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Chapter 501 The Snake Man Who Wanted to Steal the House
After twenty players were separated from the defenders of the East Wooden Wall, the battle at the West Wooden Wall was temporarily stabilized, with no possibility of being breached by the snake people. However, the situation at the East Wooden Wall began to deteriorate.

It's not that the East Wooden Wall players are weak, but rather that they are too few in number. Originally, less than ninety people were defending a nearly 100-meter-long, two-meter-high wooden wall. The players could only barely maintain a one-meter distance between each other, thus achieving a relative balance in terms of firepower density and melee strength.

When the snake-men charge, they will be met with a hail of bullets. After they climb the low wooden wall, players will also be met with bayonets and armed swords.

In short, the snakemen's charge will result in heavy losses. Even if a snakeman successfully climbs the wooden wall, he will lose his footing and be knocked down by the player and the support soldiers below the wall.

Even though the snake priests would throw poison gas from a distance, physically tormenting the players and making them vomit, the latter would often endure it by lowering their pain threshold and having a willpower that showed they were not afraid of dying.

So, although the snake-men's offensive was fierce, making the defenses on the wooden wall teeter on the brink of collapse and causing continuous casualties among the players, the snake-men suffered even greater casualties, so they were never able to truly defeat them.

The situation changed after Bu Shuang Bu Wan was forced to transfer twenty men to support the western defense line of the camp. More and more gaps appeared in the defense line, and more snake people climbed the wooden wall.

The eastern defense line currently has only about sixty players, and they are starting to struggle to hold them off. The auxiliary soldiers under the wooden wall are able to keep up by firing muskets from a distance or stabbing from below with spears.

However, when there were too many snake people, and Bu Shuang Bu Wan tried to get them to climb the wooden wall to cover the players, their legs went weak, and some even dropped their weapons and ran away.

Frustrated and unwilling to play any longer, the player could only order two flamethrowers to move forward and spray fire at the wooden wall, while shouting loudly to make the players on the wall turn around and jump down.

When the wooden wall turns into a wall of fire, the snake people's offensive is forced to temporarily stop... Of course, when the wooden wall is burned to ashes and collapses, the player's only terrain advantage will also disappear, making the battle even more difficult.

Just as the players on the eastern wooden wall were forced to use flamethrowers to temporarily repel the swarming snakemen and barely stabilize the crumbling defense, no one expected that a truly deadly crisis was silently approaching the core area of ​​the camp.

In the center of the camp, outside the tent where the snake-man god was being held, the archaeologist and the shrimp catcher were guarding the former, who was still bound, on either side.

The sounds of shouting, gunfire, and explosions outside were incessant, making both of them feel a little itchy.

"Damn, the fighting outside is really intense..."

As the shrimp catcher listened intently, he instinctively tightened his grip on the flintlock pistol.

"We're just sitting here guarding this snake, having a pretty peaceful time."

The archaeologist seemed more wary, constantly scanning the shadows of the surrounding tents and speaking in a low voice.

"Leisure my ass! I have a bad feeling about this. This thing is so important, the snake people can't just let it go like this..."

Before he finished speaking, they heard an unnatural sound of wind outside the tent, as well as the fine friction of scales against the sand!

"Ok?"

The archaeologist looked up abruptly.

Almost simultaneously, inside the tent, the bound snake-man suddenly opened his pale golden vertical pupils and gave the two a subtle reminder.

"Here they come."

"what!?"

The archaeologists and shrimp catchers reacted almost simultaneously, immediately drawing their weapons.

However, it was still a fraction too late.

The moment they drew their weapons, the uniforms in the center of the camp were suddenly torn open, and five dark, slick figures, like shadows, darted in from outside!
These snake-men were completely different from those who attacked head-on. They were more slender, and their scales were pure black, absorbing almost all light. They moved silently, and only when the poisoned daggers in their hands, coated with deadly poison and gleaming with a cold blue light, cut through the air did they produce a deadly faint sound!

Their target was extremely clear... straight at the divine child who was sandwiched between two players.

Clearly, this was a meticulously planned decapitation/rescue team. They used the intense fighting on the east and west fronts to draw the attention of all the players in the camp, and then the team took the opportunity to slip in through other wooden walls and successfully reached the central area of ​​the camp.

