The weapon refiner is not doing her job properly

Chapter 259 Blood Sun (6)

It turns out that these people already knew that there weren't enough purification crystals in the polluted area.

The two of them dawdled over their inspection until the original hunter was about to lose patience, at which point they finally reported the information they had found.

The effeminate hunter had already figured out what was going on after a few more glances, but he needed someone else to confirm it again.

"Do you think one person could have accomplished what you're seeing?" His voice was chilling and ruthless, like that of a snake, sending shivers down your spine.

Having witnessed his methods firsthand, the male player honestly replied, "It doesn't seem like it was caused by one person. There were at least two participants present."

The female player quickly nodded in agreement.

The original hunter was quite satisfied with this answer.

Although a voice inside her constantly warned her not to provoke Su Ninglong, the more this voice warned her, the stronger her rebellious spirit became. She was born noble, so why should she be timid and subservient?

Her emotions were clearly written on her face at that moment, making her already ordinary face appear even more gloomy and diminishing her beauty.

Of course, she didn't speak with strong hostility; she was just trying to figure out how many people the Star Alliance had sent in.

"Our forces have only consisted of the two of us so far. Are you confident that you can inflict a heavy blow on Su Ninglong before the Star Alliance forces assemble?"

"We might not be able to kill her, but we can definitely teach her a lesson." The viper was determined to succeed.

The hunter's lips curled up. The suffering the viper spoke of was probably just being half-dead! She hoped that she could kidnap Su Ninglong instead of killing her.

People can create more value only when they are alive.

At this moment, several top players who had struggled in "Blood Sun" for half a year were scattered in various directions, observing the situation.

They had never seen a scene with hundreds of players gathered together before. In the past, they had always been wary of each other in order to compete for the purification crystals.

But everyone knew that continuing like this would only lead to their deaths. Food in the contaminated zone was not inexhaustible; for the past month, the zone had stopped replenishing its food supply. They could only scavenge for canned goods from various corners and survive by farming.

Humans are omnivores and cannot survive on a vegetarian diet alone for long. Moreover, the crops they barely manage to grow are simply not enough to support so many people.

A top player, completely shrouded in black, solemnly proposed to the other top players: "How about we cooperate for now? We all know that the monsters will keep respawning and we can never kill them all. Right now, we've only found one way out, which is to try to kill the final boss."

The final leader's strength far exceeded expectations; it was impossible to defeat him by any individual alone.

Their levels are all stuck at level 30, making further advancement difficult. Reaching level 31 requires a massive amount of experience, and even years of continuous killing might not be enough to break through. Furthermore, constantly hunting monsters requires purification crystals to counteract the erosion, creating an unsolvable vicious cycle.

Those who can reach level 30 have all had the blood of their own kind on their hands.

They either plunder other players' purification crystals or use the lives of ordinary players to forcibly break through.

Therefore, some people do not think this is a good suggestion.

"That sounds nice, cooperation? Killing the final boss?" The other player said sarcastically. "That's a level 60 being. All of us combined probably wouldn't even be enough to fill its teeth."

“According to my intelligence, some powerful hunters have already entered this area,” the player in black continued to persuade the group. “If we find them and help them level up quickly, their powerful abilities might be enough to get them to deal with the boss.”

Everyone: "..." Oh my god, are they training a striker to be a scapegoat? Aren't they afraid of getting burned?

Everyone present came from a peaceful planet. Unless one is psychologically twisted, who would willingly have their hands stained with blood? All the survival of the fittest is nothing more than a struggle for survival in a desperate situation where resources are scarce.

Different stances and different mindsets naturally lead to different choices.

The suggestion from the player in black did indeed point to a possible way out.

"I only cooperate with the Star Alliance; the Star Radiance Alliance is out of the question." The person who said this had clearly suffered a loss at the hands of the Star Radiance Alliance.

“That’s a good suggestion, count me in. But I won’t contact the hunters directly; I’m only willing to provide some purification crystals.”

As the debate raged on, an unfamiliar voice abruptly broke in: "The Star Alliance may not be willing to cooperate with you."

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and everyone felt a chill run down their spines, as if ice shards were falling into their collars. The sound made them break out in a cold sweat.

