Chapter 169 - The Endymion (XI)

After seeing Wen Zhixian successfully resurrect Feng Cheng, Xiao Lan said, "I have to go find an escapee, so I'll go first."

 

Wen Zhixian waved at him, "Good luck, Little Lanlan."

 

Feng Cheng said, "Thank you, goodbye."

 

Xiao Lan waved his hand as he walked out the door, "Goodbye and good luck to you too."

 

Xiao Lan steps out of the already ramshackle freezer door.

 

Probably from the previous shelling, there were a number of holes throughout the hull, and a thick white mist was pouring in from outside, restricting his vision.

 

Xiao Lan advances through this empty The Endymion.

 

The place remained silent, as if he was the only one left in heaven and earth, and only the silent and luxurious decorations around him remained the same.

 

Suddenly, he caught the rusty smell of blood in the air.

 

Taking a few careful steps forward, Xiao Lan sees a patch of red in the white mist.

 

Further on, he realised that it was a bloodstain, from the ceiling to the walls to the floor, all stained as if some flesh and blood had burst open here.

 

Xiao Lan looks in the direction she came from, but the silent, empty corridor is nowhere to be seen.

 

It was as if he had originally come all the way through a sea of blood.

 

He surveyed his surroundings; this must be the real The Endymion, no longer the empty and dead cruise ship of a moment ago.

 

Only the pervasive white mist remains the same.

 

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Then, as if the red curtain had been drawn back, ahead was a scene that seemed like hell, with splatters of blood on the walls and floor, and the air was only thick with blood and death.

 

Bodies were falling across the ground, no longer distinguishable from players or NPCs.

 

With a total of 8,000 people on the cruise ship, Xiao Lan has no idea how many of them are players.

 

But it was the first time he had seen so many corpses since he had entered the game.

 

Their deaths varied from violent blows, to death by a sharp blade, to death by wild animals, to death by shock with eyes wide open and not a scratch on their bodies.

 

It is clear that none of them died from the same kind of demon.

 

There's no telling how many ghosts and ghouls are partying on The Endymion at this very moment.

 

"Passengers ...... Zizi ...... There is an emergency on board, please proceed to ...... deck... ...to escape in the lifeboat ...... ......"

 

"Passengers ...... Zizzi ...... There is an emergency on board, please ......"

 

The cruise ship's announcement repeats this phrase over and over.

 

There were no longer any living people around, and the ordinary travellers, if they hadn't died, would have followed the radio instructions and fled.

 

And the odds are that the ones left behind are the players doing the side quests.

 

They don't choose to escape, it's the player's nature to ride the road to death.

 

Xiao Lan continues to move forward on the boat.

 

After walking for a while, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

 

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In a corner, he saw something similar to the limbs of God.

 

The structure, which was clearly flesh and blood, was slowly writhing as if it had grown on the hull, fused to the steel plates.

 

Not good, can this guy not only parasitize humans, but also eat all the hardened cruise ships?

 

Xiao Lan really hates this unscientific creature.

 

There is no logic at all.

 

Well ...... Luo excepted.

 

Thinking of Luo, Xiao Lan took out the envelope and tried again to contact the other party, but there was still no reply.

 

Xiao Lan frowned, "Is there something going on with Luo?

 

Although he didn't understand what was going on, the two of them would be able to meet if he passed the level without any problems.

 

Xiao Lan put away the envelope and followed the trail left by the "gods".

 

The further you go, the more flesh and blood that parasitises the ship, making the corridor look like some kind of monster's lair.

 

The flesh and blood, tangled together like tree roots, had even blocked part of the passage, forcing him to make a temporary change of course.

 

On the way Xiao Lan also saw some human-like bodies embedded in flesh and blood, being devoured.

 

This is not a good situation, as it seems that in the time since we lost sight of him, the "gods" have grown in power again.

 

If we don't find it sooner, there's no telling what will become of this guy.

 

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"Heh ...... heh ......" Suddenly, an eerie raspy laugh came from behind Xiao Lan.

 

He jerked back and saw an unfamiliar face squeezing out of the bloody flesh of the wall.

 

The face hung upside down, dead grey eyes staring at Xiao Lan with malice, saying word by word, "Blasphemy ...... God ...... who ...... Death ......"

 

As the words fell, the flesh and blood that had been quietly multiplying attacked Xiao Lan at the same time.

 

Countless tentacles stabbed in the direction of Xiao Lan.

 

Xiao Lan had already taken out his [Bone of Disobedience] when he heard the laughter, and the blackened blade swung directly at the flesh and blood tentacles coming at him.

 

After a few cuts, Xiao Lan could clearly feel that they had become harder.

 

The knife in Xiao Lan's hand became more violent, weaving through the tentacles as he charged at the human face.

 

It seems that this thing can control the behaviour of the flesh and blood.

 

Sensing the danger, the human faces manipulated the flesh and blood to try to return to help.

 

However, it was too slow.

 

Xiao Lan had already darted in front of it with unparalleled swiftness and slashed directly at the face without mercy.

 

"Ah..."

 

After a harsh scream, the human face was sliced in half and then absorbed into the flesh and blood again as if it had melted, without wasting any of it.