The archaeologist reacted swiftly. Without a word, he raised the flintlock pistols with their barrels sawed off in his hands and pulled the triggers at the two dark figures rushing into the tent.

boom!boom!
The flint struck, a flash of light, and at such close range, two lead bullets struck the two snake-man assassins precisely in the forehead, dark yellow blood spurting from their faces.

The archaeologist is a new player, but that doesn't mean he can't play. He's new to this game, but in "Red Dead Redemption," he's a renowned, fast-paced shooter who reigns supreme in the West.

These two flintlock muskets with sawed-off barrels, along with the two snake-man assassin corpses lying backwards, are a testament to the archaeologists' skill.

Unfortunately, the other assassins remained unmoved, even moving faster, while the archaeologist's weapon was only a clumsy flintlock pistol, not a revolver, so he couldn't fire a third bullet.

So much so that when the archaeologist reached behind his waist with his right hand to draw his third weapon, the snake-man assassin, who had charged like a ghost, raised his hand and plunged a poisoned dagger into his chest.

Suddenly, the archaeologist, who should have been able to become a terrifying grim reaper in the confined space with his accurate marksmanship and gun-drawing skills, fell backward.

Seeing his companion killed, the shrimp catcher's eyes turned red. He swiftly brandished his sword and charged towards the snake-man assassin who had killed the archaeologist.

Like the archaeologist, Daixiahu is also an extraordinary new player. In another melee combat game, he is a swift sword master who is almost invincible.

So when the shrimp catcher approached the snake-man assassin with his swift sword, he merely flicked his wrist, and the slender, swift sword seemed to come alive, drawing a silver arc in the air that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and accurately piercing the snake-man's eye socket.

In an instant, the shrimp catcher avenged the archaeologist. The snake-man with its skull pierced was still thrashing and struggling, wildly waving its weapon, but it was already brain dead, and its current movements were just bodily reflexes.

In the blink of an eye, the three snake-man assassins died inside the tent.

But this was not the end, because two more snake-man assassins sprang from above the corpses of their companions, their four gleaming daggers fiercely stabbing at the shrimp catcher.

As long as they can kill the shrimp catchers, no one will be able to stop them from rescuing the divine child in the short term.

Therefore, these two snake-man assassins fought extremely desperately, almost resorting to trade blows, even their lives, in an attempt to kill the shrimp catcher in the shortest possible time.

However, as a master of swift swords and a seasoned player who has fought countless battles in other games, Devil has a way of dealing with such an onslaught.

Faced with the two snake-man assassins' frenzied attacks, risking their lives for each other, he nimbly took a half-step back. His swift sword moved like a viper's tongue, first accurately parrying the dagger thrusting from the left, then flicking the tip of the sword to the right, cutting a deep, bone-revealing wound on the snake-man's wrist.

Even as the snake-man went berserk, the immense trauma to its body caused its claws to involuntarily loosen, letting the dagger fall. Almost simultaneously, the shrimp catcher twisted his waist at an incredible angle, narrowly avoiding the snake-man's fatal blow aimed at his heart from the right, allowing the dagger to graz his chest armor, leaving only a scar.

But the shrimp catcher's counterattack was like lightning. He sprang up by using his waist strength, and with the force of the rotation, his swift sword stabbed from below, accurately piercing the snake man's eye socket on the right.

Instantly, another snake-man collapsed and convulsed.

However, the last snake-man assassin, whose wrist was injured, saw his companion die instantly, and a resolute madness flashed in his eyes.

It abruptly dropped the dagger with its left hand, then pulled out a strange amulet from its waist, which appeared to be carved from obsidian and was riddled with holes, and crushed it with force.

A thick, inky black smoke billowed from the shattered amulet, burrowing into its mouth, nose, and wounds like a living thing, causing the snake-man assassin's body to undergo a terrifying transformation.

Its muscles bulged unnaturally, thick black liquid seeped from the gaps in its scales, its eyes turned completely into a chaotic black, and the bleeding from its previously cut wrists stopped, covered by a layer of wriggling black substance.

It let out a deep, painful roar that was completely unlike that of a snake, and its speed and power suddenly increased to a whole new level. It pounced on the shrimp catcher again, completely disregarding its own defense.

