Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 780 - 721 Plan Completed
Kylo Servblade was leading his team in grinding monsters for leveling up. They chose a plain with an open view, where a type of wild monster called the Demon Goat respawned. These monsters had high attack but low defense, and their health bars were quite fragile. They were perfect targets for assassins who specialized in stealth and critical hits; one only needed to be cautious of their charging ability; there weren’t many other difficulties.
Kylo’s chat alert suddenly sounded off, and as he swiftly attacked the monsters, he tilted his head to open the chat window. Seeing the noted name, Kylo Servblade’s slender eyebrows furrowed—it was his good-for-nothing nephew, Serray Servblade. The boy was a slothful kid, dozing off in etiquette classes and lacking a firm resolve. His athletic talents were decent, but he didn’t take the dream wars seriously. Kylo felt an exasperated disappointment toward his nephew, tantamount to hating that iron could not turn into steel, yet he couldn’t completely wash his hands of the matter.
[?]
[Uncle Kylo, take me monster-hunting, please. I accidentally chose a dumb profession, and now I can’t even handle grinding alone!]
Kylo could feel the flames of fury rush to his forehead in an instant, his hands moving like lightning.
[I told you to choose the assassin job, but you wouldn’t listen, kid. Rebellion comes at a cost! Go find a corner to fend for yourself; you must be responsible for your own naivety!]
Kylo’s face was expressionless. He glanced at his other team members, casually swiped to share his location coordinates, and then closed the chat window instantly.
On the other side, [Scrutinizing Qiankun] watched the chat box of [Sunken Beechburg], looked up, and saw that Beechburg’s face was wearing the predictable smirk of triumph.
"Got the assassin team’s coordinates, easy-peasy~"
Qiankun stared at Beechburg’s character’s face, showing no change in expression. He sighed and reminded himself silently that for now, they were teammates.
"I’ll wrap things up here as quickly as possible."
Half an hour later, in game time, Kylo Servblade didn’t dwell on his nephew’s situation anymore. His level and experience value had already neared 98 percent. The moment it would be full, it would be more enjoyable than any other. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
As he was searching for the next prey to progress further, the perimeter Scout Rangers noticed something was off. Two seconds later, he could see it himself.
"A beast migration?"
Hooves trampled the ground, creating a discordant rumble, and the unsettling thunder was getting louder.
An extra event? A hidden mechanism? Too many monsters spawned, triggering a herd migration? These thoughts quickly flashed through Kylo’s mind and condensed into worry.
The numbers were too great; dozens of Demon Goats occupied most of his field of vision, charging straight at the assassins’ formation.
"Dodge! Dodge quickly!" Kylo bellowed uselessly. But it was too late; the straight-line sprint of the Demon Goats was extremely fast, far surpassing the assassins.
And at the very front of the gray-named wild monsters, a green-named one stood out alone. A figure with a sword surged ahead at the forefront. He grazed past the razor-sharp horns of the Demon Goats, avoided the shockwaves from the collisions, with dust and stones scattering behind him, his loose robe billowing as if he were the shepherd of this fearsome herd.
Heh, he really was.
Kylo caught sight of [Scrutinizing Qiankun], and vulgar words spilled from his mouth. As an assassin accustomed to slaying players as easily as grinding monsters, he never expected to be ganked by wild beasts. Imagine the irony of a hunter pecked by geese, one could fathom how stifled he felt.
"Brothers, brace for the charge. This shameless Qiankun dared to pull monsters onto us; let’s make sure he dies right here."
Kylo gripped his sword tightly, standing at the forefront against Wind Sword Man and the devastating herd, emptying the oppression in his heart. In a flash, he entered an invincible and selfless state, where the sword felt like an extension of his arm. He was confident that at this moment, no one could match his hand speed.
A gratifying smile spread across his face. Kylo stepped forward, the two swords—one in front and one behind—moving like fish swimming upstream. His torso twisted, driving a swift and sharp diagonal slash, realizing something profound and intensely personal.
In that moment, Kylo Servblade surpassed himself.
[Target (Scrutinizing Qiankun) has exited your attack range].
Every assassin saw their captain’s perfect strike, and they were moved, overwhelmed. A surge of unparalleled courage filled their hearts, and the next moment, they saw the tragedy of their hero. The captain’s silhouette turned into a gloomy gray, and someone immediately burst into tears on the spot.
That fleeing streak of red was so despicable.
The captain’s will would live on through them!
With fiery blood, they charged towards that sword light, breaking limits! Full-force attack!
[Target (Scrutinizing Qiankun) has exited your attack range].
They became a part of the fallen heroes, and in the next scene, the assassins were trampled into pancakes by the herd.
Qiankun glanced back at the tombstones beneath the goats’ hooves, bared his teeth, then accelerated forward.
