Alone and Infinite.

Chapter 488 Devastated
"Is someone rushing into the arena?"

Lancelot, who was waiting anxiously for Li Xia's response like a 'lamenting wife in her boudoir', held up the communicator in confusion.

"Yes, the leaders of all the major guilds have rushed over there."

My friend on the other end of the call said, sounding slightly excited:

"This is a rare sight, don't you want to go and see?"

"Isn't it?"

Lancelot frowned and asked, puzzled:

"It's just about ranking in the arena, what's so special about that, that it's worth the attention of the leaders of several major guilds?"

"Because people who are trying to climb the rankings did this before in the second tier, going from outside the top 100 to the top 10 in one go, and then fighting their way up one by one."

In the end, it completely crushed the original second-tier supreme powerhouse, the core seed of Hell Echo. The current third-tier Hell Echo is not very good because the seed, which consumed too many resources, died in the deathmatch.

Therefore, it is highly likely that he will continue to strive for the ultimate level this time.

If this apostle doesn't die prematurely, he will become a super-level player, and there might be conflicts of interest in the future.

"Researching from the very beginning—isn't that a common practice in guilds?"

At this point, the friend paused, then said meaningfully:

"And you should definitely go see him, since you know him quite well, don't you?"

Are you familiar with me?

Do I even know someone this awesome?
I do not know how?
Wait a minute!

Lancelot's expression turned serious. He lowered his voice and asked in a low voice:
"You mean, this apostle who's breaking through the layers is that big shot?"

"That's right, nicknamed 'Crimson Lotus,' a technique-type character with extremely strong close-combat abilities according to guild rating."

After hanging up the call, Lancelot pondered for a moment, then suddenly stood up and rushed towards the arena.

For both emotional and rational reasons, he had to go and see for himself; Lancelot understood all too well the attitudes of those top guilds towards the big shots.

They're either hostile or they're using each other. What if no one cheers for the big shot? Wouldn't that be awkward?

Moreover, whether the big boss wins or loses will affect his mood. If he is in a bad mood, Lancelot is prepared to postpone the purchase of the 'Nameless King's Sword' so that the big boss can have some peace and quiet.

If I'm in a good mood, I might even get a discount.
'boom! ’

A figure was sent flying backward at an extremely fast speed, crashing into the wall with a loud bang.

From the deep crater, the figure slid softly down and collapsed to the ground, coughing hysterically. With each cough, pools of dark red blood gushed out onto the ground.

One of his two protruding fangs had broken off, and the excruciating pain contorted his pale, handsome face.

Filled with fear as he watched the approaching figure, his once-proud ghostly movements and vampire agility were shattered into pieces in just a few moves.

Li Xia's expression turned noticeably cold; this vampire was practically a carbon copy of the Gug he had killed.

Not only arrogant, but also despicable!
It's only just begun, and they're already saying things like "Kneel down" and "I'll bestow upon you the glory of becoming a blood slave."

I wonder if it's vampire 'corporate training' or psychological warfare?

But what good is this kind of psychological warfare, other than making Li Xia more ruthless when he strikes?

As Li Xia drew closer, the apostle lying on the ground suddenly howled, and his entire body exploded.

One after another, the little bats flew in all directions, and Li Xia tried to intercept them with the Hole Wave.

But then a notification suddenly popped up:

The opponent has conceded defeat; the battle is over.

Li Xia:
No, if you were going to admit defeat, why did you turn into a bat just now?
Why not just surrender?

Shaking his head, he was glad this game was still won quite easily. "Greg is done for, take him out and bring someone else in!"

Inside the private room, the third-ranking steward of the Eternal Night Pilgrimage watched the scene with a gloomy expression, then drank the crimson blood in his goblet in one gulp.

He understood why Greg had suddenly turned into a bat and then surrendered—it was because of fear, because of dread.

Like a small animal facing the approaching king of beasts, overwhelmed by fear, he had no other thoughts but to run away.

They tried every means to escape, which is why they put on this clumsy and ridiculous performance of turning into a bat before admitting defeat.

An apostle whose heart of strength has been shattered is no longer worthy to be a seed for the Eternal Night Pilgrimage.

What a pity. If Gulagk were here.
The third-ranking official sighed, picked up a snow-white handkerchief, and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Based on his final harvest at the second tier, the man before him was probably nothing more than a blood slave to be played with at will.

What a bunch of ants, they're all just ants!

We just don't know who killed Gurac, and the guild hasn't given a response for so long.

He casually tossed the handkerchief aside, and several pretty blood slaves kneeling beside him rushed forward like madmen, wrestling and fighting over it.

"Let's go, there's nothing left to see."

The third-ranking official watched with great interest as the final victor, with the handkerchief in his mouth, crawled across the ground like a dog.

Their faces were full of pleading desire for a reward, but he kicked them away with disgust. These blood vials, addicted to the pleasure of the neurotoxins released when he sucked their blood, only craved this pleasure madly.

The fear and anger that had initially drawn him to the place when he first arrived were completely gone.

"My lord, he—he should be able to obtain the title of Supreme Power, right? If that's the case, he's the Supreme Power of both the second and third tiers. Is it really unnecessary to pay attention to him?"

The adjutant, who had been standing silently to the side, cautiously asked in a low voice. According to the guild's rules, an apostle of this rank should be taken seriously no matter what.

Having two supreme experts at hand means that the probability of breaking through to the ninth rank has greatly increased.

Below the ninth rank, all are ants. Breaking through the ninth rank does not make one a slightly stronger ant, but rather an existence in a completely different sense, which can be considered as evolving from an ant into a mammal.

"Oh----"

The third-ranking official smiled dismissively, narrowing his eyes as he looked at Li Xia, who had once again defeated his opponent and risen to fifth place:

"It's just that I achieved good results at the lower levels."

Let's talk about it after we can successfully live to a higher level.

When he reaches the fourth level

The lower level is like primary school, the middle level is like middle school, and the upper level is like university. It is amazing that a primary school student can achieve good results in primary school.

But that's about it. The more you progress, the more resources the guild can mobilize, which is why the number of lone wolf powerhouses who make it all the way to the end is so small.

The existence of guilds will certainly make the Temple of Light lose its competitiveness and weaken it.

The third-tier steward casually pulled over a rarely favored blood slave, opened his mouth and bit down hard on her neck. The blood slave's face quickly turned pale, but an extremely pleased smile appeared on his face.

But what does this have to do with the guild?
As long as they exist, they will always be able to enjoy things that others cannot. What does the strength or weakness of the temple matter to them?
As long as the guild's title and authority remain, they will never fall; this hall of fame already belongs to them in large part.

The proxy has become the pillar of the guild; if you want the guild to disappear, you have to cut off its own limbs and dismantle its own supporting pillars.

The temple, eternal and indestructible.

They will live on forever.

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1. Monthly pass 2. Recommendation vote

Gradually, I added some background information. The Hall of Light was actually based on a certain country in the real world. You'll understand what a guild is then.
(End of this chapter)