I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 410 - 275, My Name, Spade Knight Qiaoke!

Chapter 410: Chapter 275, My Name, Spade Knight Qiaoke!

Amidst the gazes of numerous players and Shelter investigators,

the leader of the Circus, Jack, transformed into a “humanoid monster” with white pythons growing out of his back, totaling eight in number.

He wore a smile, holding that ever-present silver cane in his hand.

Six of the pythons wound themselves around the Circus executives, Floey, Noah, Golov, Barton, Morey, and Connie.

They did not resist, standing honestly in place, allowing the thick white pythons to tightly coil around their waists.

From a distance, centered around Mr. Jack, it seemed like a white chandelier, with its curving and twisting structure sprouting six unevenly sized “light bulbs.”

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As Jack stepped forward, the entire Circus seemed to be erased by an invisible eraser, vanishing from sight.

A murmur of surprise rose among the players, and the investigators’ eyes widened; only Ralph remained calm as he knew the Circus had left Amber City using unconventional means, heading towards an unknown destination.

“—Let’s go, let’s go, the show’s over.”

Seeing this, Dongyang spoke in the public chat channel.

“—I had already received a notification that Jack was going to take the Circus out of Amber City, but it doesn’t really matter; after all, we can enter the lakeside cabin through the token anytime… It doesn’t actually affect accepting quests or shopping.”

“—Ah! My Jack! Just like that, he’s gone… He didn’t even say goodbye to me personally, nor did he say where he was going. How will I find him in the future?! (crying emoji)”

Wei Yin started ranting in the channel.

“Pain! It’s too painful! How am I going to live without Jack!”

“??”

A series of question marks popped up in the channel.

It’s not that humans inherently parrot each other.

Instead, the players were trying to express their immense shock and struggle to understand.

Just then,

On the ruins of Jack’s estate, a golden beam of light suddenly descended from the sky, drawing the eyes of both players and Shelter Investigators.

A middle-aged man in a white robe with gold trim, wearing a white crown, slowly emerged from the golden beam.

This person wore the classic garb of a Sun Church Monk, but between his calm and serene appearance, he emitted an extremely terrifying and mysterious aura.

The players stopped chatting and instinctively turned their gaze toward this person.

As usual, they threw a Scout at the strange NPC, but could only see one name [Sun Church Archbishop – Terence], the rest were unknown with horizontal lines, and a terrifying black warning that read—”Certain Death”!

What shocked these players even more was that the man seemed aware of being scouted and turned his head to sweep a cold, indifferent gaze over them.

“Insects should hide in the dark, not gather unabashedly on the streets, using those disgusting eyes to pry at will.”

With a wave of his hand, a beam of golden light shot towards them.

The blinding brilliance came with a searing heat; in an instant, hundreds of golden spears, formed from the light, sprang from the ground in a fan shape, creating a “forest of spears”.

Slurp slurp…!!

Dongyang, Chenxi, Polaris, and nearly a hundred other players were all impaled in this attack, none spared.

They felt the terrifying heat on the spears piercing their bodies; the searing waves of heat were almost suffocating, and they could distinctly feel their organs rapidly incinerating.

“Ah…!”

“Ah ah!!”

Even with their pain perception dialed to the lowest, the realistic sensation of despair and the torture-like burning caused the players to scream in fear.

One by one, like prisoners nailed to a burning stake, they were incinerated by the golden brilliance into white light.

Before dying, they could even see the semi-transparent, sharp spearheads, the gruesome bleeding slots, the exquisite patterns, and the handle filled with strange inscriptions.

All the players were annihilated!

When Dongyang and his group resurrected, they still appeared at Jack’s estate.

This was their Resurrection Point.

Fortunately, the residential area in the backyard was some distance from that terrifying man, and there was no vicious cycle of “resurrection to instant death.”

But everyone was silent for a few seconds, somewhat traumatized by what had just happened.

“—Was that the Sun Church’s BOSS just now?!”

“—Why did he suddenly come to Jack’s estate? Could there be some other bizarre plot going on…!”

“—Damn, don’t talk about it; I’ve died twice in a row, all the Experience Points I painstakingly accumulated are completely gone!”

The players vigorously discussed.

A moment later, leaders like Dongyang decided to stay a bit longer to observe.

But they had to hide further away.

When they found a new hiding spot and looked back in shock at the scene in the estate,

they saw the White-robed Archbishop fiercely fighting with a Black Knight.

Boom!!

“Bales… I admire your courage.”

Terence, holding a long sword composed of golden light, continuously clashed with the Black Knight.

Clang clang clang…!

“You don’t hide somewhere to live in obscurity but instead choose to ambush me here… truly overestimating your capacities.”

His tone was indifferent, as if Bales was not even worth his consideration.

The cold wolf helmet concealed Bales’s facial expressions, completely obscuring his current mood. But the frantic action of the Black Knight’s swinging sword clearly reflected his turmoil.

