I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 530 - 373: The Player’s Hunting Moment_2

Chapter 530: Chapter 373: The Player’s Hunting Moment_2

He took a deep breath and said in a grave voice,

“You all take inventory of your members and lead your teams out!”

“Yes, Lord Jack!”

The crowd answered crisply and efficiently.

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On a vast open field in the distance,

players were looking forward to the start of the upcoming event while boasting and shooting the breeze.

“I really didn’t expect it, these past few days’ tasks have earned me more than I’ve worked for in over a month… tsk tsk, I leveled up twice, can you freaking believe it?!”

A bald player was checking his ammo pack, talking to his friend beside him.

“Isn’t that the truth, this is a major task that branched off from the main storyline, following a large troupe to hunt in the Red Calamity Area, leveling up is hard to avoid… and the Mysterious Substance and equipment that drop, Jack’s men won’t embezzle, they distribute currency according to contribution after daily settlements, a buddy of mine has made a killing, even showing off his new personal terminal to me yesterday, all thanks to the rewards from this task.”

The bald player’s friend, also a young male, pinched a “face of an Ancient God” and exclaimed in amazement.

He handled a “Connie Mk II” Flintlock Rifle with ease, pulling the bolt, shaking the rifle, loading the bullet in one go.

Fondling the Black Crystal Bullet the size of his index finger as if admiring a piece of art.

“Speaking of which, Jack really is one of the rare ‘good guy’ NPCs. I’ve never seen any other force offer such benefits… All these equipment are standard issue from the Circus, normally, we could only look at screenshots of the big players bragging on the gaming forums, now I finally got my hands on them, damn satisfying! The weapons I used before were pure garbage!”

“Hehe, indeed! Remember the girl I took you to meet at the party last time? She and her besties joined the Silver Fox Guild, but only a branch, far over in Flower State, could only opt to follow the large troupe from the Shelter to join this ‘Bloody Campaign’… without any benefits whatsoever, the players are just pure cannon fodder, do you think every area is like Jack’s team?”

The bald player spoke with a happy and relieved tone.

At that moment,

the two noticed the team leader, an ordinary council member under Jack, returning from the front of the higher-rank teams and reaching their group.

“Squad number 78, assemble and prepare to head out!”

The team leader called out loudly.

“Yes!”

“Here we come!”

Members of the squad responded and ran over.

All around them, similar summoning calls from team leaders arose, and the players moved in a massive swarm, gathering in groups of nearly a hundred.

Then, under the command of their respective team leaders, they headed towards the entrance of Melting Mountain City.

Snowflakes drifted from the sky, nearly a hundred thousand players marched in an orderly chaos. They held their Flintlock Rifles, breathed out white puffs of air, their moods surging high.

They were eager for battle, eager to hunt!

A moment later,

when each group entered the city and spread throughout the ruined streets and silent alleys, and encountered Fallen Believers, the team leaders barked orders, commanding the players to attack.

Suddenly, gunfire erupted!

Bang bang bang…!!

“Kill!”

The bald player took aim and fired, joining dozens of comrades in focus firing at a swarm of Fallen Believers rushing towards them.

The bullet storm instantly shredded those maniacally devoted Believers!

Puff!

The few surviving Fallen Believers burst open, transforming into moving tentacle masses, but the red electric arcs released by the Black Crystal Bullets quickly withered these chunks of flesh.

Receiving a series of kill rewards, the players were overjoyed.

They reloaded their ammunition while exuberantly shouting.

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“Damn! That’s freakin’ awesome! I’m not going to work tomorrow!”

“I’m taking the day off to grind in the game! Who needs work when you’ve got missions this stress-relieving!”

“Got online classes tomorrow, guys, can’t talk now, gonna play sick.”

“Good! Sick together, sick together!”

In Melting Mountain City, the sound of gunfire was dense and unceasing, accompanied by the clinking of metal and the shouts and cries that lingered in the snow.

Some player groups were sniped by extraordinary priests, but thanks to the quick reactions of the team leaders, there were no significant casualties. Even luckier players witnessed the Circus executives in action.

The Red Clad Priests, who had transformed into over two-meter-tall little giants, were smashed by a “tsunami” that rose from the ground, interwoven by black vines.

The black-robed Nun, holding a Great Scythe as tall as a person, chopped through the air with ease, slicing the onrushing Fallen Believers in half at the waist with an arc of black light.

“Floey!”

“Jack’s Nun!!”

Amidst the frenzied shouts and gazes of the players, that beautiful blind Nun disappeared into the streets without looking back.

There were groups of players who suddenly received notifications of four or five buffs at once, like gods had possessed them, dealing terrifying damage to the Fallen Believers… All present saw a cute young man with a Beret Cap painting attentively on the high-rise building beside the streets, even amidst the snow.

He even glanced at the players on the street below and smiled shyly.

Here and there on the battlefield, the figures of Circus executives appeared…

Four to five-meter-tall muscle cows walked upright, swinging bone swords as pale as jade. A mad girl rode a monstrous cow, throwing dreadful bottles and filling the entire street with green poison gas.

Then there were those three men in black who flashed past the windows of buildings from time to time; between sudden gunfire, the Red Clad Priests, who were “elite enemies,” fell dead.

With the protection of such powerful NPC allies, the players hunted with madness.

Until a loud explosion!

In the depths of the distant buildings, that massive red structure slowly rose.

Players stopped their actions and looked over.

They saw a fortress embellished with red walls and full of flesh and bone spikes below, sprouting numerous “legs.” Those long legs, resembling conglomerates of flesh and a few meters in diameter, reaching tens to hundreds of meters high, wriggled densely, moving the fortress above them.

“It’s moving! The fortress is moving!”

“According to the leader’s instructions, we are going to charge at it next!”

“If we take down that fortress, we’ll have completed more than half of the mission!”

The players shouted in excitement, faces beaming with joy.

Seeing this, group leaders cried out sternly:

“The ‘Abomination Fortress’ has started moving, everyone charge!!”

“Charge!!”

“Damn it, let’s do this!”

The players, holding their Flintlock Rifles and trampling on the cold snowy ground, resolutely charged towards the bloodied and ferocious moving fortress.

Atop the fortress, the members of the Red Apple Church inside the city walls and at the windows, wore expressions so grim and heavy it was frightening.

“These damned Undead Foreigners! How could there be so many?!”

“The accursed heretics! The accursed Jack!”