They looked in the direction of the sound and were surprised to find two figures standing silently in the shadows.

The effeminate hunter led the original hunter forward slowly. His steps were as steady as a snake's, and his eyes calmly swept over everyone present. Although he did not show any threat, everyone who met his gaze felt a sense of fear rising from the bottom of their hearts, as if they had become prey to be slaughtered.

The player in black asked, "Who are you?"

The effeminate hunter calmly adjusted his cuffs, then rolled them up to reveal a professional-grade nanotech combat suit beneath his clothes.

A sharp smile curved his lips as his gaze swept across each face with an almost tangible intensity.

"Aren't you looking for someone who can turn things around?" He looked around with interest, and seeing that everyone still looked hesitant, he revealed his identity, "Star Alliance, Kawasuke, codename 'Viper', four-star hunter."

Four-star hunters are indeed rare among spirits, but his motives for showing up are hard to fathom.

All of this was too much of a coincidence, and besides, the aura emanating from this person was instinctively frightening.

“If you really are ‘Viper,’ then the cooperation is over,” the player in black said in a deep voice. “Who doesn’t know Viper Kawasuke’s methods? Getting involved with him is like dying without even knowing how.”

He lightly touched the ground with his toes and quickly retreated backward.

But in the next instant, his proud speed vanished like smoke, as if he had stepped into a nightmare from which he could not escape.

A chilling, bone-deep power silently spread, seeping into his limbs and bones.

It wasn't a rope, but it was far more secure than any shackles, preventing him from lifting even a finger. He could only stand frozen in place, watching helplessly as the dangerous figure slowly approached.

"Did I give you permission to leave?" The serpent licked its lips, a mocking glint in its eyes. "You think that level alone can create a gap? You're underestimating the value of us four-star hunters."

Meanwhile, the others were also pinned to their spots by this invisible force. Transparent snake shadows coiled around them, their fangs piercing precisely into exposed skin. "Those poisoned by me can only feed me," he said softly, yet each word was like a knife, "otherwise..."

He paused slightly and uttered three words:
"Just go die."

Those three words fell lightly, yet they were more chilling than the wildest roar. An invisible chill swept over them, and everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their breath almost frozen.

They stared intently at the figure who had spoken, their teeth chattering uncontrollably. All their resentment and pride were utterly crushed in that moment, leaving only the desperate desire to survive and a chilling fear. The strength of a four-star hunter was terrifying indeed.

This person needs their "support," which clearly indicates that his own level is not high. Yet, precisely at this stage, he exudes an oppressive aura that makes people want to kneel down. What kind of terrifying control over supernatural abilities must he possess?
They once thought that the differences between spiritual beings mainly stemmed from the different types of supernatural abilities.

Once the game started, this gap seemed to be bridged for a time.

For the past six months, these top players had been complacent about their progress, believing they were now qualified to negotiate with high-level hunters. Only now, in actual combat, have they been brought back to reality and forced to face the truth.

"What...do you want?" someone finally asked in a hoarse voice.

"Find Su Ninglong's whereabouts, by any means necessary." Viper's voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable command. "Notify me, and we will surround and wipe her out."

The group of self-proclaimed top players nearly collapsed to their knees, their faces contorted with fear and humiliation. They felt that this hunter, who called himself "The Viper," was playing a ridiculous and deadly joke.

They can't even handle a venomous snake like you, so how can they possibly kill Su Ninglong?
"Our cooperation was originally intended to help us exit the game, but your plan runs counter to ours." The black-clad player, though tightly bound, spoke with an unusually cold tone. "Everyone knows that the Star Alliance hunters are all elites. Hunting down Su Ninglong will exhaust all our resources. If, because of her alone, we lose everyone's chance to exit the game, who will bear the cost?"

"You don't want to?" the viper chuckled. "If you don't want to, then go die."

He had no intention of wasting his breath on the weak.

A barely perceptible ripple swept through the air, followed by a deathly silence.

The transparent venomous snake had silently completed its fatal injection; the venom oozing from its fangs was not only deadly poison, but also a mockery of the overconfident.

However, the next second, something unexpected happened.

The black-clad player, who should have fallen silently, suddenly erupted with a dazzling holy light.

