Chapter 368: The Friendliness of the Undead
There are street lights in the low-rent blocks on the northern section of Central Avenue, but most residents still rely on oil lamps... After all, electricity meters and electric lights need to be installed in homes, and the electricity bills are very expensive (currently, the electricity for Duta City is still provided by Prince of the Rhine's private power plant).
Fortunately, most people used oil lamps, and the street lamps could only illuminate a limited area. The noise caused by the distorted "Johnson" on the street spread far away, but not many people could see the specific situation clearly.
While Agent Stanford, who had never seen such a scene, was stunned, the captain of the Night Watch, who had handled various large-scale scenes, was the first to react. He roared with a roar that was more piercing than the roar of the monster: "Night Watch is investigating a case! Everyone close the doors and windows! Do not go out or peek! Otherwise, you will bear the consequences!!"
The "night watchman investigating cases" in this alien world, like the gunshots on the streets of America , is a powerful weapon for clearing the scene; countless people who heard the noise and were about to open the windows to watch the excitement drew their curtains, and those who were about to go out to check quickly retreated back into the house.
Captain Mays shouted several times, and seeing that Agent Stanford was still leaning against the window, he quickly reached out and pushed him inside...
When he could no longer see the horrible monster, Agent Stanford suddenly came to his senses with a startle and woke up, with cold sweat instantly soaking the back of his clothes.
"Stay calm, agent. Just stand there and don't move." Captain Mace stood in front of the window and forbade Stanford to get close. "This is not something that ordinary people can intervene in. Let the undead deal with it."
"What...is that thing?" Agent Stanford staggered and fell on the edge of the bed.
"The evil god's followers." Captain Mace stared at the monster downstairs that was being besieged by the undead, his brows knitted tightly, beads of sweat silently sliding down his temples, "It's still a nearly complete evil god's followers! These damn fanatics have actually restored the evil book of the 'Eternal Sleeper' to this extent!"
"Cult?!" Agent Stanford's face turned pale instantly.
The evil god is a fallen ancient god.
In the wars between gods that take place once every thousand or several thousand years, the gods who were defeated and exiled to the void gradually lost their divinity during their long wanderings in the void, and gradually degenerated into powerful beings with twisted and crazy wills. They are also called... the ancient gods, the Old Ones.
The fallen ancient gods will still instinctively project power into the material plane, instinctively call upon their old believers who once believed in them, and instinctively anchor their messengers and clergy through various means... but having lost their divinity and reason, they will often only unconsciously erode the will of those they anchor, driving the tiny creatures that respond to them or actively call upon them into madness.
The evil god's followers refer to the extremely unstable "god's followers" instilled into humans by the out-of-control evil god. They are born as the evil god's messengers, or are assimilated with believers.
This so-called "God's favor" can not only grant extraordinary powers to human believers, but there is even a chance that they can be reborn as a living being. Its overbearing nature can be imagined - the tentacles of the ancient god that Yang Qiu absorbed at the beginning can, to some extent, be regarded as a kind of "God's favor"; it's just that it is more overbearing and unreasonable than the "God's favor" obtained by ordinary cultists through cult sacrifices.
Cult scriptures, which correspond to the prayer doctrines of orthodox religions, are a relatively safe means of worshipping evil gods and obtaining their favor.
It’s just… because the ancient gods who have lost their divinity and sanity have difficulty transmitting information correctly to their believers, most of the evil gods and cult scriptures have flaws of one kind or another.
If one fails to properly offer sacrifices to the righteous gods and obtain their favor, the worst that can happen is that the righteous gods will not respond. If one changes the target to the evil gods, the risks are completely different...
To this end, the believers of the evil god often have to pay an extremely tragic price, with countless people dying one after another, and using countless lives to gradually repair the cult.
Over the past hundred years, the cultists have "taken root" in the city of Dutata, frantically carrying out various sacrifices, but have never been able to cause much impact. This is because the cult of the "Eternal Sleeper" is seriously incomplete - the wrong sacrificial method can hardly play the due effect, and the women who are deceived into being sacrifices cannot successfully give birth to the evil god's followers. The evil god's followers who descend on the male sacrifices in a parasitic way have never been able to successfully stay in the material plane for a long time.
It was not until now, when Captain Mace saw with his own eyes the deformed monster of the cultist "Johnson", that he realized with horror that they had underestimated the perseverance and determination of the "Eternal Sleeper" believers - the monster had not lost the siege of dozens of undead, and although its huge body was not stable, it showed no signs of collapse!
The only thing to be thankful for is that Captain Mace is certain that this follower of the Eternal Sleeper is not complete... Its overly large size and clumsy attack method do not seem to be at the level that a follower of a god should be at.
"We must not let the evil code of the Eternal Sleeper spread. This time we must kill all of these cultists!"
