Gamers of the Underworld

Chapter 195: I Feel You Are Timid

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Cruel Malevolence felt he hadn’t awakened from his sleep, so he was feeling emotional.

Not long before, he was still standing at the Teleport Portal Reception Hall, imagining himself as a Dungeon Lord and a transformed superior Devil with pus-filled blisters.

Soon, he was harassed incessantly by many Goblins, Gnomes, and Houndhead Men. They weren’t affected by the Murmurs of the Ancient Gods, and they spoke like nutcases.

When a thousand fully armed creatures who weren’t affected by the Ancient Gods appeared and were killed, the ego of Cruel Malevolence exploded.

He charged towards the location of the Winterfell Northern Gate with 2,000 of his troops. Then... then there were none.

In the camp, Cruel Malevolence scorned the green-skinned creatures and Houndhead Men who couldn’t even operate the Magic Cannons. He charged and annihilated all of them. He thought he had seen the last of them and would be spared from listening to their laughs and nonsense.

From the Airship, numerous green-skinned creatures who were half-naked smiled, grabbed their weapons, and attacked.

Were they reinforcements? Perhaps, but Cruel Malevolence would just kill them as usual.

The second wave came and was killed, the third wave, wiped out, the fourth wave, destroyed, the fifth wave...

Something wasn’t right! The Airship looked huge, but it was only reasonable for accommodating 3,000 to 4,000 creatures. How could it accommodate that many creatures? He had encountered at least 10,000 creatures!

Like torrential waves, the continuous streams of half-naked green-skinned creatures wore down the Ancient Gods believers. Cruel Malevolence noticed something wasn’t right. After slashing a “Waaaa—!” Goblin, Cruel Malevolence started to retreat while fending off his enemies. He intended to escape the battlefield.

The green-skinned creatures charged at him excitedly. They knew that the Werewolf in Superior Equipment was the commander.

Cruel Malevolence fled with his Werewolves, who had fast running speed. They escaped, leaving the Orcs behind to be engulfed by the endless stream of green-skinned creatures. He heard them shouting.

“Chase after them! The BOSS is escaping!”

“Don’t chase the BOSS! We can’t catch up with them! Kill the monsters! They have equipment!”

“Aim for the legs! What are the archers doing? Shoot at the legs!”

“D*mn! Which archer hit me? I’m shot!”

...

After that, Cruel Malevolence escaped and no longer heard any shouts. He returned to the Winterfell Teleport Portal Main Hall with the hundreds of panting Werewolves. Then he organized his defenses. Before the Winterfell Dungeon Core transformed, he had to guard the Teleport Portals, which were the only way for his troops to arrive.

However, the rate of replacement of his believers was inferior to those of the green-skinned creatures. He was no longer relaxed. He was sure that the creatures outside the Northern Gate were inexperienced, but they were fearless, in large numbers, and unaffected by the Murmurs of the Ancient Gods. If he wasn’t confident that they were non-believers, Cruel Malevolence would have believed he was fighting against the Ancient Gods army!

Cruel Malevolence didn’t expect that the streaming green-skinned creatures would charge at him when he had only just returned.

Cruel Malevolence grasped his weapon tightly. No matter what, he had to persist and defeat these terrible green-skinned creatures!

For the Ancient Gods!

...

When the gamers and the Ancient Gods believers were embroiled in combat, the veteran gamers had arrived at Winterfell Gangleader Kindergarten, according to the map. They looked for Yoda’s kids based on the family photo.

This wasn’t a difficult task.

Yoda’s kids had permed hair, large gold chains, and Dragon and Tiger tattoos, so they were extremely prominent.

The main point was that their hair styles were prominent.

The gamers found Yoda’s twenty kids and arranged for them to be carried back, receiving a card with 100,000 Magic Stones from Yoda’s wife.

The twenty small Gnomes had recovered quite a bit from the effects of the Ancient Gods.

The veteran gamers completed the series of missions easily and returned to the camp. That was when they saw the gamers pursuing Cruel Malevolence’s troops and salvaging equipment on the battlefield. From the forum, they got to know that there was another wave of attack from the monsters, one led by the most powerful Werewolf BOSS.

The BOSS was beaten back, and he retreated to the Teleport Portal Main Hall.

After the veteran gamers submitted the Magic Stone card to the Rune Mana Formation, they joined in the battle against the BOSS.

It was the same tactic as fighting Cramer, they would kill the minions before attacking Cruel Malevolence. Then the equipment on the BOSS would be auctioned. The large Trident that shot down the Airship was still stored in the warehouse. Simba accidentally divulged that the Trident would only be reforged once the large furnace was ready.

Incited by the prospect of obtaining Cruel Malevolence’s equipment, the gamers were in high morale. They launched another fierce attack at the Winterfell Teleport Portal Main Hall.

Sherlock walked into a dark room, his superior eyesight allowing him to see clearly.

A large Rune Mana Formation was placed in the middle of the room, and the walls were filled with symbols and imprints of strange Evil Gods.

“Seems like this is the original stronghold of the Ancient Gods believers.” Sherlock squatted down and examined the Rune Mana Formation carefully.

“These Runes look expensive. Tsk, tsk, I didn’t expect the Ancient Gods believers to be richer than us,” Bru said sarcastically.

“Because someone is sponsoring them,” Sherlock said as he stood up. He turned and looked behind him.

A figure with an Octopus face was behind Sherlock. That was Octopus Ball.

“Sherlock...” Octopus Ball looked at Sherlock and said maliciously, “Why didn’t you lie down over there like the other Dungeon Lords? Then I can torture you slowly.”

“So, it’s you?” Sherlock was shocked.

“Is that strange? Sherlock, if you kneel down and plead for mercy, I will ask the Ancient Gods for leniency. I guess a superior Devil won’t obtain leniency though. The Ancient Gods hated the new superior Devils like you. I will replace your position in the future. I’m the real superior Devil!”

Octopus Ball looked crazed, the tentacles on his chin waving menacingly.

“It’s pretty strange.” Sherlock pondered and said, “During our school days, I thought you were timid. I didn’t expect you to do such things. Honestly, I’m changing my opinion of you.”

A powerful Mana filled the entire room, followed by a loud booming sound. It felt like a strong wind had torn the room into shreds.

The original three-story house had become a pile of ruins.

Sherlock stood intact on the pile of ruins. In front of him was the transforming Octopus Ball.

“Die, Sherlock!”

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