Ark Chess Player.

Chapter Forty Rampage

Lin Lu gently placed the regicide on the ground, removed her mask, and wiped the bloodstains off her face.

The girl's remaining consciousness felt immense pressure. She barely opened her eyes, met Lin Lu's golden pupils for two seconds, then her face turned deathly pale, and she fainted on the spot. The Kingslayer's tense body slowly relaxed, becoming as soft as a ball of cotton. It was less a sense of relief and more a feeling of being terrified into fainting.

Without the aid of the Spirit Realm and the Anemone, Lin Lu was unable to obtain the operator's information, skills, and attributes. In fact, the Special Operator Red has a nickname on Rhodes Island: "The Grim Reaper Wearing Little Red Riding Hood," and in Syracuse, her nickname is even more well-known... the Werewolf Hunter.

Of course, Lin Lu was unaware of this; he simply believed that the King Killer was too badly injured and had been beaten by Garsen.

Lin Lu silently turned his head to look at the Sarkaz warrior who was 2.4 meters tall. With Hong's height of only 1.62 meters, it was as if he was looking up at a giant.

"you……"

As soon as Lin Lu opened his mouth, his body began to move on its own.

Driven by emotions, the power of rage coursed through his limbs, and this battered body surged with boundless power, pushing his limits once again.

The red light emanating from his golden eyes rose in the darkness. Lin Lu gripped a dagger tightly in his palm. There was a blood groove on the inside of the sharp blade, and blood energy was spreading across the blade.

Garsen saw a light, a dazzling light, that tore through space and connected the distance between the two points into a straight line.

He instinctively raised his greatsword in front of him, but the red phantom was too fast, leaping off the greatsword.

Lin Lu stepped onto the sword, and in the instant he passed Garsen, he flipped over and threw the dagger in mid-air. The blood-soaked dagger, like a bolt of lightning, pierced through the air at close range, heading straight for Garsen's back, but unfortunately, it didn't completely penetrate. But that was fine; Lin Lu had no intention of letting him off so easily.

With a nimble landing, Lin Lu pulled out three daggers from each of the left and right pockets of his coat, and threw them again as he dodged Garsen's heavy sword.

With ghostly speed, wolfish ferocity, and phantom-like skill, Lin Lu unleashed Hong's full potential without the aid of his spiritual domain. The wounds he inflicted on the burly Sarkaz warrior multiplied; a pool of blood had formed at Garsen's feet. His back, neck, and groin—almost every vital area—were pierced by daggers. The sharp blades plunged into Garsen's body, his blood rapidly draining away, draining his strength.

"You, I saw it, I saw it... the belt of the Tower of Babel!"

Garsen's left arm was immobile, with the Kingslayer's dagger still on it, so he could only lean his weight on the heavy sword that he could barely hold in his right hand.

“It’s you, Commander of Babel, you damned evil spirit! I will never forget you, I will never forget you even in death—it is because of your incompetence that that once-great leader died without a burial place.”

"That's why we chose Theresis! Only the Regent's iron fist can bring a new future to the Sarkaz, not empty ideals or excessive goodwill! The Sarkaz's long-standing resentment will not end because of one person's gentleness, and only war can right the long-standing imbalance!"

"Naive commander, naive leader, naive ideas—all of that is in the past. You should have disappeared completely three years ago; you shouldn't be here!"

Garsen grinned maliciously, his words sharp and sarcastic. His attention was focused on the wolf girl, and the Originium device strapped to his right arm quietly activated.

Blood, large amounts of blood, blood containing Originium components, are being continuously pumped into the body through the device.

Although Garsen currently appears battered and on the verge of death, these are not fatal injuries given the Sarkaz's regenerative abilities. As one of the most monstrous branches of the Sarkaz, the Blood Demon, he can replenish his lost blood through other means. If it weren't for the somewhat disgusting design of this dagger, he wouldn't even need to pretend.

There's a reason why the Sarkaz are called demons by other races.

"..."

Lin Lu stared at the other person indifferently, expressionless, completely unaffected by Garsen's words.

Because he doesn't understand.

Lin Lu had no memory of this; he was just an exceptionally good man who had only half a day of memories after waking up.

Garsen frowned; he hadn't expected his provocation to be completely ineffective. But then again, in his memory, this battlefield commander who once stood on the high platform looking down upon everyone was a pure war machine, a thinking monster who, when insane, would even casually use his own life.

That being the case...

Garsen's gaze unconsciously drifted to the fallen, unconscious kingslayer.

Garsen never dreamed that his unintentional action would completely ignite Lin Lu's anger.

"You dare!!"

The enraged Lin Lu charged straight at Garsen, clenched his right fist, and delivered a powerful uppercut that sent Garsen flying.

Lin Lu ran his left hand across the Ark Driver, and the central core emitted the emblem of a special class.

"Final Attack Ride! Pro - JeKT Red!!"

