Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 830 - 829: Stellaris (4K)

Boom!

A figure flew horizontally, crashing heavily onto a suspended metal pipe with a diameter of over ten meters. Accompanied by the nerve-wracking sound of metal twisting, a human-shaped dent was forcibly created in the middle of the pipe, and the basketball-sized rivets connecting the pipe to the walls were violently shaking and deforming.

Bang!

Another figure flew in, slamming violently into the reinforced concrete wall, filling the air with dust and debris.

This was a vast canyon with the walls of the buildings on both sides intersecting in a V shape. The bottom of the canyon was littered with mechanical wreckage, and in mid-air, there were dense suspended platforms and transport pipes.

The dim emergency lights on both sides of the platforms and pipes were the only light source in the canyon.

Under the light, one could vaguely see the giant number 55 spray-painted on the walls of the canyon.

"Whew..."

A handsome and robust blond youth, ranked tenth in the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s Supernatural Accident Place, David,

propped himself up on the concrete wall with both hands and climbed out of the human-shaped dent.

His pants were still intact, but his suit jacket was shredded to mere fabric scraps, revealing an impeccably toned abdomen with eight-pack abs and an adonis belt that could evoke screams from thousands of viewers.

In fact, it did indeed elicit screams from certain viewers in the Mortal Realm—the detectors above the canyon were faithfully broadcasting the battle scenes to the real world.

"..."

David gripped a crack in the wall with his left hand, letting his right hand hang naturally as he heard a sharp whistle from the canyon floor. A Golden Spear swiftly flew back into his right hand.

"Are you alright?"

David looked ahead into the dark and dim canyon, asking without turning his head.

"I won’t die."

A cold, hard voice came from behind David. Abel, ranked eighth on the leaderboard, also climbed out of the dented pipe.

His long black hair hung behind him, and his body was gradually covered with intricate and mysterious demon tattoos, all of which seemed to be slowly changing shape.

The two men quietly looked ahead, the breeze coming from who knows where was sliced by the protruding metal shards of the broken pipe, making a slightly mournful sound.

A shadowy figure hovered in mid-air, slowly approaching,

A humanoid outline wrapped in dark cloth, holding a jade Long Knife with a knife-like shape in hand.

Ranked third on the leaderboard, Special Affairs Bureau, Cold Waterstone.

Without any warning, David moved.

He swung his arm forward, throwing the Golden Spear in his hand fiercely while his feet stepped on the concrete wall, charging towards Cold Waterstone.

Abel moved in response, the demon tattoos on his body flowed to his right hand, transforming into a completely non-reflective black substance that quickly compressed and folded into a longsword shape,

while he himself slammed the alloy pipe heavily, using the recoil to launch towards Cold Waterstone.

Clang, clang, clang, clang—

The sound of blades clashing echoed in the expansive canyon as the three engaged in battle, almost turning into afterimages as they darted through the complex terrain.

The detector, although capable of keeping up with the trio’s movements, found the pace of their combat too fast for viewers watching through electronic screens to comprehend what was happening,

and they could only vaguely understand the situation changes by listening to the narrator’s rapid-fire explanation.

All three players excelled in close combat,

Cold Waterstone held his own effortlessly against two opponents, his jade-like Long Knife in hand capable of healing the user’s injuries, allowing even large wounds to instantly heal,

and in contact with his opponents, releasing lethal poison,

accumulating bit by bit until the opponents were unknowingly inflicted with multiple poisons.

Muscles contracted, pupils dilated, internal organs spasmed, blood coagulated, bone marrow dissolved...

The complex toxins, difficult to identify, continuously corroded David and Abel’s bodies,

if not for the fact that one was a player specialized in healing, capable of curing various diseases,

the other with a body beyond that of mortals, unafraid of pain,

they would have long been plagued by countless ailments, weakened and collapsed.

David retreated half a step, taking advantage of Abel holding off Cold Waterstone, and slapped his chest.

A healing spell coursed through his body, the toxins from the Jade Long Knife wrapped in his blood, solidified, and shot out through his pores like dense black-red arrowheads, riddling the surrounding metal structure with holes.

"Cough, cough!"

David coughed forcefully, spitting out a piece of semi-coagulated blood,

the sound of his labored breathing like a broken bellows was overshadowed by his own intense heartbeat.

Too exaggerated...

Even with Abel, two top ten players combined efforts, he could only maintain a stalemate with Cold Waterstone,

thinking that with the organization’s help earlier, he obtained a Perfect Level Skill Scroll, confident that paired with his Judgement Spear, he could defeat players ranked in the top five, even the top three,

David couldn’t help but show a wry smile.

