Chapter 1203: The True Killer Part Two
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Chapter 1203 The True Killer Part Two
Michael remained calm amidst the tense atmosphere, observing as a brash dwarf from one of the groups stepped forward and boldly touched the glistening tree. The other adventurers watched in apprehensive silence, each one speculating on the possible outcome.
"What do you think is gonna happen? Another trap?" whispered one of the adventurers nervously.
"Maybe it's a portal or something," another adventurer suggested, his eyes fixed on the dwarf's hand against the tree.
To their collective surprise, nothing happened. The tree remained still, its golden glow unchanged, and the dwarf looked back at the group with a confused shrug.
"Well, that's a bit anticlimactic," Gaya remarked dryly, her voice tinged with both relief and disappointment.
Michael, who had been closely observing the scene, slowly stepped back to stand beside Gaya. The tension in the air was palpable as the adventurers began to relax, some even chuckling at their unfounded fears.
Suddenly, the brief moment of relief was shattered. A black shuriken whizzed through the air, narrowly missing Michael and Gaya, and struck an elf standing in front of them. The razor-sharp weapon sliced through the elf's throat, spraying blood that spattered across Gaya's face.
"Fuck!" Gaya cursed, wiping the blood off her face in disgust.
Panic ensued as the adventurers immediately tensed up. Weapons were drawn in an instant, and shouts filled the air.
"Attack! We're under attack!"
"Who threw that? Show yourself!"
"Protect the tree! It might be the key out of here!"
The forest air was soon filled with the whistling sound of more shurikens, thrown from what seemed to be every direction. The deadly projectiles sliced through the air, creating a sense of chaos and fear among the adventurers.
Frustrated and alert, Gaya quickly drew her bow, readying her arrows. She scanned the surrounding trees and bushes, trying to locate the source of the shurikens, but the attacker remained hidden, their precise and deadly strikes coming seemingly out of nowhere.
Observing the unfolding horror, Jin decided to change his strategy. "I'm not going to create more bodies for that old witch," he muttered to himself, ceasing his shuriken assault. He retreated further into the shadows, watching Michael and Gaya with the keen focus of a hawk from a distance.
Amidst the chaos, Gaya voiced her thoughts while expertly firing her bow. "This... I don't think this is Jin's doing. He's an assassin, not a fucking necromancer."
While engaged in a fierce battle with the undead, Michael responded without losing focus. His movements were a blend of agility and precision, each swing of his sword an acrobatic feat, severing undead heads with lethal grace. "Remember the bodies we found? There were two killers. One of them has been shadowing us."
Gaya, momentarily distracted by his revelation, growled in frustration. "You knew someone was following us?" she asked, her tone a mix of irritation and disbelief.
"Of course, I knew," he chuckled amidst a fluid motion of slicing through another undead. The undead horde relentlessly continued its gruesome onslaught, each fallen adventurer rising again as part of the growing army of the undead. The once-living now turned against their former allies, swelling the ranks of the horde with every kill. The forest floor was soon littered with the bodies of adventurers, only for them to rise moments later with glowing green eyes, joining the horrific fray.
Amidst the chaos, Gaya, her bowstring taut with another arrow, called out to Michael, "What are you waiting for?"
Michael, while methodically dispatching the undead with precise cuts of his sword, replied. "Let's wait for the creator of these bodies to make her appearance." His voice was calm, betraying no hint of the tension that gripped the forest.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 8000 Badass points] [Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 10,000 Badass points] [Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 7000 Badass points] ...
As Michael fought, his system notifications kept ringing with the accumulation of more badass points and experience points. Despite the rewards, his focus remained on the battle at hand. He moved through the horde with a dancer's grace, his dark sword an extension of his will, severing heads of the undead with an efficiency that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring.
His prowess was evident even without tapping into his godly powers or casting spells. His movements were fluid and precise, each stroke of his blade executed with lethal accuracy.
For her part, Gaya continued to unleash her fury with her bow, each arrow finding its mark with deadly precision. "I'm going to kill the son of a bitch who's still creating these undead." Gaya roared.
However, Michael remained calm and looked at the glowing tree. "Why don't you reveal yourself, Shar?"
The remaining adventurers, struggling to survive against the relentless undead, paused at Michael's words. "Shar?" they echoed in unison, their voices a mix of shock and confusion. The name resonated with a sense of dread among them.
The air grew heavy with anticipation as a menacing dark chuckle echoed through the forest. All eyes turned towards the tree, which began to undergo a startling transformation. The glowing bark writhed and shifted, reshaping into the form of the old woman, Shar, her presence as ominous as the laughter that had preceded her appearance.
Shar, draped in dark robes, stood where the tree once was with a malevolent grin. Her appearance sent a wave of realization and fear through the adventurers. The transformation from the tree to her true form was a display of dark, powerful magic that left no doubt about her capabilities.
