Chapter 305: Escape (2/2)

Still, cultists were a special local product for this world, and what made them most revolting was that they had some bizarre sorcery that varied according to the evil god they worshiped. Some evil gods would even personally turn them into aberrant lifeforms early on, each of which would have the potential to turn the tables even against high-level Players.

“Die!” John roared and flung his dagger at Leah, but just as the Players were at their most alert, he turned and ran.

“Stop him, Mister Marni!” It was in that moment when a drawback of the Players’ rich experience in combat presented itself with the worst timing—their instincts kept their eyes glued to the dagger, and when they eventually decided that the trick wouldn’t do much harm, they already missed their chance to prevent John’s escape. And John was sticking to his plan from the start to run towards Marni, at the same time confounding a few of his cultist followers with his illusion spells to run with him towards the exit.

With humans being social creatures, the other cultists who were left aimless naturally stuck to their group.

As a cultist leader who bewitched minds, John naturally was aware of that. In fact, most evil god believers were weak enough in heart and mind than the average person and were more prone to trickery and getting swept along by groupthink.

That was why John only needed to use a bit of his strength to beguile the stronger cultists, and the others would stick to their usual habits of following them to pour towards the exit.

“Hah!”

Nonetheless, with a loud battle cry, Marni dispersed the crowd with a single punch, knocking the first few cultists to the floor and unconscious.

Even though Marni died all the time and appeared to be a weakling, that was relative to circumstances.

He was usually instakilled by inescapable calamities or extraordinarily powerful Boss monsters. Compared to those, the noob cultists whose level didn’t even reach two digits didn’t even make Marni feel any pressure-if he really died to them, he might really have to consider retiring.

And yet, the cultists’ leader had achieved what he wanted: While Marni was subjugating the other cultists, he had used his disguise ability once more to evade Marni.

“After him! Boris and the others are coming to take the small fry off our hands. We can’t let him get away!” Leah shouted.

At the same time, she had whipped out a weird spherical object, narrowing her eyes as she tracked John’s escape route and promptly threw the dye ball which was made with a Junglewalker’s Hundred Huntings skill, hitting the cultist leader on the head.

But even though he could hardly disguise himself after being marked, John was rapidly approaching the surface after escaping the three Players’ encircling.

And for a master of disguise like him, everything would be alright once he slipped into a crowd.

Those minions of some unknown church would never find him!

Still, he ended up running into Players who were coming towards him just as he left the aqueducts.

‘No way! It’s such a short time between now and the ritual ground being found… they shouldn’t have the time to call the others! How did they know I was running this way?!’

Poor John would never learn for the rest of his life that there was a little gimmick known as the Player forums that allowed real-time communication.

Even if it was flooded with headlines of ‘Pink Flatfish Defeats Edward’.