A holographic card-shaped light wall shot into the sky and landed directly on Garsen. Garsen was shocked to find himself unable to move and was met with a punch.

Garsen's blood, which he had painstakingly restored using the Originium device, was instantly shattered by a single punch. It was unimaginable that the slender hand could shatter his internal organs and send a cloud of blood mist flying when it struck his chest. The second punch that followed slammed him back to the ground, and the moment his back hit the ground, he clearly felt his spine break.

The powerful reaction force sent Garsen bouncing into the air from the ground. Lin Lu grabbed him by the collar and tossed him upwards.

Lin Lu stretched his neck, dark red lightning gathered in his feet, and he took a step forward, kicking out with his leg! Blood mist erupted, and the golden light wall superimposed on Garsen amplified Lin Lu's Knight Kick thirty times, directly kicking Garsen so hard that he split in two, scattering blood rain everywhere.

Blood dripped onto the ground like corrosive liquid spilled on a wool blanket, quickly turning the ground a charred black and emitting a foul odor.

Surprisingly, after surviving the kick, Garsen was still breathing and tried to escape with his remaining upper body.

As for his lower body?

It's hanging on the tree.

Lin Lu quietly watched Garsen's crawling trajectory, his palm constantly turning the last dagger.

His gaze swept over Garsen like a predator, finally settling on the gray mark on the black iron mask—a strike the Kingslayer had launched with all his might, even in his most powerless and desperate moments, without yielding to compromise.

Is there no other choice besides this?

Lin Lu tossed it aside, his gaze icy.

Let the dagger fly for a while.

Chapter 41 W

The sharp dagger was embedded in Garsen's black iron mask, the blade penetrating deep into his skull, the remaining half of the blade trembling incessantly.

Garsen's severed body convulsed violently. The Sarkaz's regenerative abilities combined with the Blood Demon's power, which had been his greatest trump card, had now become a nightmare from which he could neither live nor die. He watched helplessly as the red and white semi-congealed liquid seeped out from the dagger's blood groove, spreading across his black iron mask. Fear gradually overwhelmed him, dragging him into an endless abyss.

If Lin Lu's dagger had struck any other part of Garsen's body, even piercing his heart, it wouldn't have caused him such pain. This feeling of helplessness, of having calculated everything only to end up with nothing, filled him with countless regrets before his death, with thoughts of dying sooner or later constantly surfacing.

Garsen had already secretly unleashed his Originium Arts while Lin Lu was suppressing him. The pervasive blood aura even made use of his own body, which had been split in two. He deliberately splattered out as much of the remaining blood from his lower body as possible, staining the earth with his own color.

With just a thought, he could unleash the Blood Slaughter spell; with just a thought, he could— Ouch, ouch, ouch, so ouch! My brain is burning, so hot, so hot! I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to— However, Garsen's mind was filled with fear, and he was unable to complete the final step of the spell.

"boom!"

The sudden gunshot shattered the peace.

A black hole about the width of a finger appeared on Garsen's black iron mask, from which smoke drifted, and after several seconds a mixture of red and white liquid emerged.

It's likely that Garson is indeed dead.

Lin Lu, who was walking towards the direction of the king killer, stopped and slowly turned around to look at the place where the gunshot had come from.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. If it's because I ruined your special interests, I apologize. Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm actually the type to respect personal desires. This way of drowning someone in long despair isn't bad at all. But I don't want to step into the Blood Demon's hunting grounds like this. His spells won't end until this guy is completely dead. You don't mind stepping into this sticky, smelly pool of blood?"

The woman standing on the high platform spoke leisurely, her voice sounding like she had just woken up, her languid tone making people feel sleepy.

With bright red horns, short white hair, and scarlet eyes, the Sarkaz girl looked down at him with a chilling smile. Her greyish-white shirt was stretched taut by her towering breasts, and she wore a black sports jacket, a dark black scarf covering her neck, the fluttering end of the scarf like a burning flame.

She had a gun sling slung over her left shoulder and was holding a short-barreled melee rifle in both hands; it was this gun that ended Garsen's life.

"Long time no see, nothing to say?"

A Sarkaz girl's seductive voice rang out, her black pleated skirt swaying as she casually adjusted her stance, revealing a glimpse of the red lining beneath to Lin Lu, who stood below. Her voluptuous thighs were somewhat alluring beneath her tight black stockings, but Lin Lu's attention was primarily drawn to the platform insoles of her tactical boots.

Such thick insoles...

Lin Lu withdrew his scrutinizing gaze and turned to walk towards the king killer, but the sudden gunshot and the mud splashed around him forced him to stop.

"You're as indifferent as ever. But to think you can leave so easily, you really don't respect me at all, Doctor!"

The Sarkaz girl's voice suddenly rose, her high spirits masking a maniacal laugh.

She slapped her hand on the gun, pouted playfully, and made a "pop" sound like blowing bubbles.

"Boom!"

