Chapter 135 – Celestial Tier Boss (2/2)

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Notes: Undead Marshal Lei Ting’s mount accompanied its master in death on the battlefield. Yet, the stallion’s soul refused to perish, and the beast transformed into a Hellfire Stallion. Even now, the horse remains a faithful servant of Lei Ting.

“Neiiiigh!” The Hellfire Stallion let out a long whinny upon emerging. The beast stretched its neck and affectionately nuzzled Undead Marshal Lei Ting’s body, like a kitten acting cute with its master. Lei Ting extended his hand to caress the Hellfire Stallion’s neck. Master and pet leaned close to each other, appearing to have forgotten about the two players’ existences.

“Big Brother Fatty, what now?” Seeing another monster, a mid-ranked yao Hellfire Stallion, Purple Bell grew even more anxious. Despite her powerful ability, she was only a 16-year-old girl underneath it all. She truly had no idea what to do when faced with such a situation.

“There’s no other way. We’ll have to gamble,” Fatty muttered.

“Gamble? Gamble what?” asked Purple Bell, confused.

“Remember how I got the City Construction Token?” He replied with a question.

“You mean Stealing?” Purple Bell instantly understood. “But, the success rate of Steal is too low. It’d be even harder to Steal the Guild Establishment Token.”

“That’s why it’s a gamble.” Fatty’s expression was dead serious. “I’ve just pk’ed TenStepOneKill, so my name is still red. I’ll definitely drop a lot of stuff when I die. When the time comes, help me pick it all up. There’s an especially important skill book that you must ensure I get.”

“Big Brother Fatty, that’s too dangerous! Maybe we could retreat and wait for the sixth floor entrance to connect. Then the six guilds can cooperate to kill it,” Purple Bell suggested and tugged at Fatty’s hand.

“Heheh! What’s there to be afraid of?” Fatty consoled Purple Bell. “It’s only dropping a level, not dying for real. No worries!”

“Then, you must be careful!” declared Purple Bell emphatically before she released his hand.

Undead Marshal Lei Ting had been mumbling something as he caressed the Hellfire Stallion. Suddenly, he flung himself onto the horse. “Neiiiiighh!” The beast let out another long whinny and burst into a racing gallop around the seventh-floor hall. Rider and mount plainly ignored Fatty and Purple Bell.

Ting! The sound of incoming message rang out. Purple Bell’s expression changed upon hearing the message. She hurriedly informed her companion, “Big Brother Fatty, my brother sent me a message. The system posted a notification about us waking the Undead Marshal!”

“What?” Fatty was shocked. “It actually, really deducted 5000 reputation from us?! Damn it! Do they think Reputation points are so ubiquitous they’re just found laying around?!”

“What should we do now? Jiangdong’s LittleOverlord and the rest are interrogating my big brother. They might contact you soon.”

No sooner had Purple Bell finished speaking, Fatty received a message via his communicator from Fierce Dragon TheTalent. “Brother Grubber, you’re not playing fair,” Fierce Dragon TheTalent chided in a low tone, as if repressing his rage.

“How is this ‘not playing fair’? You guys come for the boss with my information, but that prohibits me from fighting it?” Fatty retorted.

Fierce Dragon TheTalent choked at the man’s reply. Calming slightly, the guild master said, “We still helped you with your mission—”

“I also gave you guys the location of the Guild Establishment Token!” Fatty sharply cut him off. “You guys can’t descend, so I’m not allowed to either?”

Fierce Dragon TheTalent suddenly laughed. “Alright, you win. Then, let’s decide how we’ll distribute the Guild Establishment Token if it drops.”

“Same old rule: If it really drops, I’ll hold an auction. Purple Bell and I each get half the money from the transaction.”

Hearing Fatty’s reply, Fierce Dragon TheTalent shrugged his shoulders and looked toward the rest.

Slouching nearby, TheFugitive turned away from flirting with the pretty girls of the Ice Rose Alliance to offer, “Rest assured, Fatty is a man of his word; I can vouch for him.” Then, he returned to his wooing. The guild masters nodded and decided to wait for news from Fatty.

“Boss, the people above have started to attack again. I also heard Purple Bell and Money Grubber joined hands to kill a PK player called TenStepOneKill, who had reached the seventh floor as well. He’s currently up above, convincing the guilds to disregard everything and come down to fight,” a player at Fierce Dragon TheTalent’s side whispered.

“Don’t worry about them. We only need to guard this entrance well.” Fierce Dragon TheTalent’s gaze swept over the other guild masters who had elected him to take charge. “As for the matter down below, we’ll leave it to Fatty,” the guild master instructed his informant.

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“What say you, guild masters? You must believe my words by now!” On the third floor, TenStepOneKill was wearing a cold smile as he looked at the gathering of guild masters.

“It’s a celestial boss; can we really descend and fight it?” a guild master asked with a hint of doubt.

“Even if we are incapable, we cannot let others fight it!” another guild master protested.

“That’s right! If we can’t take it, no one else can either!” the rest of the guild masters chimed in.

“Then, everyone will take turns to attack. Don’t stop! We’ll chase them out and open the sixth floor entrance ourselves!”

An urgent voice suddenly cried out, “Guild master, there are people trying to get in from outside! There are too many of them! Our brothers can no longer hold them back!”

“Stop them if it's the last thing you do! Send people from the other five guilds as well. We can’t handle this alone! Motherf*ckers! They want to take advantage of us? In their dreams!” Everyone quickly divided the tasks. The members from the five guilds tightly blocked the players from above while the remaining guilds began to attack the fourth floor in turns.

“Charge! Kill the celestial boss! Get the drops!” On the second floor of Mass Graves, more and more players furious shouted and continued stampeding downward.