Captain Mace turned abruptly, rushed out of the room, and knocked on the door of Mrs. Cooper's house next door: "Madam, where is the other person in the Johnson family?"
Mrs. Cooper seemed frightened, and after a moment she responded, "I don't know, sir, a little while ago... I seemed to hear Mrs. Johnson go out, about half an hour ago."
Captain Mays's face changed drastically.
Downstairs on the street, the undead who were besieging "Johnson" had no idea what this monster, transformed from a living person, meant.
Of course, even if players knew the identity of this monster as a follower of the evil god, they would not mind... No matter how powerful its background is or how deformed its appearance is, it is ultimately just a BOSS with a health bar!
For players who dare to show their health bar and cut the gods in front of you, there is no need to be afraid of followers or not!
After a chaotic fight, more than a dozen people were killed by the monster's deformed tentacles that flew like seaweed. However, the remaining players remained fearless and tried every means to launch a fierce attack on the giant beast that occupied half of the street from all angles.
While hacking, these players also kept posting messages in their chat boxes: "Call people quickly, call all the friends and relatives who are online!"
"Everyone online in the Blood Alliance, come to the central avenue of Dutata City. There is a big boss!"
"Has Vanilla arrived? Hurry up and bring the whole group over! Hurry up, we're going to be wiped out!"
Thousands of miles away in Exile Town, Qin Guan, who was running towards the teleportation point, was also very anxious: "Here they come, the big group is coming soon! Be steady and don't get killed. Hold the BOSS's aggro and don't get out of the battle. If you get out of the battle and the monster is gone, it will be a big loss!"
"Got it!" At the scene, I found that many players in the group had indeed died, and hurriedly shouted, "Rangers, go to the rooftop and try to delay as much as possible. The big group will be here soon!"
"receive!"
The ranger players including Jialuo quickly left the battle group and climbed to the edge of the roof of the street-facing building to observe.
"Keep up the attack frequency, don't let the monster escape from the battle!"
He shouted again, "Give me medicine!", activated the Wind Control Technique, rushed forward and stabbed him twice before quickly running away...
Miaobishenghua, who was hiding behind a street lamp, waved her staff to bless the retreating players with the blessing of darkness. She didn't even look up, and definitely didn't look at the ugly monster that physically disgusted her...
At the East Street Night Watch headquarters, the night watchmen who were preparing for their daily patrol saw the emergency assembly fireworks that their captain had launched into the air, and they hurriedly formed a team and headed for the fireworks launch site.
When passing by the City Hall, more than 20 night watchmen were shocked to see... hundreds of undead rushed out of the City Hall like a whirlwind and ran in front of them.
The Night's Watch looked at each other in bewilderment, and followed the undead for a few steps before they were completely left behind by those guys whose speed was as fast as that of the Lizardmen.
When the night watchmen ran to the place where the captain had sent out the fireworks to call the troops, they were even more shocked to find that the road surface of the northern section of Central Avenue was already full of undead.
There was no need to wonder why the undead suddenly appeared in large numbers. The night watchmen who arrived at the scene were stunned to see the huge monster being besieged by a group of undead...
"The evil god's followers?!"
Captain Mace, who had already come down from upstairs, saw his subordinates who had finally arrived at the scene, and strode over, bypassing the encirclement of the undead.
"Captain, where is this...?"
"No time to explain!" Captain Mace waved his hand and said anxiously, "Hurry up and help the undead to get rid of this evil god's follower, and then search for the escaped cultist!"
The night watchmen responded in unison, bravely following their captain and charging forward...
Then he was stopped by the undead.
A bunch of undead that were originally facing them, noticed that they were trying to rush in, and immediately turned around and blocked them all without mercy. Some of the undead even pointed their weapons at them.
In the pile of undead, Qin Guan was shouting with all his might: "Don't let the NPC come over! Don't let the NPC touch the BOSS! If the NPC touches the BOSS, it will drop and it will be gone--!!"
Old players who have personally experienced being dropped by pretty boys and black vampires are also cursing: "What the hell? They even sent a bunch of NPCs to steal monsters. Do you think we're not busy enough?"
"No friendly forces! No friendly forces!"
The night watchmen certainly could not hear the undead's dancing and shouting, and the only agent who could act as a translator, Agent Stanford, was just an ordinary person who had no resistance to the evil god's followers and had to hide in a building...so the two sides confronted each other.
It was quite terrifying to be surrounded by dozens of huge skeletons with an average height of 1.85 meters and fully armed. The night watchmen who wanted to help had cold sweat sliding down their foreheads.
"Captain, these undead seem... not to want us to pass?" A younger night watchman whispered.