This sudden change caught the shrimp farmers completely off guard.

He had just gotten into a blocking stance when the mutated snake-man's strength was astonishing. One strike made his arm go numb, and his Swift Sword almost slipped from his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the monster’s other intact claw came at an odd angle. The shrimp catcher couldn’t dodge in time. With a crisp “crack”, he felt a piercing pain in his left arm. His forearm had been torn off by the claw.

"Ugh!"

The shrimp catcher groaned in pain, but as an experienced veteran, the intense pain did not affect his reason and actions. He used the momentum to retreat rapidly, while his brain worked at lightning speed.

"Immortal? Or does it regenerate rapidly?"

The shrimp hunter relied almost entirely on his extensive experience in other games to determine the monster's possible state.

"Then we'll dismantle your parts!"

As the mutated snake-man roared and pounced again, Daixiahu once again took the initiative to step forward. He no longer tried to block or stab vital points, but instead brought out the agility of the swift sword to the extreme.

He moved with agile steps, leaping back and forth, his sword flashing like a silver butterfly, precisely and swiftly striking the joints of the mutated snake-man's arms.

Each click is executed with a subtle force, not to cause a huge wound, but to disrupt the structure.

With a sickeningly sharp sound of scales being sliced ​​open and black slime splattering, the mutated snake-man's wildly flailing arms were severed by the swift sword in just two or three seconds, severing the main tendons and joint connections.

The mad snake-man's arms suddenly drooped down like a puppet without its strings, no longer posing a threat.

The monster let out an angry and bewildered roar, seemingly unable to comprehend why its immortality had become ineffective.

The shrimp catcher gave the irrational monster no chance to think.

The instant he severed the opponent's arms, he endured the excruciating pain in his left arm, took a sudden step forward, lowered his body, and swiftly swung his sword upward, transforming it into a silver line that tore through the darkness.

Swish!
The sword's edge precisely sliced ​​into the mutated snake-man's lower jaw, piercing its skull diagonally upwards, even slicing off half of its head, causing a black, viscous liquid that no longer resembled blood to spurt out.

Such a fatal injury caused the monster to stagger, the light in its chaotic black eyes quickly dimmed, and it finally collapsed to the ground, twitching twice before falling still.

That bizarre state of immortality clearly could not withstand such thorough physical destruction.

"Pah... all flashy and frivolous."

Daixiahu spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, then swiftly swung his sword in a flourish, flicking away the thick, sticky blood from the blade.

Silence returned to the tent, leaving only the corpses of the five snake-man assassins and the heavy stench of blood.

The bound snake-man god watched all this quietly. A barely perceptible ripple seemed to flash in its pale golden vertical pupils, but it quickly returned to its calm and undisturbed state, as if the thrilling assassination attempt had nothing to do with it.

The shrimp catcher first glanced at the protected target to make sure it was safe, then cautiously scanned the area outside the tent. Only after seeing no new enemies enter did he breathe a slight sigh of relief.

He kicked the corpse of the mutated snake-man on the ground, still shaken.

"Damn, they even have cheat codes... The monsters in this game are getting weirder and weirder."

At that moment, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside, and several players rushed in. They had obviously noticed something was wrong and came to investigate.

"Shrimp catcher, what's going on!?"

The leader of the players rushed in with a musket, and when he saw the horrific scene inside the tent and the five snake-man corpses, he gasped in horror.

"Damn it, it's an assassin, they've come to rescue this thing!"

The shrimp catcher pointed with his chin at the bound snake-man god, his face pale from blood loss and pain, and he quickly explained the situation.

"I almost got caught! This thing can even transform!"

The arriving players felt a chill run down their spines when they looked at the bizarre corpse of the mutated snake-man on the ground and then at the limp left arm of the shrimp catcher.

"Don't just stand there, come over here and bandage my arm, then move this snake-man away. It's not safe here, and the snake-man will know about this place."

The leading player glanced at the still eerily calm Serpent God Child and nodded.

“You’re right… You guys, help carry it up and come with us to the wounded tents. There are more people there, and it’s relatively far back, so it’s safer and you can get treatment for your arm!”

(End of this chapter)