Chapter 7 (1/2)

Translator: Exodus Tales

Editor: Exodus Tales

The difference between a Nephalem and a normal human was evident that instant. While Rumford needed several sword strikes to damage the undead, this Crusader girl’s meteor hammer finished the job in just one hit! Fang Zheng saw her wave her hammer in one stroke before blowing those undead away as if she was sweeping leaves! It couldn’t get any easier!

If Fang Zheng were to see this game-like scene earlier, he wouldn’t have taken the whole situation too seriously. However, he’d been through the experience of fighting these undead himself and he understood now just how insane the Nefalem were.

Even if Fang Zheng were to beat these undead down, it would be using the power of the Crusader’s Strike, but this Nefalem was purely using her own strength! One hammer’s swing and those unlucky undead lost their entire body from the force. The luckier ones were sent flying into the sky! Fang Zheng was quite stunned at the sight. He finally had a direct understanding of what the Nefalem’s strength was like.

Hold on… Why was he here watching the show? He had his own mission!

Seeing the Crusader send undead flying, Fang Zheng realized that he wasn’t here to watch someone kill a bunch of monsters!

Frostmourne still hungers!

With that, he charged with his weapon, not hesitating one bit.

Compared to the game’s mission in the actual game, the undead Fang Zheng and the group were facing were evidently much greater in number. Other than the first wave of undead that climbed out, there were a couple more waves that came, increasing in number to the point where even Fang Zheng and the Crusader girl couldn’t handle it anymore. The militia, on the other hand, was suffering heavy losses. Other than Rumford holding his ground in a struggle, the others were either dead or injured, and wouldn’t live long.

This didn’t make sense!

After slicing down another undead, Fang Zheng took a breath and looked up. Other than the torchlight coming from the gate of Tristram, their surroundings were encased in darkness. He could only hear the low growls of the undead, along with the periodic bursts of light.

“Hah… Hah… Damn… This is too much.”

Holding Frostmourne as he eyed the walking dead, Fang Zheng started panting. He himself didn’t even remember how many he’d killed. All he knew was that two more appeared whenever he cut one down, and four more to take the place of those two. It was endless.

Was this the true darkness of the world?

At that moment, Fang Zheng felt a sense of terror. While playing the game, all he felt was the irritation that came from grinding and grinding all those monsters, that it was a chore. Maybe once in a while, he’d comment on these inhabitants of the world being so gloomy and depressed all the time, but now he understood. Games weren’t reality.

The humans in this world of Diablo were on the brink of extinction and this was why.

“Haah!”

Seeing the undead that kept on coming, Fang Zheng gripped onto Frostmourne and struck with a battle cry. A burst of holy light and the undead split into two, plopping onto the ground. What Fang Zheng didn’t expect, though, was that its body’s torso would jump up with a jerk, crawling toward him!

“Shit!”

Seeing this, Fang Zheng jumped as well, pretty much using his base instincts to strike Frostmourne down again. The sharpness of the blade sliced through its body, followed by absorbing the mist of its soul that went into the blade. The undead, as if it’d lost its source of power, lay there, dead.

“235…”

The number on the system made Fang Zheng take a breath. This type of grinding wasn’t something he wanted, but in the end, it seemed that the mission for Frostmourne could be completed after all. The Diablo world lacked many things, but monsters wasn’t one of them. Plus, Fang Zheng believed that Frostmourne probably liked the evil spirits here.

An eerie crack of voice sounded from deep in the forests. It sounded like a girl’s crying mixed with the sound of some drunkard vomiting and after hearing this, Rumford and the Crusader girl’s faces changed.

Wretched Mother!

“I was wondering why these damned things never end!”

Fang Zheng had come to his senses as well. Wretched Mothers were transformed by the Wretched Queen, and the strongest ability of this monster was its ability to keep spawning undead. Fang Zheng didn’t quite understand how the mechanics of that worked, but he knew that these things vomitted to create undead and these undead were all crawling out from that murky puddle of vomit… Just thinking of it made his stomach churn.

“The Wretched Mother must be slain!”

“I know!”

Fang Zheng replied to Rumford instinctively as he walked into the deeper forest, Frostmourne in hand.

After all, the reason why Fang Zheng was so proactive wasn’t just because he wanted to take care of the threat. When Rumford finished his sentence, a system message appeared.

Setting mission: Guardian II

You sense the source of evil, and find its location. You must use your blade to end this by your own power. (Kill the Wretched Mother. World Points +1)

But Fang Zheng wasn’t the only one to go, the Crusader was right with him, shining in golden light as Fang Zheng watched from a distance, surprised she was just charging into the forest!

With another explosive burst, the radiant Crusader pierced the darkness like a comet, shattering everything from her pure force. What followed was a figure appearing in front of her and without hesitation, the Crusader raised her shield and slammed it onto its face.