Chapter 167 - The Endymion (IX)

Xiao Lan took one look at the mutilated body of Ka Luo Si and sighed at his opponent's madness against the tiger and his eventual dismal end.

 

Without too much time for emotion, the two men followed the tracks on the ground.

 

Everywhere the "god" passed, it left a green slime in its wake, heading off in a remote direction.

 

On the way, Xiao Lan pointed to the traces left by the "gods" and said to Luo his doubts: "Can you eat this thing?"

 

Luo's expression froze: "......"

 

He couldn't help but wonder if he turned out to be someone with such dodgy tastes in the eyes of the gentleman.

 

Seeming to think the question wasn't quite accurate, Xiao Lan explained, "I mean devouring, is it ...... nutritious for you?"

 

Luo's tone was heavy: "I actually ...... can be a picky eater."

 

If he didn't need to fight, he wouldn't want to devour this mess at all.

 

When it comes to nutrition, it's best to have your own pieces.

 

All the way to a corridor near the chase.

 

Suddenly, what looked like a myriad of muscular tentacles protruded from the otherwise flat ground and lashed out at Xiao Lan's ankles.

 

Xiao Lan quickly dodged the blow, only to see the hard floor where he had been standing shattered directly by the blow.

 

The strength of this tentacle is evident, not some flimsy Xiao family guy.

 

More muscle poured out of the cracks in the walls, gradually taking up quite a bit of space.

 

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Countless human faces emerged from the surface of these muscles, writhing along with the flesh and blood, a pair of eyes staring straight at the two Xiao Lan, the lips of the human faces opening and closing in turn: "Sin, man, deserve, deserve, punish, punish ......"

 

Xiao Lan looked warily at a wall of unidentified objects, "This guy seems to be getting stronger all the time."

 

Luo also says: "It is probably constantly digesting the parts that belonged to Cal Luos that it absorbed before, and the longer it digests them more thoroughly the stronger it will become."

 

Xiao Lan picked up the [Bone of Disobedience] and rushed on, "Looks like we'll have to pick up the pace."

 

The two figures rushed towards the wall made of flesh and blood.

 

The "gods" on the walls were not shy about attacking them.

 

Countless tentacles with sharp spikes came at each of them, much faster than the previous one.

 

After this exchange, Xiao Lan clearly felt that his opponent's body had become stronger.

 

The force that could have hit it hard now only leaves a wound in the flesh and very quickly, the wound wriggles and heals, very hard to manage.

 

The two kept cutting off the tentacles and sharp claws made of blood and flesh that attacked them.

 

But now the "god" is like a battery attached to its back, with a constant supply of energy that allows it to recover quickly.

 

And, just in the meantime, it has once again become a few points stronger in its attacks.

 

With this being the case, it is not a good idea for it to fight a war of attrition.

 

Xiao Lan dodged the attack coming at him, "This is not the way to go, this thing is like healing with it, we can't go on like this, maybe we need to find his body first."

 

Luo nodded, his fingertips cutting off the incoming tentacles and starting the countdown, "3-"

 

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Having worked side by side many times, Xiao Lan instantly understood what Luo was up to.

 

"2--"

 

Xiao Lan slashes the tentacles in front of him.

 

At the same time observing his surroundings, one foot stepped back in readiness.

 

"1--"

 

Xiao Lan ran quickly down the corridor without a second thought.

 

Naturally, the "gods" would not spare the sinner who had ruined their plans, and countless tentacles extended out to try to drag him back.

 

But the next moment, as if the pause button had been pressed, its movements lurched, its flailing tentacles and claws stalled in mid-air.

 

Taking advantage of this brief pause, Luo's figure also disappears from the spot.

 

When God felt his body could move again, there was nothing in front of him.

 

Those two nasty guys who ruined his plans slipped away just like it did before.

 

It also slipped away even more crisply than he did.

 

People who are good at slipping up are angry when they meet someone who can slip up even better than they can.

 

The human faces on the walls full of blood and flesh roared with rage, cursing the two men who had dared to blaspheme the gods.

 

After the roar, the muscle that had taken over the wall slowly receded and the decapitated tentacles on the floor were reabsorbed by it.

