Chapter 317 – The Force of the Evil God (1/2)

The atmosphere amongst the guilds, who were already wary of each other, grew even more sensitive at this abrupt event.

The wrist guard went to FlyingEagle, while the cloak became the possession of a small guild.

There was no information or stats to be seen on them. After the projections faded, the two pieces of equipment had shaken off their originally bizarre black appearance and landed in the hands of the two guild masters.

The wrist guard clasped FlyingEagle’s left wrist, right after which a radiant halo enveloped his whole body. The cloak attached itself to the small guild’s guild master’s back. Drifting blood fluttered without wind, looking indescribably spooky.

“If I can gather the entire set…” All eyes glowed red with malicious intent as they looked at the two lucky guild masters.

“Wrong choice, we definitely made the wrong choice,” HeadofGod lamented nonstop. The Evil God’s equipment set was absolutely worth more than the killing fee.

“There is still more equipment. Everyone should hurry!” FlyingEagle suddenly shouted and led this team to continue fighting.

There was mayhem as all the groups rushed towards the Brave Warriors in a mess. They had reached a tacit consensus to leave the equipment that already had owners for later and first get the ownerless ones.

With the additional strength of the Evil God’s equipment, FlyingEagle went on a roll. He only needed to claw out with his left arm to smash the gray protective screen of a Brave Warrior, which greatly lowered the threat as it made the enemy much easier to kill.

On another side, the guild master of the small guild was also standing out. A flutter of the cloak poured out a sea of blood that negated the attacks from one of the Brave Warriors and reduced the damage taken at least by half.

On seeing this, the eyes of the other players became bloodshot. They disregarded their lives to throw attacks at the Brave Warriors, resulting in a herd of Brave Warriors chasing after their butts.

Once there were more people, the number of Brave Warriors seemed lacking, not to mention that the majority of them wouldn’t initiate attacks. After many killings between the players and the warriors, the Evil God’s leg guards, armor, helmet, and others dropped one by one. Only one of the boots and one of the wrist bands were still missing.

“Whoever wants to sell their equipment, I’ll offer a very high price for it!” someone shouted.

Every Brave Warrior who initiated attacks would drop an odd, unstorable object without information. When the objects belonging to the same equipment met, they’d merge with each other until they formed a completed piece of equipment.

All of the guilds present were alert and on guard against each other, but at the same time, they kept an eye open for a chance to attack the others. The situation grew quite bizarre.

“Guys, please give this one some face. I’ll buy them at a high price.” A guild master who Fatty didn’t recognize stood up and said.

“Humph! Even the worst one of the Evil God’s equipment should be Celestial-tier. Can you afford it? Who the hell would be willing to sell at 10 million gold coins?”

“10 million gold coins?! Stop embarrassing yourself if you don’t have the money, alright? 15 million gold coins apiece! Whoever wants to sell can come to me, cash on delivery!”

“20 million gold coins each!”

“21 million gold coins!”

The guild masters began to name their prices in a hubbub, hoping to buy the items from the others.

A Celestial item, even a low-rank one, would be worth at least millions of gold coins. Not to mention that these items were once worn by the Evil God; they were certainly Divine-tier. Spending tens or even hundreds of millions of gold coins to buy them would surely be worth it.

“25 million gold coins for this cloak. Who wants it?” It was the guild master of the small guild who got the cloak in the beginning.

“Me!”

Several voices rang out at once. The small guild’s guild master glanced around before leading his subordinates to one of the speakers.

The chosen one didn’t have many survivors in their team, but they were quite lucky to acquire one of the equipments, the Evil God’s helmet.

“Brother, money on delivery.” The small guild’s guild master took off the cloak, handing it over to the chosen one.

“Very good, very straightforward! What’s your account number, I’ll… Motherfcker, you despicable bstard!”

Just as the buyer touched the cloak, the ‘seller’ flipped his hand and a cold light shot straight at his throat. The buyer rapidly retreated, but he had been too close to the small guild’s guild master to dodge in time.

Pfff! The dagger pierced his throat and viciously moved sideways, slicing it in half.

The buyer pointed his finger at the attacker, his mouth slightly opened as if wanting to say something, but before he could do it he fell with a thud and turned into a white light that soared away.