Chapter 11: The Damnable "Pay-to-Win Player"
"Mu, Xiao."
Feral Beast Gaskell showed signs of going berserk. He wasn't stupid; he knew this was the far northern icefield, far from the battlefield.
"Teleportation items don't malfunction. This is an item notarized by Holy Light Paradise."
Hearing this, Feral Beast Gaskell shifted his gaze, locking eyes with Mu Xiao.
"Icy wasteland, a perfect place for murder."
Gulu crunched the candy in her mouth with a *crack* and vanished into the air.
*Puchi!*
Blood splattered. A slender short blade suddenly pierced through Feral Beast Gaskell's skull. He grinned, his body rapidly swelling, ready to show Gulu what a Death Paradise Ranger was capable of. He was about to teach this brat a lesson.
*Puchi, puchi, puchi.*
"You..."
Feral Beast Gaskell's eyes suddenly bulged. Things had completely spiraled beyond his control. What he didn't know was that the brats in Reincarnation Paradise who survived to the seventh rank were all monsters.
A total of 32 short blades pierced through every part of Feral Beast Gaskell's body. If she hadn't had the Nightwalker Set, even after her recent breakthrough in ability limits, Gulu would still be slightly weaker than Gaskell. But as an assassin wearing four pieces of the Nightwalker Set, her attack power was almost freakishly strong.
Moreover, because Gulu had killed quite a few violators recently, the Tuanzhang had given her a lot of resources. For the Tuanzhang, these resources weren't a huge expense—a full set of Holy Spirit rank +13 equipment.
The Nightwalker Set, plus all her other equipment at Holy Spirit rank +13 quality, made Gulu akin to a "pay-to-win player" who had spent real money. Facing the "grind king" Feral Beast Gaskell, the outcome was predictable.
All the short blades inside Feral Beast Gaskell's body converged, slicing through him with a gruesome cutting sound. He let out a pained howl, a pain that nearly reached the level of soul severing. Finally, all the blades gathered at his neck and cleanly severed his massive head.
Killed mid-transformation, Gaskell died somewhat indignantly. To his death, he never understood how a seventh-rank assassin could have such freakish attack power.
*Boom!* Gaskell's enormous head fell onto the ice, staining the surrounding ice red with blood. Gulu, wearing her Gothic dress, stepped onto the head, lifting her skirt slightly to avoid getting blood on her beloved dress.
"Big sister, are you going to run?"
Gulu smiled sweetly, but in Mu Xiao's eyes, that smile was somewhat terrifying.
"Do you really not care about a 50% reduction in all attributes? You... little lunatic."
Mu Xiao's eyes twitched. She knew Reincarnation Paradise contractors were crazy, but she never expected this level of madness. They didn't even care about the penalty from a temporary contract.
"Heh~"
Gulu laughed even more happily, even showing her little fangs. As a member of the Traveling Group, she cared least about signing this kind of temporary team contract. The Traveling Group had a team ability that could ignore all penalties from such temporary team contracts.
...
At the edge of the war zone, the bright moonlight cast down. Su Xiao was about to leave the war zone and enter the Chaos Legion's territory.
Crossing the battlefield was difficult, but it depended on the situation. For a large army, crossing the battlefield safely was completely impossible. With a small number of people, as long as you paid attention to reconnaissance and avoided the enemy's main force, crossing the battlefield was only thrilling, not dangerous.
After leaving the war zone, the journey went even smoother. Su Xiao headed straight for Chimney Mountain. Along the way, he encountered several Chaos Legion reconnaissance squads. After identifying himself, they immediately let him pass.
At 9 PM that night, Su Xiao arrived near Chimney Mountain. This was an active volcano. Because the crater at the top constantly emitted volcanic ash, like thick smoke, it was named accordingly.
A few kilometers in front of Chimney Mountain stood a fortress over 150 meters high—this was Black Ring Fortress. It could be said that this was the Chaos Legion's base camp.
Calling it a fortress was less accurate than calling it a city. Nearly 100-meter-high walls surrounded it. Each black stone on the walls was enormous. Inside were stone houses and stone towers of varying heights.