 

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Soon all that was left was the battle damaged environment and the wretched slime.

 

The figure of "God" is no longer visible.

 

--

 

Xiao Lan left the corridor and made his way forward.

 

He stopped only after he felt the threat behind him had moved away.

 

" Luo ." Xiao Lan called out his most familiar name out of habit.

 

But there was no response around.

 

Xiao Lan's brow furrows slightly as he looks around himself.

 

Could it be that Luo didn't follow? Or did something happen?

 

There's no way Luo couldn't find him, something special must have happened.

 

Xiao Lan waited in the same place for a few more moments, but there was still no sign of Luo.

 

He carefully headed towards the place where he had fought before.

 

But it was empty, nothing there, including the traces of the battle left behind earlier, it was like a section of the most unusual corridor in a cruise ship.

 

Xiao Lan was filled with confusion. Where has Luo gone again?

 

He took out the envelope and was ready to contact Luo to confirm the current situation.

 

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But the message left on the envelope was as good as dead, and Luo did not give him any response.

 

He put away the envelope and began to look around the boat.

 

It didn't take long for Xiao Lan to realise that something was wrong on board.

 

The ship was too quiet for a cruise ship with 8,000 people to keep such silence, which could have been deadly quiet.

 

Xiao Lan walks to the area that was previously crowded with tourists, from the restaurant to the café to the bar.

 

Again, he did not see the slightest sign of people in these places, only the magnificent décor all around as before.

 

The Endymion seemed to have turned into a silent ghost ship, the previous bustle of activity a mere illusion.

 

Once on deck, Xiao Lan realised that there was no sea breeze blowing in her direction and the boat seemed to have stopped long ago.

 

The Endymion is surrounded by a blanket of fog.

 

As far as the eye could see there was a blanket of white and it was impossible to see much further than the hull of the ship, even the sea was invisible.

 

The empty cruise ship, combined with the inability to contact Luo, led Xiao Lan to speculate that the space might not be the same as before.

 

It's not the first time I've encountered such a situation either, and as a player, it's not surprising that I've seen any major storms.

 

He says he has adapted well to this.

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Gripping the [Bone of Disobedience] in her hand, Xiao Lan continued on her way through the boat.

 

The fog had little effect on the interior of the ship and the view was not much different from before.

 

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Suddenly, there was the sound of hurried footsteps ahead.

 

There were two footsteps, sounding like the exact same frequency of pace, like they were well trained or full of silence.

 

Xiao Lan stopped in his tracks, alert for the person who was about to appear.

 

"Huh, Little Lanlan?" The person who turned up was Wen Zhixian.

 

He looks little different from before, although his clothes are somewhat stained and torn and he looks like he has been through a battle.

 

Feng Cheng is also at his side, nodding at Xiao Lan as a greeting.

 

Wen Zhixian stopped in his tracks, "We're kindred spirits, Little Lanlan, I was playing with someone and came in, how about you?"

 

Xiao Lan: "Pretty much, I was fighting the monster and came in."

 

Wen Zhixian asks, "Do you know the current situation?"

 

Xiao Lan shrugged, "All I know is that the npc's seem to have disappeared, it's all foggy outside, the boats are stopped, and you guys are the first time I've ever encountered players here."

 

Wen Zhixian: "The only people who are here now are the players and some of the threats they've made, so don't take it lightly, these people are very-"

 

Before he could finish his words, a burst of fire exploded behind him, accompanied by a deafening explosion and a searing wave of air.

 

"Shit! A Cheng and Little Lanlan, run!" Wen Zhixian rolled on the ground, not caring if his clothes got dirty, and quickly got up and ran in one direction, with Feng Cheng close behind him.

 

Xiao Lan is a bit puzzled, but the attack is clearly not good, so it is better to slip away.

 

Running behind them, he realised that Wen Zhixian and Feng Cheng, despite their different looks and personalities, had very similar backs.

 

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Not only is the height almost the same, but even the body shape seems to be the same.

 

Could this be the reason for their consistent pace?

 

Not long after, the attack appeared behind them once more.

 

It was a cannonball the size of a man's head, and it looked powerful.

 

Not only that, but this shell seems to chase itself, with simple obstacles it can actively dodge out of the way, as if chasing them to death.