"Tragic, too tragic." Shedding a few crocodile tears, Qiankun continued to lead the herd forward. He admitted that he was almost scared by the close calls he had when passing by the assassin team, but fortunately, everything was according to plan.
He had dodged every assassin’s attack and avoided everyone’s attack range.
This sounded challenging to achieve, and "Scrutinizing Qiankun" was not a natural-born, soaring Flying Sword player like "Sunken Beechburg". However, Qiankun had found his own path, piloting the Flying Sword. He plotted courses, designed every trajectory of the Flying Sword’s flight, found gaps within the enemy groups, and calculated how to avoid all obstacles.
The Flying Sword trajectory of Beechburg flowed like a supple, lengthy river, whereas Qiankun was like a continuous bolt of lightning, zigzagging through the sky. The two methods of Flying Sword differed greatly, but their speeds were both very fast, so fast that they exceeded the current players’ ability to react.
"Our judgment was wrong, your uncle’s assassin squad couldn’t clear that many monsters," Qiankun said while staring at the horde fixated on him, the number of Demon Goats showing no significant decrease, "They only killed six creatures at the cost of everyone’s lives."
In the team channel, Qiankun felt as though he could hear the slow, low whisper of a demon—far more terrifying than the collective roar of the herd.
"Then let’s wait for their resurrection, and you lead the horde in another charge, even if it’s just six monsters less, it will be much faster than if we did it ourselves," Beechburg mentioned something, his tone as cold as his uncle’s once was, "After all, he needs to adapt to any situation in front of him to grow."
Qiankun closed his mouth, muttering to himself about just how bad the internal competition within the Queen’s Faction truly was. He redirected the Flying Sword, and as experience points chimed in his ears, he saw the freshly revived assassins watching with a sinister smirk as the Wind Sword Man, who wore a devilish smile, led the desperate tide of darkness once more upon them.
"Scrutinizing Qiankun" eventually left, taking nothing with him.
Kylo stood still, seeing the unattainable figure of the Wind Sword Man, his eyes filled with distraction, surrounded by his pale teammates’ tombstones. Multiple deaths had rendered the hours of leveling up utterly wasted, his trembling hand releasing his weapon, and the slightest breeze made his body sway side to side. Confusion, a fragile spirit propping up his spine, numbness let him forget the sour pain in his chest—Kylo Servblade felt exhaustion, wishing for a deep sleep.
A shaking hand appeared in Kylo’s line of sight; he rotated his eyeballs, staring at the young man like a zombie.
"...You... have come, but I... am tired... can’t take you with me."
"Sunken Beechburg" had tears in his eyes, gripping Kylo’s hands tightly, preventing him from falling.
"I’m late, Uncle Kylo! But I’ve found the main culprit behind this tragedy!"
The Resurrection Flame glinted in Kylo’s eyes, the sweet flavor of hatred potent enough to revive the dead; with a flash in his eyes and a snort, he said, "I won’t forget, ’Scrutinizing Qiankun’, I will..."
Beechburg cut off Kylo’s venomous curse.
"Uncle! The important thing isn’t him, but the person behind him; everything we’ve experienced must be a calculated, organized act of hostility. In fact, uncle, I was late because I was investigating that person behind the scenes."
"That ’Scrutinizing Qiankun’ is with the Elders’ Council! This is a provocation from the Elders’ Council Faction against us! We must strike back hard!"
Beechburg’s suggestion stirred Kylo Servblade’s heart, but the cool-headed team leader rethought and dismissed the idea.
"No, our assassin squad has already suffered a significant blow; we should bury our heads in leveling up now. Once we reclaim what was lost, that’s when it will be a matter of life and death with those bastards."
The hero stood up.
"I have a way, uncle!"
Beechburg beamed with a radiant smile.
"We can fight fire with fire; if those damned Elders’ Council can kill us with monsters, we can do the same!"
"You mean..."
"Exactly, ’Scrutinizing Qiankun’ gave me an idea because he is actually the same class as me. We are Magic Swordsmen, and what the Elders’ Council can do, the Queen’s Guard can also achieve!"
"Captain, I request to strike alone, to rise against the Elders’ Council with the blade of revenge in my own hands!"
Kylo looked at his tall nephew in front of him, complex emotions turning into pride.
"Serray, you’ve grown. Do what you wish, don’t be afraid, the Eye of the Queen will bear all consequences for you."
"That’s exactly what I was waiting for, uncle!"
...
An hour later, the Elders’ Council squad where Doludo belonged was slaughtered by the maliciously steered horde of monsters, with the Eye of the Queen claiming responsibility for the attack.
Following the suggestion of a young member of the Elders’ Council, the council decided to retaliate against the Eye of the Queen in the same manner.
Magic Swordsman players emerged on the player stage as strategic-level agitators.
"Sunken Beechburg" and "Scrutinizing Qiankun" soared in level amidst the moans of their enemies.
"Hahaha, look, they should thank me for this."