But this helplessness soon turned into determination.

He must leave Cold Waterstone here at any cost, preventing him from joining up with the Special Affairs Bureau or the Heterodox Academy members.

Otherwise, with his healing abilities, once he regroups with his companions,

he would pose a tremendous threat in subsequent stages to the European Heavy Industry Group and allied guilds.

With this in mind, David slapped his chest again, healing his shattered lungs, mustered his strength, and rushed towards Cold Waterstone.

Hovering in mid-air, Cold Waterstone seemed to sense something, pushed his palm forward, and the toxins accumulated in Abel’s body erupted instantly, causing his skin and bones to melt like a candle.

Forced to retreat Abel, it also made David abandon his attack, prioritizing healing his companion.

Afterwards, Cold Waterstone didn’t even look at David and Abel, quickly turning and holding the jade Long Knife horizontally in front of him.

Zheng—

A burly figure quietly appeared in the void, wearing a Skull Mask on his face, draped with a long robe of red and gold, wielding a Giant Scythe that cleaved down, suppressing the jade Long Knife in Cold Waterstone’s hand.

Ranked twelfth in combat power, Gen-Sys Biotechnology, Ares.

Appearing alongside him was a black-haired, blue-eyed, slim man of olive complexion with ancient Sumerian symbols engraved on his forehead, standing atop a suspended staircase.

Ranked thirteenth in combat power, Prometheus Laboratory, Cain.

"Sorry, I’m a bit late."

Cain smiled gently, "Just came down from the 56th floor. It seems to be the highest point of the whole building. Above that, it’s unknown how deep the alloy walls are."

Seeing the two, David’s tense expression relaxed. Gen-Sys, Prometheus, European Heavy Industry, and the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s Special Affairs Bureau had signed a cooperation agreement at the beginning of the Door Bidding Battle schedule, planning to divide the benefits after the battle and prevent other forces from gaining advantages.

With all four players ranked within the top fifteen present, no matter how capable Cold Waterstone might be, his trump cards would be in vain without reinforcements, leaving him the options of defeat or retreating from the competition.

David felt no shame or embarrassment for leading a group in a mob fight. Only by surviving does one qualify to consider morality,

he immediately pressed down on Abel’s skin, preventing his body from continuing to melt, while shouting loudly, "Be careful, his knife is poisonous!"

"Got it!"

Ares roared in a low voice, demonic fire erupted around him, transforming into a giant crocodile shape, opening its bloody mouth to bite at Cold Waterstone.

The jade Long Knife in Cold Waterstone’s hand flashed green light, a conical Energy Shield rose,

its point aimed at Ares, unleashing a Green Energy Beam, neutralizing the demonic fire while causing Cold Waterstone to retreat rapidly.

Ares swung his palm, dispersing the green light, preparing to pursue, but his expression changed dramatically, releasing repulsion with five fingers in the air, propelling himself backwards to narrowly avoid a shadow... shooting up from below.

David, Abel, and Cain’s faces changed, looking towards the arched dome of the canyon where a pale humanoid outline lay quietly.

The silhouette possessed a humanoid head and limbs, crawling on the ground like a lizard, the limbs’ surface covered with the same white material layer as ordinary mech beasts,

The joints of the limbs were all made of black metal spheres.

The same material was used for the unusually long neck.

At the back of the neck and spine, there was a long black conical protrusion, with a face similar to an ordinary mech beast, all inorganic and pale human faces, the two eyes on the face flickering with red light,

The palms and soles were mechanical claws without material covering.

This was definitely not a mech beast,

David and Abel had encountered a large group of malformed beast-like machines on the fifty-fifth floor and slaughtered a heap, the wreckage lying at the bottom of the canyon was the best proof.

Clatter—

The mechanical claw scraped across the concrete,

The humanoid silhouette, lying like a lizard on the dome, slowly turned its body,

The long neck slowly lifted, eyes glowing with red light, coldly staring at Ares.

It was only at this moment that Ares suddenly realized that the white belt tied around his side had somehow ended up in Cold Waterstone’s hand.

[Detected, living target]

[Target identity verification: Failed]

[Program judgement: Intruder]

[Strategy: Eliminate]

[Executing]

A soft female voice emanated from the elevated abdomen of the humanoid silhouette, not only sounding on the canyon dome,

but also emanating from the broken pipes on both sides of the canyon.

Five, ten, fifteen...

A total of nineteen humanoid silhouettes crawled out from the broken pipes, silently watching Ares who had lost his belt.

