mynovelweb Chapter 424 - 102: Abyssal Apostle Among the Evil God Players (2)
Chapter 424 - 102: Abyssal Apostle Among the Evil God Players (2)
"How do you know so much?"
"From the looks of it, your rank in the Evil God Alliance must be pretty high, right?"
Wang Chao hastily waved his hands, his voice dripping with obsequious respect.
"Not at all, not at all!"
"Lord Tingfeng!"
"We have to stay in regular contact and cooperate with the Evil God Players from foreign territories... That means we need to gather intelligence on most other Evil God Players. It’s to prevent ’friendly fire’ at critical moments, which could lead to pointless conflict between us."
"Most importantly, we Evil God Players are all in the same boat. We’re treated as enemies by Lord Players all over the world and targeted by the Native Creatures of every Plane."
"That’s why there’s never been a case of us betraying each other before. Sharing information is a given!"
"My defection today... it’s mainly because I never expected you, Lord Tingfeng, to possess such Divine Power. You could see through my real-world identity, track my location, and even use a Divine Gift to seal my Resurrection, preventing me from reviving in the Lord’s Hall!"
"So I decisively chose to see the light and willingly become your eyes. From now on, I am at your complete disposal!"
Wang Chao was, at his core, a sophisticated egoist skilled in calculation. His assessment of any situation was exceptionally precise, and his intuition was astonishing.
He could tell at a glance that Qin Feng wasn’t one for pleasantries or false cordiality. Qin Feng preferred the truth and despised meaningless drivel and theatrics.
That was why Wang Chao didn’t bother hiding the real reason for his "betrayal." He didn’t spin any bullshit about being "captivated by Tingfeng’s charisma" or "wanting to renounce evil and turn to good."
Instead, he laid his cards on the table, admitting he was simply afraid of dying and didn’t want to end up completely annihilated by Tingfeng like Zhao Chuan had.
Upon hearing this, Qin Feng raised an eyebrow. His expression was neutral, his tone as flat as if he were stating a fact.
"Honest enough."
He glanced at Wang Chao’s tense profile and added a comment.
"Much easier on the eyes than those who hide behind high-minded excuses."
These words made Wang Chao instantly sigh in relief. He bowed even lower, the sycophantic look on his face growing even thicker.
"Of course, of course! When dealing with you, Lord Tingfeng, I have to speak from the heart!"
...
Afterward.
With Wang Chao’s guidance,
Qin Feng identified the locations of the nearest Evil God Player strongholds.
He decided to personally handle the Evil God Players Alliance known as the ’GOC Magic Squad,’ while his Holy Empire Envoys would form teams to deal with the rest.
The night was like spilled ink, shrouding the abandoned warehouse on the city’s outskirts in impenetrable darkness.
So as not to alert his quarry, Qin Feng deliberately drove an unremarkable black SUV. The tires crunched over the gravel road, the soft sound especially clear in the quiet night.
The headlights were off. Only the faint, cool glow of the dashboard illuminated his chiseled profile.
One hand rested on the steering wheel while the other toyed with a hunting knife handcrafted by Fenrir. His fingertips traced the special, uneven texture of the hilt, his gaze as calm as still water.
After some time, the SUV came to a stop in a patch of tall weeds behind a massive warehouse. Qin Feng pushed the door open and stepped out, his footfalls as light as a falling leaf.
Following Wang Chao’s instructions, he went around to the southeast corner of the warehouse. He pushed aside weeds that were half as tall as a man, revealing an unremarkable concrete slab.
The edge of the slab bore obvious pry marks. This was clearly the GOC Magic Squad’s secret entrance.
Qin Feng bent down and lifted the slab. A wave of damp, musty air, tinged with the faint scent of blood, washed over him. Below was a vertical iron ladder. Its rusty rungs gleamed dully in the dark, extending down into a seemingly bottomless basement.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Qin Feng gripped the rungs and began to climb down.
The ladder let out a groaning CREAK, but it didn’t slow his descent in the slightest.
The air grew colder and damper the further he descended. He could faintly hear voices from below, punctuated by the sharp clang of metal.
