# Chapter 32: Bad Luck
The situation on the sixth floor was unknown to those still fighting on the fifth floor.
Various types of energy explosions spread outward. Fighting in this semi-enclosed environment was a nightmare for assassination-type, perception-type, and gunner-type contractors.
Their survivability was relatively weak, especially gunners. Most gunners mastered basic abilities, and by the seventh rank, a small number of gunners had elevated their gun-related abilities to Grandmaster level.
The development focus for gunners was their own physical energy intensity, the quality of their firearms, and most importantly, their basic gun proficiency.
During combat, they would attach their physical energy to bullets. Gunners' attack capabilities ranked among the highest of all types. Each time they changed their main weapon, it was a significant improvement for them.
When dealing with leader-level or lord-level units, gunners' powerful attack capabilities made them very popular among small and medium-sized groups.
For the gunners present on the fifth floor of the temple, this place was a nightmare. Where could they hide? The stairwell connecting the third and fourth floors? Don't even think about it—that place was already full, all healing-type contractors.
In this semi-enclosed chaotic battle, whether gunners from Apocalypse Paradise, Death Paradise, or Reincarnation Paradise were all about to cry. It wasn't that someone was targeting them specifically, but the rampant energy explosions and residual effects of various abilities often caught them off guard.
Many gunners had already died from unidentified large-scale abilities. Just Mage Lord Yer alone had killed six—four enemies and two allies.
Mage Lord Yer's expression grew even more gloomy. Killing allied contractors by mistake in this situation wouldn't result in severe punishment, but it would deduct merit points. He had already lost about a third of his earned merits.
It wasn't just Mage Lord Yer who was speechless. The three surviving gunners on their side were even more at a loss. As gunners, surviving to the seventh rank in Reincarnation Paradise was already difficult enough, and now they might die at any moment from their own Mage Lord big shots. Anyone would feel frustrated.
A peculiar scene emerged. Behind the gloomy-faced Mage Lord Yer, their three surviving gunners—two men and one woman—were all gathered there. They really didn't dare go anywhere else.
After all, their side's Mage Lord big shots weren't just Yer. The fire-type Mage Lord not far away wasn't as easy to deal with as Yer. That guy was already in a killing frenzy. From the looks of it, if not for one of their tank-type contractors blocking him, that Mage Lord would have charged forward to engage in melee combat.
Boom!
Flames exploded. Amidst the fire, blades cut through the air. The Scarecrow was dancing gracefully nearby. Close to her was a contractor from Apocalypse Paradise, both hands clutching his neck, throat slit open.
"Yer!"
Angry Hound shouted loudly. He held a corpse in one hand, covered in blood. His height had already increased from three meters to three and a half meters. His entire body was covered in black fur, the tips of the fur tinged with gray. Claws had grown on his hands, and his canine teeth had lengthened somewhat.
Boom!
Solidified darkness struck Angry Hound's body, but this guy was thick-skinned and tough. Even when surrounded by more than twenty enemy contractors earlier, he had seemed completely at ease. This guy possessed survivability that would make any seventh-rank main tank admire.
The chaotic battle on the fifth floor grew increasingly intense. Molei hid behind a low wall, taking out a communicator. Due to signal interference, the communicator was crackling with static.
Beep~
The green indicator light on the communicator turned red. Molei's eyes lit up.
"Finally."
Molei stood up from behind the low wall. She took a deep breath, her flat abdomen slightly rising.
"All Apocalypse Paradise contractors!"
Molei's shout not only caught the attention of Angry Hound and Hai Yizuo but also made their own Mage Lord Yer and Revenge Baron look puzzled.
"Finally ready to go all out."
Angry Hound stood in the flames, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth. Alliance with Apocalypse Paradise? Of course they would ally. Letting both Apocalypse Paradise and Reincarnation Paradise contractors die here was the plan Angry Hound and Hai Yizuo had long devised. There was only one World Core, and only one side could ultimately win.
"Everyone, get serious! We're going to win this time! Let them see... the wealth of miners."
After shouting this, Molei's body radiated a glowing white light. Almost all Apocalypse Paradise contractors did the same, though the color of their fluorescent light varied slightly.
"Wipe away the shame!"
One by one, Apocalypse Paradise contractors stopped cowering. Some even charged forward wielding mining picks. Don't underestimate these things—they were Holy Spirit rank +10 weapons. If one of these hit someone's skull, it would really crack open the cranium.
"This..."
Angry Hound watched the Apocalypse Paradise contractors charging past on both sides, momentarily stunned. This was the first time he'd seen Apocalypse Paradise contractors so brave. Was this really the Apocalypse Paradise he knew?
Not only that, but the Apocalypse Paradise contractors who had been guarding the first floor of the temple all rushed up. These were the ones Molei had selected as the most cowardly echelon. She hadn't let them participate earlier to avoid affecting morale.
Molei didn't need these miners to fight to the death, but they were very willing to contribute various one-time destructive items.
On the fifth floor now, it was almost a dogfight. Various abilities flew everywhere. The Apocalypse Paradise side suddenly became brave, then because they charged too recklessly, they were successfully taught a lesson by several Reincarnation Paradise Mage Lords.
They quickly recognized reality and gradually mixed in with the Death Paradise contractors. Better to be cowardly—life was more important.
Angry Hound and Hai Yizuo, who were in the midst of fighting, didn't care about this. The fact that these Apocalypse Paradise contractors hadn't fled the battlefield was already gratifying to them, let alone actively participating in battle.
In reality, among the Apocalypse Paradise contractors teleported to Demon Spirit Star this time, aside from the resource collection team of over a hundred people, most other contractors weren't that cowardly.
They had all experienced multiple World Wars and knew one thing: as long as they won, the resources gained would keep them safe for a long time—at least five to six worlds—without dying in mission worlds because enemies were too strong.
Just as everyone was in the midst of the chaotic battle on the fifth floor, a muffled sound came from above. Everyone fighting felt the entire temple shake. The sound came from the sixth floor.
It was like an extremely loud fart coming from the stairwell leading to the sixth floor. The chaotic battle continued.
On the sixth floor, a figure dressed like a priest stood among numerous explosives. His entire body was covered in fluorescent powder. He had just forcefully activated the explosives here, only to discover that most of them were empty shells or outdated items past their expiration date.
Clearly, the Reincarnation Paradise side hadn't actually set up explosives here. This was just a decoy, a cover to conceal some mechanism.
The person actually holding the large quantities of powerful explosives was named Mummy. He could hide in alternate spaces, making him most suitable for temporarily storing these powerful explosives.
The priest stood in the fluorescent dust. He wasn't surprised by this; instead, he looked as if it were only natural. He had come to the sixth floor of the temple to clear the path. He wouldn't interfere with subsequent matters.
...
Several kilometers away from the Sun Temple, beneath a half-collapsed building in the ancient capital, the underground had been hollowed out. Many auras were hidden there. Among these auras, Yueshitu sat in front of a pure white six-tailed fox.
In the darkness, Yueshitu's eyes opened.
"Priest, you underestimate Reincarnation Paradise's contractors too much."
Yueshitu knew it was time to act. Just as she was about to stand up, with a splat, a mass of black fluid landed on her hand.
As the saying goes, when someone is unlucky, even drinking cold water gets stuck in their teeth. Take Yueshitu, for example—she had encountered her nemesis, Black Demon.