Chapter 316 – Evil Costume Se (2/2)

“Highly, yeah.”

“Alright. When the time comes, we’ll take care of the others and clear out a way for Fatty,” HeadofGod immediately decided.

“Geez, can’t those guys hurry up? It’s New Year’s Eve…” Fatty’s bored group watched the other guilds and the Brave Warriors fight.

“I know, right? My wife is already fuming. After I log out, who knows how she’ll PK me. Ahhh, who can buff and heal this poor me then?” HeadofGod whined plaintively.

“Hahaha, luckily for us single men.” The rest gloated over the guy’s misfortune.

……

Time quietly passed as they chattered. Meanwhile, the Eagle Fortress and the other guilds had no choice but to retreat for a discussion after losing more than half of their players.

The guild master of Jiangnan Drizzle had also arrived with the survivors in the middle passage. After observing the other groups in battle, he raised his doubts, “From what I’ve seen from your fights, I think there are certain monsters that won’t fight.”

The other guilds who had only been concerned about pulling monsters didn’t think of this until now. Therefore, those words startled them.

“You go try,” FlyingEagle told a subordinate.

This player carefully walked to a kneeling Brave Warrior nearby. The latter didn’t react. Up until when the player stood right next to him, this Brave Warrior was still kneeling there without any movement.

“Awesome!” Everyone was overjoyed as this information could save them a lot of trouble.

The four original guilds plus Jiangnan Drizzle and the survivors split up into six teams standing in six different spots and started to attack the monsters. Everyone wanted to be the first to step onto the altar, thinking that the first one was the most likely to inherit the legacy.

The guild master of Jiangnan Drizzle, Jiangnan WindMemory, didn’t fight seriously. He snuck glances left and right as if looking for something.

“Guild Master, what are you looking for?” A pretty female player behind him was amused by his stealthy manner.

“Shhh.” Jiangnan WindMemory quickly shushed her and said via the party chat, “Did you guys see God Familia anywhere?”

“God Familia?” The members of Jiangnan Drizzle were stunned before it quickly changed into awkward looks. Right in front of their band of three guilds, God Familia had brazenly killed two of the three guild masters and vanished. They were sure God Familia wouldn’t leave just like that and would certainly come here to compete for the legacy.

“Mhm. We don’t see God Familia, and from the others’ attitude, they don’t seem to have seen God Familia coming here either. How strange.” Jiangnan WindMemory stroked his chin. The more he thought about it, the more it felt off.

A beep informed HeadofGod of an incoming message. He checked it and immediately smiled.

The message from Jiangnan WindMemory: ‘Bro, Boss, where are you? Don’t scare us ‘kay?’

“Tell him we're also setting our eyes on the Evil God’s legacy,” Fatty said casually.

I thought so. Those guys are hiding in the dark waiting to reap the harvest from the others, thought Jiangnan WindMemory upon reading the response. However, he wouldn’t be so nice to warn the other guilds. He only commanded his team to keep fighting the warriors in order to get as many of the mysterious items as possible.

As the clock ticked on, the players had killed quite a considerable amount of Brave Warriors. They would send people in to fish out those that actively stood up. While this method of luring was slow, it won in safety. But, the bets within Fatty’s group also became meaningless due to this.

During this time, two more guilds teleported in. Those who had died such as the Fierce Tiger Gang and the Sun Moon Cult were fast on their way back here too. When they arrived, it’d be another fierce scramble.

Fierce Dragon TheTalent And Wind God’s World were grumpy. Originally, their groups had been the earliest to enter the passage but fell behind due to taking many detours. They didn’t know were quite lucky to arrive at the altar space later though, otherwise, even more of their members would have died.

These two groups rushed in with a blazing will to fight. As a consequence, they provoked a bunch of Brave Warriors who chased them around like mad dogs chasing after pitiful bunnies, which had Fatty and friends rolling on the ground laughing. After going haywire for half an hour, they finally killed the Brave Warriors at the cost of ten players.

All of a sudden, the space suddenly shook with a rumble. In the direction of the Eagle Fortress guild, a gray light shot into the sky. In this faint gray light, a huge arm could be seen with an ancient-looking, bronze wrist guard engraved with strange patterns and sparkling mysteriously.

“The Evil God’s wrist guard?” Fatty voiced his thought.

At this moment, a hum sounded in another direction. A blood-red cloak hovered in the air. The red glow on the cloak dripped like a real substance, as if the cloak itself was bleeding.

“The Evil God’s cloak.”

Everyone instantly understood what this represented.

The Evil God’s equipment! The players were all boiling with excitement.

At the same time, all of the guild masters present directed burning gazes at the other guilds.

There was only one set of the Evil Costume, and only the winner was qualified for it.