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Chapter 1203 The True Killer Part Two
Michael remained calm amidst the tense atmosphere, observing as a brash dwarf from one of the groups stepped forward and boldly touched the glistening tree. The other adventurers watched in apprehensive silence, each one speculating on the possible outcome.
"What do you think is gonna happen? Another trap?" whispered one of the adventurers nervously.
"Maybe it's a portal or something," another adventurer suggested, his eyes fixed on the dwarf's hand against the tree.
To their collective surprise, nothing happened. The tree remained still, its golden glow unchanged, and the dwarf looked back at the group with a confused shrug.
"Well, that's a bit anticlimactic," Gaya remarked dryly, her voice tinged with both relief and disappointment.
Michael, who had been closely observing the scene, slowly stepped back to stand beside Gaya. The tension in the air was palpable as the adventurers began to relax, some even chuckling at their unfounded fears.
Suddenly, the brief moment of relief was shattered. A black shuriken whizzed through the air, narrowly missing Michael and Gaya, and struck an elf standing in front of them. The razor-sharp weapon sliced through the elf's throat, spraying blood that spattered across Gaya's face.
"Fuck!" Gaya cursed, wiping the blood off her face in disgust.
Panic ensued as the adventurers immediately tensed up. Weapons were drawn in an instant, and shouts filled the air.
"Attack! We're under attack!"
"Who threw that? Show yourself!"
"Protect the tree! It might be the key out of here!"
The forest air was soon filled with the whistling sound of more shurikens, thrown from what seemed to be every direction. The deadly projectiles sliced through the air, creating a sense of chaos and fear among the adventurers.
Frustrated and alert, Gaya quickly drew her bow, readying her arrows. She scanned the surrounding trees and bushes, trying to locate the source of the shurikens, but the attacker remained hidden, their precise and deadly strikes coming seemingly out of nowhere.
Observing the unfolding horror, Jin decided to change his strategy. "I'm not going to create more bodies for that old witch," he muttered to himself, ceasing his shuriken assault. He retreated further into the shadows, watching Michael and Gaya with the keen focus of a hawk from a distance.
Amidst the chaos, Gaya voiced her thoughts while expertly firing her bow. "This... I don't think this is Jin's doing. He's an assassin, not a fucking necromancer."
While engaged in a fierce battle with the undead, Michael responded without losing focus. His movements were a blend of agility and precision, each swing of his sword an acrobatic feat, severing undead heads with lethal grace. "Remember the bodies we found? There were two killers. One of them has been shadowing us."
Gaya, momentarily distracted by his revelation, growled in frustration. "You knew someone was following us?" she asked, her tone a mix of irritation and disbelief.
"Of course, I knew," he chuckled amidst a fluid motion of slicing through another undead. The undead horde relentlessly continued its gruesome onslaught, each fallen adventurer rising again as part of the growing army of the undead. The once-living now turned against their former allies, swelling the ranks of the horde with every kill. The forest floor was soon littered with the bodies of adventurers, only for them to rise moments later with glowing green eyes, joining the horrific fray.
Amidst the chaos, Gaya, her bowstring taut with another arrow, called out to Michael, "What are you waiting for?"
Michael, while methodically dispatching the undead with precise cuts of his sword, replied. "Let's wait for the creator of these bodies to make her appearance." His voice was calm, betraying no hint of the tension that gripped the forest.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 8000 Badass points] [Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 10,000 Badass points] [Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 7000 Badass points] ...
As Michael fought, his system notifications kept ringing with the accumulation of more badass points and experience points. Despite the rewards, his focus remained on the battle at hand. He moved through the horde with a dancer's grace, his dark sword an extension of his will, severing heads of the undead with an efficiency that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring.
His prowess was evident even without tapping into his godly powers or casting spells. His movements were fluid and precise, each stroke of his blade executed with lethal accuracy.
For her part, Gaya continued to unleash her fury with her bow, each arrow finding its mark with deadly precision. "I'm going to kill the son of a bitch who's still creating these undead." Gaya roared.
However, Michael remained calm and looked at the glowing tree. "Why don't you reveal yourself, Shar?"
The remaining adventurers, struggling to survive against the relentless undead, paused at Michael's words. "Shar?" they echoed in unison, their voices a mix of shock and confusion. The name resonated with a sense of dread among them.
The air grew heavy with anticipation as a menacing dark chuckle echoed through the forest. All eyes turned towards the tree, which began to undergo a startling transformation. The glowing bark writhed and shifted, reshaping into the form of the old woman, Shar, her presence as ominous as the laughter that had preceded her appearance.
Shar, draped in dark robes, stood where the tree once was with a malevolent grin. Her appearance sent a wave of realization and fear through the adventurers. The transformation from the tree to her true form was a display of dark, powerful magic that left no doubt about her capabilities.