 

The whole process demonstrates what it means to recycle and be very environmentally friendly.

 

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With the disappearance of the human face, the corridor of flesh and blood stopped attacking.

 

They return to their previous state of mindless proliferation.

 

Xiao Lan was alerted to the fact that his perennially striking skill had gone rogue again.

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"Poverty can't limit my imagination, you get [wake up, get up and get to work]."

 

He looked into the storage space, which contained an alarm clock-like prop: the

 

[Name: Wake up, get to work (Rare item)

 

[Ability: Force the target to wake up, regardless of species (cooldown 24 hours)]

 

[Description: Who wouldn't hate an early morning alarm clock?

 

Xiao Lan: "......"

 

Countless images of getting up early in the morning and rushing to work and school flash through my mind.

 

Why do you have to remember such painful things when you've already entered the Advent world!!!

 

With a sigh, Xiao Lan does not retrieve his weapon and moves on.

 

--

 

At the same time, a gap in space suddenly opened up above the deck of The Endymion.

 

A man with dreadlocks, wheaten skin and casual beach trousers stepped out of it and stood on the deck.

 

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After he stepped out completely, the spatial gap behind him closed instantly.

 

Everything seems so natural, as if he can come and go between different playgrounds at any time.

 

The dreadlocked man looked at his palm and couldn't help but scratch his head, "Tch, urgent mission - 'Find the source of the abnormal energy and take it away', how come the mission description doesn't make it a bit clearer? I don't want to work overtime on holiday time ......"

 

In his hand was something like a compass, and inside it was a small black mass like a mist.

 

The hands are currently wobbling slightly in one direction.

 

The man with the dreadlocks looked at the pointer, "Is that way?"

 

He lifted his flip-flop-clad feet and instantly disappeared from his spot.

 

--

 

Xiao Lan has gone deeper and deeper into the trail, guided by the traces.

 

As he advanced, the structures around him that had belonged to the cruise ship gradually became invisible, and all that came into view were tangled structures of flesh and blood.

 

Later he tackled several more faces that came out to attack, and it was obvious that the frequency of the attacks became more intense the further he went.

 

Finally, Xiao Lan enters a very open space.

 

It was supposed to be a pitch sort of place, but now it's mostly covered in flesh and blood tissue, making it impossible to see clearly.

 

The walls, the heads, and part of the floor were covered in slime and writhing muscles, carrying a vitality that did not feel the least bit pleasant.

 

Xiao Lan tightened his grip on the [Bone of Disobedience] in his hand and became more cautious.

 

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The place looks unusual, almost like - a lair.

 

I am afraid that the "God" itself is here.

 

Xiao Lan continues on towards the front.

 

Suddenly, his footsteps came to a halt.

 

A sticky sound sounded above him, like something soft and slimy coming from something soft and slimy.

 

Xiao Lan didn't look up as he leapt straight to the side, avoiding the area where he was previously standing.

 

In the very next instant, several things like lizard tongues stabbed down from above.

 

I don't know if I'd die if I got licked, but I'd certainly be half sickened.

 

The tongues, seeing that the blow had missed, reversed direction and continued their attack towards Xiao Lan.

 

Xiao Lan rushes towards them undaunted, bone blade in hand.

 

The tongue tries to attack his vitals, but Xiao Lan deftly avoids it.

 

To his perception, these tongues, as disgusting and odd as they looked, were still so primitive in their fighting skills that they could be described as rampant.

 

It was nothing compared to those targets he had fought against in the training ground before, whose fighting skills had been honed with countless battles.

 

Several dark slashes flashed and the tongues were cut off.

 

The broken part remained struggling on the ground for a while before it slowly stopped moving.

 

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Xiao Lan moves carefully through this nest of flesh and blood.

 

Suddenly, a large mass of flesh and blood squirmed up ahead and blossomed like a flower.

 

Lying amidst the blood and flesh was a figure with a few familiar faces -

 

Card Luo S.

 

Or rather the "god" that consumed half of Calus' body.

 

It is topping the handsome face of the rejuvenated Kaluos.

 

With thick brown hair and seawater eyes, his body has the smooth lines of a sculpture, as if he were a god in a painting.

 

But only half of its body resembles a human.

 

The other half is still a hideous structure of flesh and blood, littered with countless human faces, which at the moment have also turned their eyes, their dead grey eyes all staring in the direction of Xiao Lan, their mouths hanging out in a weird smile.

 

The azure eyes of the "god" looked at Xiao Lan with a gentle smile, as if he were a truly wise and loving god.

 

It applauded gently, its voice low and nice, with a tone of commendation, "To actually go before God, who approves of your piety."

 

Xiao Lan stared at it, his tone calm, "No, I don't have that unique hobby of coming out to watch people walk their birds."

 

"God": "......"

 

How can such a perfect body be reduced to "walking the birds" in this guy's mouth?

 

Heh, ignorant human beings.

 

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The "god" withdrew the false smile from his face and tightened his bare, grimy muscles a little.

 

At this moment, all it wants to do is hammer the guy in front of it.

 

Xiao Lan was a human light, pulling its hatred in with one man.

 

 

 

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