"Security guards, huh..."

David took a deep breath, gently rubbing the surface of the golden spear, the perfect-level equipment named [Judgement Spear] suddenly lit up with dazzling brilliance,

shooting forth without any delay or warning, passing through Cold Waterstone’s... afterimage.

The third person from the Special Affairs Bureau, holding a Jade Long Knife in the right hand, and the white belt stolen from Ares in the left hand, finally let out a light chuckle,

his figure gradually blending with the breeze, disregarding Cain’s spell and the black dagger thrown by Abel,

vanishing straightaway.

With the disappearance of Cold Waterstone,

the twenty security guards also sprang up from various places, pouncing towards Ares in mid-air.

At the same time,

a thunderous roar was heard from the fifty-sixth floor above the canyon, the whole canyon trembled violently, countless pieces of concrete and metal debris crashing down, as if intending to bury the canyon completely.

————

"What’s happening... above..."

On the fifty-third floor, a woman with a tall, supermodel-like figure, wearing a Global Occult Coalition uniform, looked up at the continuously shaking ceiling of the building.

Instead of eyes, her eye sockets held two pieces of magnificent and dreamy brilliant nebulae, matching the long, colorful hair flowing gracefully down her back,

making her resemble a goddess walking out of the Star Sea, sacred and noble.

Beside her, the other woman had a much more unadorned appearance, dressed in a dark assault jacket, ponytailed, with a vertical scar over her right eye, exuding a sense of determination and bravery.

The two were ranked thirtieth and twenty-fifth in combat prowess, both members of the Global Occult Coalition, Nebula, and Arlina.

"I don’t know."

Arlina shook her head, her face expressionless, casually picking up four belts from the ground.

The two had just defeated a team of four European Heavy Industry Group faction players, causing them to surrender and withdraw from the match as defeat was imminent, including one who was considered a part of the Seven Martial Seas.

The traces of their battle plowed through the ground and walls, making it impossible to discern the area’s original state.

Arlina picked up the belts, patted the dust off them, glanced at the diamond-shaped crystals within the belt devices, and muttered to herself, "It’s been three hours now, four belts in total, adding up to 84 hours of crystal powder...

enough for a while."

She turned to look at Nebula, speaking calmly, "Let’s go, find the others."

Nebula looked down at her companion, a slight smile playing at her lips as she teased, "When you say others, you mean your students, right?

Hmm?

Especially him."

"No."

Arlina replied coldly, yet the skin at her ear roots inexplicably turned a bit red, "I care about all my students."

"I haven’t even mentioned who yet."

Nebula chuckled loudly, patting Arlina’s shoulder heartily, casually saying, "Relax, there are no detectors filming you now.

Honestly, you’re not getting any younger, time to think about your lifelong matters.

Ju Tianfu, that young guy, is quite nice, reliable, stable, and good-looking.

His future looks promising.

We’re all people living on the edge of a knife, no need to care about the age gap or cultural differences in the mortal realm, if you like each other, just be together,

don’t always feel inferior or push away, otherwise, when those young girls in your group take the lead, you’ll end up lonely, no one even to sweep your grave after you die."

"Are you done yet."

Arlina pushed Nebula away angrily, just about to leave quickly when she noticed a splash of color in a pit caused by the battle.

"Hmm?"

Nebula, who walked over, also noticed the color, frowned slightly, and raised her hands towards the pit.

Her Telekinetic Power easily moved the mechanical debris aside, dug through the soil, revealing the source of the color.

"Is that..."

Taking a deep breath, Nebula used her nimble Telekinetic Power, as delicate and refined as human hands, to pull a black backpack, along with the one item inside it, out of the soil.

It was a comic book with a corner peeking out... a colorful cover.

The two had seen this backpack before, it hung on the back of a European Heavy Industry Group player.

Some items from the Lost World can be placed in the backpack slots, but there are other things, such as a functioning identity verification particle emitter, that cannot be placed in any space storage equipment.

When players surrender and exit the match, the items they carry that cannot be placed in any space storage equipment will remain on site.

This means that the backpack and comic book were obtained in this world by that European Heavy Industry Group player.

"..."

Nebula and Arlina exchanged a glance, not rushing to examine the backpack or comic book, but using Telekinetic Power to slowly unzip the backpack and take out the comic book.

The comic book’s cover was brightly colorful, its newness clashing with the surrounding desolate and dilapidated space, the entire comic book wasn’t thick, each page made of relatively hard colored paper.

The title of the comic book, written in exotic characters understandable to the two, was "When the Stars Return,"

next to the title, there was a number ②.