Chapter 1203 The True Killer Part Two Michael remained calm amidst the tense atmosphere, observing as a brash dwarf from one of the groups stepped forward and boldly touched the glistening tree. The other adventurers watched in apprehensive silence, each one speculating on the possible outcome. "What do you think is gonna happen? Another trap?" whispered one of the adventurers nervously. "Maybe it's a portal or something," another adventurer suggested, his eyes fixed on the dwarf's hand against the tree. To their collective surprise, nothing happened. The tree remained still, its golden glow unchanged, and the dwarf looked back at the group with a confused shrug. "Well, that's a bit anticlimactic," Gaya remarked dryly, her voice tinged with both relief and disappointment. Michael, who had been closely observing the scene, slowly stepped back to stand beside Gaya. The tension in the air was palpable as the adventurers began to relax, some even chuckling at their unfounded fears. Suddenly, the brief moment of relief was shattered. A black shuriken whizzed through the air, narrowly missing Michael and Gaya, and struck an elf standing in front of them. The razor-sharp weapon sliced through the elf's throat, spraying blood that spattered across Gaya's face. "Fuck!" Gaya cursed, wiping the blood off her face in disgust. Panic ensued as the adventurers immediately tensed up. Weapons were drawn in an instant, and shouts filled the air. "Attack! We're under attack!" "Who threw that? Show yourself!" "Protect the tree! It might be the key out of here!" The forest air was soon filled with the whistling sound of more shurikens, thrown from what seemed to be every direction. The deadly projectiles sliced through the air, creating a sense of chaos and fear among the adventurers. Frustrated and alert, Gaya quickly drew her bow, readying her arrows. She scanned the surrounding trees and bushes, trying to locate the source of the shurikens, but the attacker remained hidden, their precise and deadly strikes coming seemingly out of nowhere. Observing the unfolding horror, Jin decided to change his strategy. "I'm not going to create more bodies for that old witch," he muttered to himself, ceasing his shuriken assault. He retreated further into the shadows, watching Michael and Gaya with the keen focus of a hawk from a distance. Amidst the chaos, Gaya voiced her thoughts while expertly firing her bow. "This... I don't think this is Jin's doing. He's an assassin, not a fucking necromancer." While engaged in a fierce battle with the undead, Michael responded without losing focus. His movements were a blend of agility and precision, each swing of his sword an acrobatic feat, severing undead heads with lethal grace. "Remember the bodies we found? There were two killers. One of them has been shadowing us." Gaya, momentarily distracted by his revelation, growled in frustration. "You knew someone was following us?" she asked, her tone a mix of irritation and disbelief. "Of course, I knew," he chuckled amidst a fluid motion of slicing through another undead. The undead horde relentlessly continued its gruesome onslaught, each fallen adventurer rising again as part of the growing army of the undead. The once-living now turned against their former allies, swelling the ranks of the horde with every kill. The forest floor was soon littered with the bodies of adventurers, only for them to rise moments later with glowing green eyes, joining the horrific fray. Amidst the chaos, Gaya, her bowstring taut with another arrow, called out to Michael, "What are you waiting for?" Michael, while methodically dispatching the undead with precise cuts of his sword, replied. "Let's wait for the creator of these bodies to make her appearance." His voice was calm, betraying no hint of the tension that gripped the forest. Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 8000 Badass points Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 10,000 Badass points Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 7000 Badass points ... As Michael fought, his system notifications kept ringing with the accumulation of more badass points and experience points. Despite the rewards, his focus remained on the battle at hand. He moved through the horde with a dancer's grace, his dark sword an extension of his will, severing heads of the undead with an efficiency that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. His prowess was evident even without tapping into his godly powers or casting spells. His movements were fluid and precise, each stroke of his blade executed with lethal accuracy. For her part, Gaya continued to unleash her fury with her bow, each arrow finding its mark with deadly precision. "I'm going to kill the son of a bitch who's still creating these undead." Gaya roared. However, Michael remained calm and looked at the glowing tree. "Why don't you reveal yourself, Shar?" The remaining adventurers, struggling to survive against the relentless undead, paused at Michael's words. "Shar?" they echoed in unison, their voices a mix of shock and confusion. The name resonated with a sense of dread among them. The air grew heavy with anticipation as a menacing dark chuckle echoed through the forest. All eyes turned towards the tree, which began to undergo a startling transformation. The glowing bark writhed and shifted, reshaping into the form of the old woman, Shar, her presence as ominous as the laughter that had preceded her appearance. Shar, draped in dark robes, stood where the tree once was with a malevolent grin. Her appearance sent a wave of realization and fear through the adventurers. The transformation from the tree to her true form was a display of dark, powerful magic that left no doubt about her capabilities.