"Boss, even the Plane Alliance Army made up of foreigners couldn’t beat that Tingfeng kid. If we Evil God Players get involved, isn’t that just suicide?"
"I know... but that bastard Zhao Gang is insisting we capture Tingfeng alive. If we don’t go, he’ll definitely torture us with his fucked-up methods!"
"Hmph! That useless piece of shit Zhao Gang! If he’s got the balls, he should wait until Tingfeng reaches Tier Four and go after him himself! Who the hell does he think he is, sending grunts like us to our deaths every day?"
"Damn it! Boss! I say we just turn on Zhao Gang! We can go join one of the foreign Evil God Player organizations! Old Wang and Old Li have intel on some of the foreign Evil God Players Alliances! It’s not like we can’t find a new patron!"
"Hey! That makes sense! I think we could do it!"
"I think so too..."
Qin Feng paused on the last rung of the ladder, a faint golden energy already gathering at his fingertips.
The stone door to the basement was ajar, spilling dim, yellow light into the passage and casting the silhouettes of six figures onto the wall. They were the members of the GOC Magic Squad. A thick fluctuation of Dark Energy pulsed from each of their Evil God Player panels, yet their physical bodies showed no trace of anything unusual.
’Found them.’
With that, Qin Feng gently pushed the stone door open without a sound.
But the six men inside were instantly on alert. They all turned, and when they saw Qin Feng’s impassive face, their expressions shifted from confusion to shock.
"Who are you!?"
"How did you find this place!?"
The man in the lead, "Huangshi," the Alliance Leader of the Magic Squad, shot to his feet. The Ghost Head Pendant at his waist began to glow with a dark red light as black, evil energy started to emanate from his body.
Qin Feng didn’t answer. He simply raised his hand, the pale golden light in his palm growing brighter, and the corner of his mouth curled into a chilling smirk.
"Dead men don’t need to waste their breath."
As he spoke, Qin Feng drew the Beheading Sword from his waist in a reverse grip. The blade glinted with a cold, silvery-white light. The moment it was unsheathed, it generated a fierce pressure that made the basement lights flicker.
A pale golden Holy Light Halo instantly flared to life around him. He fully activated the Legendary Close Combat Skills of a "Sigmar Combat Priest," which he hadn’t used in a long time. His foot shattered the floor tiles as he moved, his body so fast it left only an afterimage, yet the arc of his sword was as precise as a measuring rod.
Against these Evil God Players, who were only Tier Three, Qin Feng’s movements were utterly decisive.
The sharp whistle of the Beheading Sword cutting through the air rang out again and again. Every slash aimed for a vital point. Wherever the silver light flashed, a head hit the floor. Blood splattered against the stone walls, creating winding trails.
In the span of a single breath, all six Evil God Players were instantly killed by headshots. Their bodies collapsed limply to the ground, not even having had time to activate their Defense Skills.
With that, Qin Feng sheathed his sword. The blood on the blade was instantly cleansed by Divine Energy, leaving it as if it had never been stained. His expression remained calm, as if he had merely crushed a few ants.
However,
in the instant Qin Feng sheathed his sword,
a dark figure materialized without warning from a shadowy corner, landing silently behind him.
There was no sound of footsteps, no fluctuation of energy. It was as if it had been part of the basement’s very Shadow all along.
"Heh heh."
The low, mocking chuckle was unnervingly clear in the silent room.
"Finally hooked you."
The shadowy figure slowly raised his head. The dim, yellow light outlined one side of his face, which was covered in dark markings. His eyes were filled with the cold certainty of victory.
"Tingfeng."
The name seemed to drift up from the Abyss, carrying with it a bone-chilling cold.
Qin Feng whipped his head around, his hawk-like gaze locking onto the bizarre shadowy figure that had appeared behind him. He focused on the string of text floating above the man’s head, a dense line of words that stretched out for more than half a meter.
[Name: Zhao Gang (Vice Alliance Leader of the RXSEND Players Alliance, an Evil God Player who has activated the Blessing of the Evil God but is concealed by a special power, an Abyssal Apostle infected by Abyssal Power)]
Hm!?
Abyssal... Apostle!?