Captain Mace seemed to have misunderstood something after being stunned. He looked back with a touched look on his face and said, "They don't seem to want us to take risks... Ms. Gold Coin, I never dreamed that these undead would be so friendly to humans."
A group of night watchmen: "..."
There seemed to be nothing wrong with what the captain said, but the night watchmen always felt that something was not right...
While a group of night watchmen were full of questions, the players, who had been hacked to death by the evil god's followers by dozens of people, finally found a way to solve the problem.
The young night watchman was just about to whisper to the captain that he felt these undead spirits did not have good intentions towards them, but before he could utter a word, he was horrified to see groups of undead spirits climbing up the outer walls of the buildings along the street and jumping down onto the huge, bloated bodies of the evil god's followers.
It was like a gigantic, slug-like monster with many twisted and deformed limbs. You could vaguely see the huge head with humanoid features, and a huge mouth full of sharp teeth opened on the top, swallowing several undead into white light; but at the same time, more undead jumped onto its back, and the weapons in their hands flashed with various skills, slashing at its back, which had fewer deformed limbs and was difficult to defend completely.
The swollen, leathery skin was cut through, and a thick, black liquid that was so polluting that a single drop could poison a person's soul gushed out, dousing the faces of the undead that had climbed onto the monster's back.
This last resort of defense... is meaningless!
The players who control the undead bodies are just soul projections projected onto the matrix imprint. It is impossible for them to cause any harm to the players whose souls are still on the distant earth!
Players who had moved bricks, squatted in spider nests, and rolled in poisonous fog swamps all day long didn't care about this kind of dirty water attack at all, and instead chopped harder...
The giant slug monster, which was as big as a heavy truck, had its slightly raised back chopped down by dozens of undead in the blink of an eye...
At the same time, on the river beach outside the city wall, north of the port area.
Mrs. Johnson, who stumbled and struggled to run out of the city, uttered a heart-wrenching scream and fell to the ground with her hands covering her head.
The thin woman rolled around like a madman on the riverbank covered with rocks, thorns, bushes and reeds, uttering continuous howls of pain, like the cries of a dying wild beast.
Amid the howling that was not like a human voice, strange flesh buds as thick as fingers, soft and swollen, bulged from Mrs. Johnson's forehead, temples, and jaw, pushing the skin on her face outwards little by little.
“Ah—! Aa ...
The creepy screams could be heard from far away and lasted for nearly a minute before gradually dying down.
After several minutes, Mrs. Johnson, who had many abrasions all over her body, stopped rolling and curled up in the grass that was crushed by her, gasping violently.
"This... piece of trash!"
Mrs. Johnson rose trembling, her face filled with horror and anger.
The "Seed of God's Blessing" in her body was almost out of control. There was only one possibility... Something happened to the man who shared the same "Seed of God's Blessing" with her.
"Damn Tarantan Undead, damn Gold Coin Church!"
Mrs. Johnson stumbled on, cursing and swearing.
Fearing the amazing efficiency of the Tarantan Undead, she discussed with the man and decided to transfer the "sacrifice" as soon as possible.
She never expected that as soon as she came out, something went wrong with the man.
Now that her identity has been exposed, the woman can no longer return to the city. She must leave as soon as possible.
Before leaving, she has to take away the "God's favor" in the body of the "sacrifice" - the "God's favor" obtained from the sacrifice can be used to repair the cult, or to replenish the more powerful and complete "God's favor seed" she possesses, and it must not be wasted in any case.
The woman who was staggering forward didn't know that there were two obstacles waiting for her about a kilometer ahead...
"Damn, I'm off the hook again! Why is my luck so bad today?"
"Who told you to yell 'Air Force, Air Force' as soon as you got here? Your bad mouth has ruined my brother!"
"Damn, can you blame me for this?!"
In the slowly flowing river, two undead ghosts were sitting back to back on the door panel, swinging their poles and bickering, having a lot of fun.
"Eh? Got it, got it, got it!" Salted Fish Party A's eyes suddenly lit up, and he gripped the fishing rod tightly with both claws and pulled it carefully, "Fuck, it's heavy! It's a big one!"
"Holy crap? Is this true?!" Salted Fish Party B looked over with jealousy.
"What the hell is this? Look, my pole is bent! It's really heavy, come and help me!" Salted Fish Party A shouted.
Salted Fish Party B quickly put down his fishing rod and ran to his friend to help.
The two fishermen made a fuss for a long time, and finally pulled the "catch" out of the water...
Then, the two lazy players screamed at the same time...
What was caught was a monster that looked like a human yet not a human, with its torso and limbs stuck together, and at first glance it looked like a giant slug.
"What the hell did you catch?!" The salted fisherman B, who was holding the net bag, roared and trembled.
"How the hell do I know what the hell I caught?!" Party A, who was holding on to the fishing rod, gave up on himself.