 

The trio continued to accelerate furiously up.

 

"Boom-" the shell exploded not far from them.

 

The wave of air lifted the trio several steps forward, and the extremely high temperatures scorched their skin causing a burning pain.

 

If it wasn't for the tough physique of an advanced player who has experienced social beatings, Xiao Lan suspects he would have been turned into a poor piece of jerky by the attack he just made.

 

Well ...... could also be a puddle of poor meat sauce.

 

The power of this shell seems a bit foul.

 

The three men stumbled in their stride, but they were all advanced players now and would not have been able to stand it like that.

 

With a slight adjustment of pace, they continued to dart forward.

 

At this point, Xiao Lan looked back at his attacker.

 

It was a tall, fat man like a mountain of meat, carrying a blackened RPG-like weapon on his shoulder.

 

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The other man's scope was now pointed at them, with a grim smile on his lips.

 

In this situation, even with a divine weapon, you have to hit the other side to get it.

 

But now the man holding the RPG was extremely far away from them, and the shells came with their own tracking feature.

 

It's too cheating to attack from such a distance ！！！！！

 

Xiao Lan couldn't help but glance at his [Bones of Disobedience].

 

At this moment, he had a profound understanding of what it means to say "My Lord, times have changed".

 

The shells attacked once more, this time at a far greater speed than before.

 

It was too late to dodge, so Xiao Lan had to pick up the pace and hope that [The Emperor's New Clothes 2.0] would be able to do its stated damage reduction.

 

As if sensing his mood, the [Bone of Disobedience] in his hand took the initiative to prove the value of its existence.

 

A black shield instantly appeared in Xiao Lan's hand.

 

The shield stretched in size, finally coming to a point where it was just enough to cover his entire body.

 

I didn't expect to see this kind of functionality when [Dalet's Bone] absorbed Luo's core.

 

However, it is not too late to find out.

 

Xiao Lan took his shield and blocked the direction of the incoming shells.

 

"Boom boom boom -"

 

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Three successive explosions rang out, and the fragments of the shells hit the shield, causing Xiao Lan's hands to go slightly numb.

 

But, the shield caught the attack perfectly.

 

A great demonstration of what it means to be an old man with aspirations.

 

What good are high-tech weapons, it can block them as usual.

 

On the other hand, Wen Zhixian was knocked over by the force of the explosion and rolled several times on the ground.

 

"Cough cough ...... I'm going to die, this guy is so heartless."

 

Feng Cheng gave him a tug, but his mouth was mean: "That's because you've gained three kilos from eating too much chocolate recently, and your extra fat has affected my movements."

 

Wen Zhixian looked at him with an accusing look, "Damn, A Cheng, you're so heartless, I don't want to lose face!"

 

Feng Cheng laughed coldly, "Oh, get up and don't be silly, you'll get cold if you stay down."

 

The trio continued to run for their lives.

 

Xiao Lan's mind is now full of question marks.

 

Why does Wen Zhixian's weight affect Feng Cheng's movements?

 

Why were there shells chasing them?

 

Why is he running?

 

With time running out, Xiao Lan had to pick the most important question to ask: "What's going on with the guys back there?!"

 

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Wen Zhixian wiped his face and kept on walking, "This guy is one of my dad's men, he wasn't on the original list this time, I didn't expect him to get involved with those old guys, he's hiding deep enough ......"

 

Feng Cheng said indifferently, "And I wonder who was the one who said before 'since they want to do it, don't blame me for being rude', like it was a sure thing?"

 

Wen Zhixian covered his face: "Please stop, pretending to be punched in the face is already hard enough ......"

 

As the young lord of Ayanami, he doesn't want to lose face.

 

Xiao Lan got the gist of the matter: "So, he's here to see you?"

 

Wen Zhixian: "Well ......"

 

Xiao Lan: "Nothing to do with me at all?"

 

Wen Zhixian: "Ah ......"

 

Xiao Lan looked at Wen Zhixian: "What do you say, I kidnap you and throw you to him right now to prove my innocence?"

 

Wen Zhixian has a crouching face: " Little Lanlan how can you be so heartless ！！！！"

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