An unusual heat condensed where Lawyer Lin stood, instantly erupting into a terrifying explosion. Bloodstains mixed with dirt and debris sprayed into the sky. It turned out that the several shots the girl had fired defiantly at the ground were actually special bullets imbued with Originium Arts. From the beginning, she had no intention of warning Lawyer Lin, but rather of killing him.

She means it.

As the metallic black smoke dissipated, the Sarkaz girl squinted slightly.

The werewolf hunter, who was expected to be half-dead even if he didn't die, disappeared, and a girl named Felin appeared in the same spot.

“Ark Rrive”

"Guard"

“Ark Ride Melantha”

Her waist-length purple hair flowed like clouds, her fluffy cat ears twitched slightly, and her bright pink eyes exuded a coldness.

The dark purple fitted dress fluttered in the wind, and black stockings wrapped around her slender, long legs, highlighting her exquisite and beautiful figure.

Lin Lu, transformed into the melee operator Melantha, slowly narrowed his eyes. Initially, he only intended to use the invincibility frames during the class-change process to evade the Sarkaz girl's sneak attack. However, he hadn't anticipated an unexpected development. Melantha's indescribably powerful perception instantly reactivated her over-consumed spiritual domain. Lin Lu's mind was now clear, and his perception of his surroundings had reached a new level of detail.

"This power... is 1000% stronger than the Guard's."

Lin Lu opened his eyes wide, clenched his delicate palm, and felt the potential within his body.

The newly unfolded spiritual domain rapidly fed Lin Lu's mind with information from the surroundings, but the area covered by the spiritual domain was reduced to a radius of only 500 meters.

Lin Lu focused his mind. The first thing he did upon regaining control of the digitized spiritual domain was not to scan for enemy information or gather intelligence on the battle. Instead, he quickly checked the unconscious Kingslayer to confirm the girl's condition.

The next moment, the air around them suddenly cooled down, so cold that it seemed to freeze the bloodstains on the ground into ice.

The Kingkiller is currently suffering from blood loss and concussion, multiple bruises, severe physical exhaustion, and a worsening infection rate in the Originium lesion in his throat.

We can't delay any longer; he needs to be sent to Rhodes Island for treatment as soon as possible.

"Doctor, the information on Guard Operator Melantha has been circulated via data transfer."

A chibi-style anemone, shrunk to the size of a head, floated in mid-air. To reduce the burden of processing data in the spirit realm, the anemone was undergoing various optimization processes. Even if the Ark Driver could be amplified through the power of will, it couldn't be sustained for long without the support of Originium energy, which has a material basis.

"Doctor, your Originium balance is less than ten points. Please recharge in time."

"Oh, I see."

"Doctor, please try to avoid strenuous movements, given your physical condition..."

Anemone said with concern, it was rare to see her put aside her joking nature and become so serious that one would suspect she was a fake artificial idiot.

"Let's talk about this after we survive."

Lin Lu said calmly, slowly drawing a slender but extremely sharp straight-bladed longsword from its scabbard.

The sword's surface, as clear as a mirror, reflected Melantha's stunningly beautiful face.

"It's coming...W!!"

Chapter Forty-Two: Mei Ming Yi Xin

"It's an honor that you still remember my code name, Doctor."

W laughed wildly, raised his tactical musket, and opened fire on the oncoming Lin Lu.

Without hesitation, Lin Lu charged into W's barrage of bullets. His spiritual domain focused before him, and time seemed to slow down as a result, marking the trajectory of each bullet.

"Clang clang clang clang clang—!!"

The bullets fired from the gun were blocked by Lin Lu's sword. It was hard to imagine where those slender, jade-like arms came from, and the impact from the straight-bladed longsword did not even make his hands feel sore.

Lin Lu's running speed did not decrease but increased. During his sprint, he skillfully flipped his body to avoid the bullets containing various special Originium Arts. The etched bullets landed behind Lin Lu, and the resulting explosive force hit his back. Lin Lu used this force to increase his movement speed.

The combined power of ultra-precise calculations and ultra-precise swordsmanship is far more than just one plus one.

"Hey, that's really amazing, such monstrous reflexes." W couldn't help but exclaim, although she hadn't originally intended to hit the Doctor; she just wanted to slow him down.

After all... within the Reunion Movement, she was perhaps the person who understood the Doctor best.

Lin Lu held the knife in both hands, pressing it against his waist, his breathing steady and without any disturbance.

Meiming Wuxin Style - Ultimate Technique: Thrust!

The distance between the two closed instantly, the straight-bladed longsword gleamed with a bloody light, and a hurricane swept up.

W showed no panic, but instead smiled and opened her arms, like a wife embracing her returning husband.

Unfortunately, she is a yandere type of wife who, in addition to a warm embrace, also brings a burning bomb to her husband when he comes home.

"Bang! Hahaha—"

W flipped her empty right hand, revealing an electronic pulse trigger device, and pressed the red button without hesitation.

The pre-deployed "face to the enemy" mines received a signal a mere second later, triggering a massive explosion!