The main body of Black Ring Fortress was built against the rear wall. In front of Black Ring Fortress stretched an endless expanse of buildings. This large city, called "Black Furnace City," was home to over 2.3 million Grey Orcs, Serpentfolk, Ancient Tree Clan, and Demon Ghosts.
It could be said that "Black Furnace City" was the symbol of the Chaos Legion. When this place was destroyed, the Chaos Legion would cease to exist.
Su Xiao arrived at the nearly 20-meter-high city gate. The two metal gates were tightly shut. Just as he was about to have Wobble knock on the gate, the gates slowly opened.
As the gates opened, the torches inside the gate tunnel were lit one by one. When Su Xiao entered the city, he saw many elderly Grey Orcs, Serpentfolk, and others kneeling on one knee in the darkness. There was no warm welcome ceremony; they just silently bowed their heads.
"Welcome back, Lord White Night."
...
Su Xiao didn't speak. He continued forward, walking along the muddy streets. Only when he reached the front of Black Ring Fortress did he stop.
At the main entrance of Black Ring Fortress, three figures stood in the darkness. One's aura was very old, another had two horns growing from its head, and the last had a graceful figure.
"Good to have you back. Feels good to be home, doesn't it, War?"
An old voice came. The figure stepped out of the darkness—an old Serpentfolk wrapped in gray cloth. Don't underestimate him; he was one of the four Great Lords, responsible for managing war supplies and finances. Without him, they could only fight empty-handed.
"Back to seize power? The Chaos Legion is at its end. If you want authority, you can have it all."
The graceful figure left these words and turned to walk into the darkness. She was also a Great Lord. Her attitude indicated one thing: she didn't want Su Xiao's return to cause power struggles or similar issues, which would throw the Chaos Legion into chaos.
"Mobilizing warriors takes time. I've never doubted your deeds, but if you want warriors to die in battle, you need to give them hope."
The horned figure nodded at Su Xiao and tossed something from the darkness—a black feathered cloak.
[Prompt: You have obtained Lord's Authority (Holy Spirit Rank).]
[Prompt: This equipment cannot be taken out of this world.]
[Lord's Authority]
Origin: Canglong Continent
Quality: Holy Spirit Rank
Category: Feathered Cloak
Durability: 116/127
Equip Condition: Only Great Lord Kukulin Bai Ye can wear it. If worn by others, they will be hostile and hunted by all Chaos Legion members.
Equipment Effect: Authority (Passive). When on a battlefield, all friendly soldier-type units' morale increases by 25 points.
Rating: 985 points (Holy Spirit rank equipment rating is 700–1000 points).
Description: The glory of the past will be rekindled.
Price: Cannot be sold.
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"Besides you, no one is qualified to wear it, just like the Dark Lord's crown."
The horned figure left these words and also turned to walk into the darkness.
"It's already so late. Rest in the fortress. We'll talk about everything tomorrow morning."
The old Serpentfolk waved at Su Xiao. It could be said that he was the Great Lord with the least lordly dignity, but no one dared to offend him. Don't be fooled by the old fellow's genial demeanor; he was actually very vindictive. Step on his foot, and he'd remember it for six or seven years.
Inside the fortress, the light was somewhat dim, and it was damp with a faint musty smell. After climbing the stairs to the seventh floor, Su Xiao pushed open a room's door.
A wave of warmth hit him. A fire was already burning in the room's fireplace. All kinds of furniture were available. The entire room was about 200 square meters. Many weapons and artifacts hung on the walls, each with a significant history—like the sword of King Duoyin III, the crown of the Elf Prince, etc.
On the table near the fireplace, food was laid out, including fruits rare in the Chimney Mountain area.
"It's not like the old days. Make do with it."
The old Serpentfolk left these words and turned to leave.
*Thump~*
The door closed. Only Su Xiao, Bubu Wang, and Amu remained in the room. As for Pepeini, she had been arranged in a "special room," guarded by Wobble and over a dozen Grey Orcs.
Candlelight flickered. Su Xiao sat at the dining table. The situation was much better than he had imagined. The trouble of seizing power was skipped entirely. The Chaos Legion was about to be defeated. For him, this was an opportunity.
With nothing to do for now, Su Xiao took out the personal terminal for "Deathmatch" from his storage space. He planned to activate the game and see what kind of monster it could model.