Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 847 - 846: Hunting

"..."

The handsome man in the suit silently raised his head, staring intently at Dahan and calmly said, "I told you, it's not me."

A few ants of various shapes slowly crawled out from the sleeve of the Ant King's suit, lying obediently in his palm.

Dahan wanted to ask again, but was interrupted by Feather Snake beside him, "Alright, you and I both know, those creatures can't be related to the Ant King."

"Who knows..."

Dahan squinted, speaking gloomily, "Among the top fifty players, only a handful specialize in summoning,

perhaps he's been hiding his trump card all along, waiting for the current gate-capturing battle to officially reveal it, planning to pull off a sky-swapping act..."

"If those insects were under my control, do you think you'd still be standing here?"

The Ant King glanced at him indifferently and spoke calmly.

Dahan's expression slightly changed, he snorted coldly, and said nothing further.

The three of them had no intention of rescuing the player from the European Heavy Industry Group who sent a distress signal through the communicator,

although they belonged to the European Heavy Industry Group camp, the life of a "colleague" is nowhere near as precious as their own,

they had barely escaped from the pursuit of the insect nest, how could they possibly turn back.

After a brief moment of silence, the three regained some strength, then stood up and continued on their way.

The communication device provided by the European Heavy Industry Group had a communication range of three kilometers, the insect swarm was likely nearby.

In order to discover and avoid the insect units in advance,

Dahan and Feather Snake controlled drones to patrol the surroundings, while the Ant King released hundreds of flying termites the size of a palm, searching for the passageway to the next layer.

The three players crept forward, when suddenly, the Ant King's face changed drastically. The flying termites he released to scout the road ahead were vanishing at a rapid pace.

"I could smell the scent of ants on you from hundreds of meters away."

A deep male voice sounded from the corner ahead, approaching closer.

"Arakawa..."

Dahan squinted, looking at the moderately plain-looking middle-aged man who appeared ahead, gritting his teeth and spat out the newcomer's name between clenched jaws.

Ranked thirty-eighth, Datura Guild, [Arakawa].

"The state of you all doesn't seem very good."

Arakawa glanced indifferently at the somewhat battered Dahan and his companions, lifted a few bloodstained belts draped over his shoulder, "Why don't you three just hand over your belts to me now and drop out of the competition, how about it?

I could save the time and effort of fighting,

and you all wouldn't risk accidental death from blind blows."

"...Heh heh."

Dahan calculated the remaining spiritual power within him, feeling his heart sink, but his face still maintained a calm demeanor, speaking indifferently, "Facing one against three, I don't know where you get your confidence from, to say such things."

"How lively it is here."

A gentle voice came from the tunnel on the left, holding a sharp dagger, wearing a white blood-stained dress, Paranoia bounced closer with a tender smile on his face, "Ant King, is it,

I heard that your subordinate 13MARK and my brother the Black Holy Son died in the same script task.

Do you mind if I open up your head and take a peek at the information inside?"

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Lost World, 36th Floor.

A giant cleaning robot, the size of a millstone, swiftly swept through the air, with three figures atop it, being the witch who owned the cleaning robot along with Baraleika and the God of North Wind who were holding her captive.

The witch, piloting the cleaning robot, felt the rushing wind and couldn't help but roll her eyes, asking, "We've been wandering here for half an hour,

what exactly are you looking for?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't."

Baraleika took a puff of his cigarette, speaking indifferently, giving directions for the witch to pilot the cleaning robot through the complex terrain.

"Left, up, left, right... stop!"

Baraleika's voice suddenly turned cold, giving the witch a shock. She quickly maneuvered the cleaning robot to halt abruptly, slowly descending to the ground, "What happened?"

The witch was secretly gathering power, prepared to unleash forbidden spells and withdraw from the game if the other party made any abnormal movements.

Baraleika didn't offer any explanation, merely gesturing for the God of North Wind to continue guarding the witch, putting out his cigarette butt, shrugging off his coat and storing it in his inventory,

merging with the darkness, quietly feeling his way forward, sticking to the walls.

Ahead were the faint breaths of [Bai Yang] and [Torch], who also belonged to the Gru Super Psychology Department...

Shrill voices echoed from the front,

Baraleika held his breath, hiding behind a metal debris, peering forward.

A small fox, covered with dark golden fur and holding a slender sword like a knitting needle, stood squinting on the edge of a pit debris, using an otherworldly language to berate the monster beasts below.

Baraleika's pupils contracted, seeing the pit filled with charred burn marks, in some places flickering with orange-red self-sustaining scorching flames, burning unaffected by the wind.

The residual power of [Torch]...

Baraleika's mood sank deeper, especially after sensing the fox's unintentional, needle-like oppressive aura.

Even over a hundred meters away, there was still such a level of pressure...

Baraleika quietly took out a consumable Skill Scroll of [All Language Mastery], tore it apart, and understood the opposite's words.

"Facing such a level of enemy, you still need to use the only Token to summon me? Hmm?"

The fox yelled sternly, "Exactly who is the general, you or me?"

"Lord Qingqiu, I..."

A bipedal rhino-like creature clad in armor awkwardly bowed, just about to speak but was interrupted by the fox, "Forget it, hand those three humans over to me."

"Yes."

The rhino nodded swiftly, giving a signal to the frost wolf beside it, which dragged out three large bone cages from the ruins behind,

the surfaces of the cages had gaps, within each, a human figure bound hand and foot with golden ropes, unconscious, could be vaguely seen.

