Chapter 139 – Escaping the Underground (1/2)

Mass Graves was a sea of blood.

Undead Marshal Lei Ting was majestic: Atop his Hellfire Stallion, dressed completely in gold armor and a mask to match, he led his boss-tier subordinates alongside countless underlings in a steady advance. Such an army terrified players out of their minds. In the short span of 30 minutes, over ten thousand players died. However, many didn’t die by monster, but from other players’ attacks.

“Move back! Move back! Quickly, move back!” a player yelled out in a muffled voice. Despite the weapon in his hand, he didn’t feel safe at all. Too many players had been smashed to pieces right in front of him by friendly fire. He couldn’t help succumbing to fear even though he knew it was all just a game.

“Such a horrific boss!” None of the guilds present dared to block Lei Ting’s way. Familiar with his attack that could insta-kill more than a thousand at once, everyone wisely chose to withdraw. Soon, the seventh-floor hall was devoid of people except for Fatty and Purple Bell.

“Ahh, so this is the strength of a celestial boss! Too fierce!” Purple Bell gushed.

“Luckily, he didn’t attack us.” Fatty patted his chest with relief.

“Big Brother Fatty, what happens next? Is Lei Ting really taking his underlings to attack Black Tortoise City?” asked Purple Bell.

“It’s possible,” Fatty thought for a bit, then nodded heavily. “I don’t know what the Phantasm Ghost King did to him, but Lei Ting is completely corrupted. I’m afraid his only purpose for existing now is to destroy Black Tortoise City.”

“Ah! Then, should we hurry back to help?” Purple Bell grew anxious.

Recalling Lin Xi’s nonchalant face, Fatty smiled, “No need to hurry.” With that brat’s power, he should be able to handle Lei Ting with a flip of his hand.

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Outside of Mass Graves, Drucker had positioned his troops well. They secured the entrance to Mass Graves tightly and leisurely waited for the monsters to come out.

Tap tap! The sound of chaotic footsteps echoed within, and some panicked players raced toward the entrance.

“Halt!” Several soldiers immediately blocked their path.

“What are you guys doing?! Hurry and let us out!” The players seemed terribly frightened. They shoved at the guards and tried to dash through.

Slightly furrowing his brows, Drucker commanded, “Clear a path, let them exit.”

The soldiers hastily stepped aside to make way. The players wasted no breath on words. Striving to be first for fear of being last, they fled as quickly as possible. Behind them, more and more players rushed from the entrance.

The path cleared by the soldiers wasn’t large enough for the flood of people, and some players even tried to attack the soldiers to make another opening. However, when more than a dozen bodies fell to the ground with a single command from Drucker, the players immediately gave up the idea. Thus, everyone cooperated and followed the original exit path. In only ten minutes or so, several tens of thousands of players escaped from Mass Graves and more were to follow. Yet, inside, still more died. In order to move faster, most guild masters urged their members to fight their way forward, so the players openly attacked each other. Ultimately, these battles slowed them down, and they were caught up and slain by the monsters.

Fatty and Purple Bell tailed the monsters out. Per Lei Ting’s order, the monstrous battalion stared straight ahead; so they didn’t notice the two players behind them, guaranteeing the duo’s temporary safety.

As wave after wave of players fell to the creatures’ claws, every path in the sixth, fifth, fourth and upper floors was covered in corpses – an indication of how many players dropped levels during this event.

Fortunately, Liu Lan and the rest finally arrived at the first floor. “Whew!” The ragged group heaved a sigh of relief as they reached the exit. During their escape, the six major guilds had worked in tight cooperation, allowing them to force a way out among the throngs of players.

“Quick, go! This Undead Marshal isn’t something we can deal with!” The guild masters declared and hastened to lead their subordinates outside.

According to unofficial statistics, the number of players dead in Mass Graves at this point reached a devastating fifty thousand. The moment this news spread, it overwhelmed the entire system and was labeled “the first ever massacre since Eternal’s launch.”

Undead Marshal Lei Ting sat steadily astride his horse. Black air clung tightly to him almost like fabric. His once golden armor was blackened as well. Beneath his mask, his facial expression couldn’t be seen.

Boom! The last player unable to escape was blown to pieces by the monsters. Finally, Undead Marshal Lei Ting led his army to the surface. He coaxed his steed forward carefully, and he mumbled to the sky in a faint voice, “The smell of sunshine.”

“Draw back! Defend!” As soon as Drucker sighted the monsters, he instructed his troop to pull back into a defensive formation.