ryethenovel Chapter 296 The Cruel Truth of Atlantis
Chapter 296 The Cruel Truth of Atlantis
The deep sea, Atlantis, the trench mine.
The pungent smell of blood and sulfur, mixed with a strange aura of crystalline energy, permeated the dimly lit mine.
With a single sword strike, Jian Wuchen slew the B-class deep-sea centipede, which was comparable to a heavy truck.
That seemingly casual yet domineering sword strike completely stunned everyone present.
Whether it was Olaf, who was already in despair, or Imhotep and his group, who were originally preparing to kill and rob, they were like ducks with their necks choked, staring blankly at the young Chinese man who was slowly sheathing his sword, unable to say a word.
"Gurgle..."
Beside Imhotep, the ghostly Middle Eastern female assassin couldn't help but swallow hard.
She was also an expert with sharp blades, boasting that her speed and skill had reached a state of perfection, but she couldn't even see the trajectory of that sword strike just now.
She only saw a light.
A beam of light, both incredibly fast and incredibly pure.
Then, the B-rank monster that had given their entire squad a run for their money was silently and effortlessly split in two.
The cut is as smooth as a mirror.
What terrifying swordsmanship! Who is this person?
"Who...who are you?" Imhotep's voice was a little hoarse, and for the first time, his face, which was usually hidden in the shadows, revealed an expression called "fear".
He could sense that this young Chinese man in front of him was from a completely different dimension than them.
If they are players struggling to survive in this "bloody game," then this man is the GM who can modify game data at will!
Jian Wuchen ignored his question.
He walked to the corpse of the deep-sea centipede, and with a gentle flick of his sword sheath, a fist-sized crystal core emitting a ghostly blue light flew out of the monster's brain, which he caught steadily in his hand.
This is the energy core of a B-level creature, which is worth at least 5,000 merit points in the Sky Dome Martial Alliance system.
After putting away the core, Jian Wuchen turned around. He first glanced at Olaf, the Norse berserker lying on the ground, barely alive.
Olaf was staring at him with wide eyes, his gaze filled with shock and gratitude.
With a flick of his finger, Jian Wuchen sent a faintly fragrant pill flying in an arc into Olaf's mouth.
"Eat it."
His voice remained cold and devoid of any emotion.
Olaf instinctively swallowed the pill. The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, transforming into a warm torrent that flowed throughout his entire body.
His deep, bone-revealing wounds began to heal at a visible speed, and his lost strength and vitality were rapidly returning.
In just over ten seconds, he felt like he could kill a bull with one punch!
"This...this is...a miracle drug?" Olaf struggled to sit up from the ground, staring at his hands in disbelief.
He knew that this Chinese man in front of him had saved his life.
"Thank you... for saving my life!" Olaf said sincerely to Jian Wuchen.
Jian Wuchen simply nodded slightly.
Then, his gaze finally fell on Imhotep and his gang.
As his gaze swept over them, Imhotep and his group of five shivered in unison, feeling as if they were being stared at by an ancient beast, their hair standing on end.
"run!"
Imhotep had only one thought in his mind.
Without hesitation, he turned around and transformed into a black sandstorm, fleeing madly toward another exit of the mine.
His four teammates reacted quickly as well. The female assassin disappeared into the shadows, while the other two used their ultimate escape techniques to flee in different directions.
They were completely terrified.
However, Jian Wuchen simply stood quietly in place.
He didn't even chase after him.
He simply, slowly, once again, placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
"The gentleman said he didn't like it; he called them traitors, like hyenas."
His voice, faint and distant, echoed through the mine.
"Your merit points are mine too."
The moment the words fell.
He drew his sword.
This time, it wasn't a single sword strike.
Instead, four swords!
"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!"
Four dazzling sword lights, too fast to be seen with the naked eye, seemed to ignore the distance in space, and flashed away simultaneously in four different directions in the mine!
Imhotep and his three companions, who were fleeing frantically, suddenly froze.
next second.
The Egyptian priest, who had transformed into a sandstorm, didn't even have time to scream before the entire sandstorm was neatly sliced in two by an invisible sword aura. Then, it collapsed with a roar, revealing his face, which was filled with terror and resentment. A thin line of blood ran from his forehead all the way to his chin.
The female assassin, who had blended into the shadows, had just emerged from one shadow and was about to leap into another when her body froze in mid-air. A new line of blood, similar to the one on her neck, appeared.
The other two powerful individuals who used secret techniques to escape also met the same fate, their heads separated from their bodies on the way to their deaths.
In an instant, four individuals who were considered top experts in the Sky Dome Martial Alliance were all wiped out!
They didn't even know how they died.
In the mine, only the last member remained, the one Imhotep had used as cannon fodder to cover the retreat.
He was a tall, burly man who was staring blankly at the corpses of his four teammates, his legs trembling like a leaf.
He didn't run, because he knew that running was useless.
With a "plop".
He immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately to Jian Wuchen.
"Spare me! My lord, spare me! I... I was forced to do it! I didn't want to kill anyone! I..."
Jian Wuchen stared at him coldly.
"Keep your merit points."
"Then, get out."
After saying that, he turned around and ignored him.
The burly man felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He felt his merit points on his Sky Dome Martial Alliance bracelet instantly being wiped out, but he felt no heartache. Instead, he was filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster.
He scrambled and crawled out of the mine, not daring to linger for even a second longer.
Silence returned to the mine once again.
Only Jian Wuchen and Olaf, who was still in a state of great shock, remained.
Olaf stared blankly at the several gruesome corpses on the ground, then looked at the young Chinese man with his back to him, who seemed to have casually crushed a few ants.
He finally understood the rumor circulating within the Sky Dome Martial Alliance about Chinese cultivators.
"Never, ever provoke a Chinese man who carries a sword."
So it was true.
"Why...why did you save me?" Olaf couldn't help but ask.
Jian Wuchen did not turn back.
"The master's rules forbid infighting," his voice rang out. "They have broken the rules."
"Sir? Rules?" Olaf was taken aback. "You mean... the supreme being who founded this Sky Alliance?"
Jian Wuchen did not answer.
He simply looked up and glanced at the top of the mine shaft.
It was as if his gaze could penetrate the thick layers of rock and the endless deep sea to see the Tower of Babel, suspended above the clouds.
"I am merely an executor."
He muttered to himself.
Then, his figure vanished in a flash into the dark depths of the mine.
Olaf was left alone, sitting in the same spot, repeatedly pondering the phrase "executor," his eyes filled with awe and a hint of fanaticism.
He knew that behind this cruel, bloody game lay an order far larger and more rigid than he had imagined.
And today, he has the good fortune to glimpse just the tip of the iceberg of this order.