The light was intense and fiery, as if a miniature sun had exploded from his chest, burning away all the filth and evil spirits.

The crackling sound of burning was clearly audible, and the scorching smell spread with the wind.

Black smoke billowed between the venomous snake's fingers. The holy light was like a corrosive acid to him, burning his supernatural abilities and making his palms scald.

Taking advantage of this fleeting opportunity, the figure in black transformed into a streak of blood, staggering but quickly merging into the crimson light and disappearing from sight.

Before anyone could react, all that remained was a pool of bright red blood and the venomous snake's face, twisted in agony at the cost of its failed attempt.

"Dare to escape...?" The venomous snake had originally intended to use him to establish its authority, but now that the man had escaped from its grasp, it was undoubtedly a slap in the face to all the onlookers.

Although the dark figure vanished in an instant, the venomous snake knew he couldn't have gone far.

A severely injured person leaving the safe zone is like a fish on a chopping board, destined to be slaughtered.

The player in black was well aware of his situation; he needed to find a secluded corner as soon as possible to stabilize his injuries and catch his breath.

However, the constantly twitching corners of his eyebrows served as a stark warning that the crisis was far from over.

Anyone who's been in the hunter's circle knows how vengeful "Viper" is. Countless lives have been lost to him in secret.

The burst of his previous life-saving skill had also shattered the mask covering his face. Now, as the fragments fell away, an unexpectedly young face was revealed, which was completely incongruous with his originally slightly deep middle-aged voice.

He ripped off his blood-stained coat and tossed it into an open, abandoned drawer in the corridor. At the same time, he pulled a brand-new black trench coat from his backpack. His movements were lightning fast, and in an instant, it was completely transformed.

But the ever-present, icy sense of being locked on did not dissipate; instead, it became even clearer, like a maggot clinging to his bone, relentlessly biting him.

The player in black quickened his pace, his figure flashing, and used his movement skill again. In that instant, a deadly cold light grazed past his original spot!

The venomous snake's fingertips grazed the delicate fabric of the trench coat, but failed to grasp anything, its rage almost exploding.

The fact that a mere gamer could escape his grasp time and time again only fueled his already raging anger.

He stretched out his ten fingers, and several twisting, wriggling "transparent snakes" emerged and silently disappeared into the entire building space. He vowed to catch that slippery loach!

On the other side, the player in black, exhausted, stumbled into an empty room. He leaned against the wall, panting heavily, his eyes desperately fixed on the window, the only way out.

Just as the Transparent Serpent skill was about to pierce him from behind, a hand suddenly reached out from the shadows to his side and forcefully pulled him into a dimly lit, enclosed space!

The clamor and murderous intent from the outside world were instantly shut out.

The venomous snake had completely lost track of its prey.

"Damn it... how did he escape?" His face was ashen. The entire building was clearly under his control. "How on earth did he escape! I could sense him nearby, but I didn't know where he was."

Meanwhile, the player in black steadied himself and looked at the two people in front of him in astonishment. He never expected to encounter acquaintances in this situation.

What startled him even more was that Su Ninglong, far from showing the slightest surprise, smiled slightly and waved gently at him.

"Old Gu, long time no see, how have you been?"

At the critical moment between life and death, he had imagined countless possible outcomes, but he never expected this one.

The biggest crisis was resolved so easily.

At that moment, my tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and a mix of lingering fear and the joy of surviving a disaster welled up in my heart.

His body went limp, and he leaned against the mottled wall of the storage room.

"It has indeed been a long time since we last contacted each other. Should I call you Su Ninglong, or Su Hunter?" Old Gu calmed his breathing slightly.

Back then, after he obtained Su Ninglong's contact information through Lei Qingya, they didn't have a deep relationship, but they could still be considered friends.

"Just call me Ninglong. I heard you left the Star Alliance a few years ago. Where did you go after that?" Su Ninglong's tone was as casual as if she had bumped into an old friend on the street, which was very pleasant.

Shen Zhaoming quietly observed the man in front of him.

He looked very young, though of course, appearances are no longer reliable in this day and age.

His temperament and appearance are ordinary, but it is precisely this ordinariness that makes it easy for people to feel a sense of closeness to him. He is not aggressive at all, and people who are with him will unconsciously let down their guard.