Baraleika focused his eyes, the ones sitting in the cages were not [Bai Yang] or [Torch], but players from other guilds.

What on earth is happening?

The little fox glanced at the three bone cages, indifferent, "How many Heaven-binding Ropes did Wei Mountain leave you?"

The rhino answered, "Two left."

"Alright, after using them, take the prisoners down to level 10 yourself."

The little fox said coldly, "I'll take these three away first.

Remember, if you encounter strong Otherworldly Players, kill them,

if they're weak, capture them alive."

"Yes!"

The rhino nodded vigorously,

The fox named Lord Qingqiu ignored the fearful subordinates, lightly tapping the ground with the sole of his foot, leaping up, and deftly threading a needle through the circular ring atop the three bone cages,

then a halo sparked around the fox's silhouette. The next moment, the fox and the bone cages vanished.

"..."

Standing upright, the rhino dared not breathe loudly on the spot. After a few seconds, confirming the little fox had indeed left, he let out a sigh and exchanged glances with his companion.

"Let's go."

The rhino sighed heavily, heading toward the left side of the tunnel, only to see a figure appear from behind a piece of metal debris ahead.

"Hello, there."

A tall woman in a burgundy suit with a large burn mark on the right side of her face emerged from the metal debris,

holding a Stechkin APS Automatic Pistol, barrel aimed at the Monster Beast, "May I ask, what were you discussing just now?"

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Run!

Run quickly!

In the Lost World's eleventh layer, Geleluo Star was sprinting rapidly through a complex environment.

He vaulted over jagged, towering piles of debris, ducked into narrow, dusty pipes, twisting and turning, darting from one narrow gap to the next across the eleventh layer.

Boom!

A constant sound of metal being crushed and torn apart came from behind,

The red-black giant snake, body as large as a train carriage, ignored all obstacles, advancing toward Geleluo Star with deceptively fast slithering.

The giant snake named [Evil Hornless Dragon] had an extraordinarily resilient body,

the buried Mech beast blades that could easily cut steel couldn't harm its scales at all, at most leaving a barely visible white mark.

Within seconds, it would revert back to its original state.

"Run, scream, then die."

The Evil Hornless Dragon leisurely pursued Geleluo Star, emitting piercing shrieks, while emitting flash from its pointed head, silently annihilating all obstacles in its path.

Whether it was the walls and pipes of the Lost World or the flood of Mech beasts rushing over upon sensing it, they were all disintegrated before the flash.

The Evil Hornless Dragon slithered forward unhurriedly, occasionally flicking its red forked tongue, capturing the scent of fear from the other's perspiration hanging in the air.

No matter how many times, the death fear of intelligent creatures, especially high-level intelligent creatures, still gave it a thrill of excitement and pleasure derived from its soul.

"..."

Geleluo Star made no response. Hearing the loud crawling sounds closing in from behind, he continued racing through the complex regions of the Lost World, his mind replaying scenes from earlier.

The dome of the tenth layer shattered, tons of rubble crashing down, along with the giant snake named [Evil Hornless Dragon] and its subordinates.

The four members of Gold Armor fought desperately, but the opponent's strength far exceeded their imagination.

The Black Trojan was whimsically pierced through its chest by the snake's tail, disappearing entirely, uncertain whether dead or retreated the moment before death, returning to the Mortal Realm.

Sunset Gold Smelter directly used the Perfect Level consumable equipment given by the superior of Whale Song to hold off the opponent for a while—nothing more.

Sure Win, wearing a pupal headgear, tried to use its concealment effect to ambush the Evil Hornless Dragon, but ended up detected by the opponent's instincts, and bitten.

Sure Win's entire body instantly swelled with venom, skin turning black and bloated, choosing to retire from the game before being poisoned to death.

Among the four members of Gold Armor, only Geleluo Star persisted.

Get out of here! Inform others of the Otherworldly Players' presence...

Geleluo Star nimbly crawled through a narrow slit, not far from the passage leading from the eleventh to the twelfth layer, able to endure a bit longer...

Running, he suddenly no longer heard the sound of the metal debris being crushed by the giant snake.

Geleluo Star dared not look back, pressing a foot onto the ground, floating up and leaping onto the inner wall of the tunnel hanging down from above.

Hanging inside the passage, his heartbeat pounding, almost exploding.

Didn't follow up, did it...

Geleluo Star pressed his heart, tried to calm his heartbeat,

trembling hands took out a communication device from his backpack slot—the other end connected to the miniature recorder he had attached to the eleventh layer wall.

He toggled back and forth on the communication device, quickly locating the channel of the miniature recorder, which emitted the voices of the Evil Hornless Dragon and another low, hoarse voice.

The Evil Hornless Dragon muttered, "Is the number near full?"

"Yes."

The other voice replied with respect, "Lord Qingqiu has brought back three more captives, making it a total of 40 people,

and he's traversing layers, receiving captives from other companions and taking them to lower layers.

The members of the Cult have also cracked the access control of the tenth layer, actively triggering the collapse of the Lost World."

The Evil Hornless Dragon snorted coldly, "After the collapse, directly bury the upper-layer Otherworldly Players, reducing the number to a scale that triggers the Door Contest, huh..."

"Lord?"

The other voice hesitated, "Should we go now, Lord Desolated Lion is summoning you..."

"Wait a moment, let me deal with the last one first..."

The Evil Hornless Dragon's voice deepened, and Geleluo Star felt a chill run over his scalp, the next second, a dazzling beam swept in.