“Terence! You are merely an Incarnation now, do you really think I have no way to deal with you?”

Bales’s deep voice came from beneath the wolf helmet.

“The rite of ascension is a Heavenly Moat that stops countless Transcendents on their path to godhood. Even though you are only one step away from ascending to the higher Sequences, you can never perceive the power of this level… how magnificent it is.”

Terence spoke calmly, parrying Bales’s black sword and then thrusting directly towards his left chest.

Such a terrifying Sword of Golden Light, not even the exceptionally sturdy Armor of the Black Knight could stop it.

It would surely pierce through the heart!

Bales felt a shock in his heart.

At this critical moment, he made a swift decision, slightly shifted his body, and at the same time, his dark sword swung downward toward Terence’s head.

He intended to sacrifice an arm in exchange for decapitating Terence.

But when Bales’s dark sword slashed through Terence’s head, it was as though it struck air, passing through without resistance—Terence’s expressionless face remained unchanged from start to finish.

However, Bales distinctly felt a sharp pain emanating from his left chest.

“Light is omnipresent; wherever the eye can see, there is also the boundless reflection of light.”

Terence’s voice came from behind Bales.

He stood quietly behind Bales, his lightsaber piercing through him from behind, protruding from the chest. Flames licked, his black armor heated red-hot, the wound charred, blood evaporating.

The “Terence” in front of Bales slowly twisted and dissipated; it was merely a shadow that had deceived his vision. The real Terence, unknown when, had arrived behind him and had delivered a fatal blow.

“Hehe…”

Bales chuckled lowly.

“Light, what a laughable lie.”

Ignoring his impaled body, he thrust his sword backward with his other hand.

Whoosh!

But the result was the same as before; the dark sword passed through Terence’s body without striking anything solid.

The next second, a dazzling light appeared before Bales.

The lightsaber that had pierced him was unexpectedly withdrawn and reappeared in front of him, thrusting straight toward him!

Clang!

With his rich combat experience and powerful physique, Bales managed to block the lightsaber with his sword, acting later but arriving first.

But the next second, his left arm was severed completely, sent flying high.

The pupils of Bales’s eyes, hidden under his wolf helmet, constricted.

He had clearly blocked Terence’s attack, yet his left arm was severed by the opponent’s sword. He had not noticed the entire process, nor did he know how the opponent had done it.

Mysterious, unknown, powerful…

This was the first time Bales had confronted Terence since he had become a saint. The opponent was no longer the former leader of the Lamp Protector Squad but one of the Twelve Bishops of the Solar Monastery!

Another “Terence” stood to Bales’s left, the area around his lightsaber warping and fluctuating, the high temperature vaporizing the blood, making a sizzling sound.

“Light is the bird of the gods, the ultimate speed of the world, unmatched by any, incomparable to anything.”

Terence said lightly.

“Give up, Bales.”

“NIGHTFALL!”

Bales did not surrender; he roared and raised his dark sword.

A domain of utter darkness suddenly descended, instantly engulfing both of them.

The hemisphere cloaked in night lasted for less than several tens of seconds.

A ray of sunlight drilled out from the “black sphere,” followed by the second, then the third… like the dawn light at daybreak, gradually tearing through the night, enlightening the entire dim world.

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Boom!

Bales, dragging his tattered black armor, was thrown out violently, smashing into the ground and creating a huge crater.

His body was covered with burns and sword marks, he clutched the dark sword with his one arm, and struggling, he stood up to face the slowly approaching man in a white robe.

“Bales, you and I are no longer the same. Only through transformation can one become a Mythical… Even the mightiest transcendent human cannot compare to a mythical creature.”

Terence looked down indifferently at the Dark Knight, his dazzling Sword of Golden Light slightly raised, pointing directly at Bales’s throat.

“After your death, your and Youlan’s belongings will be kept by the Sun Church…”

“You are the one who will die, Terence.”

Bales said coldly.

“Hmm?”

Terence suddenly frowned.

Whoo!

A broad gigantic sword enveloped in purplish-red flames suddenly attacked from behind his head.

The air screamed with the breath of destruction, arriving in the blink of an eye.

Utterly abrupt.

As if it appeared out of nowhere.

Clang!

Terence turned and blocked with his sword, emitting a piercing loud noise!

His body uncontrollably slid back several tens of meters, dragging out a lengthy trench, then staring at the sudden appearance of the enemy.

It was a bizarre figure encased in armor.

His deep, dark armor was covered with rust spots and menacing snake decorations—coiled, erected, meandering with bared fangs, or coldly watching.

The helmet was as exquisite as a piece of art, a black cross slit carved into the symmetrically bulging faceplate, with two interlocking strange snakes at the top, forming a hook shape.

Behind him fluttered a crimson cape, like a flag, like a red carpet, rustling in the wind.

But Terence saw clearly, the cape was not a real object, but a vision formed by a kind of decaying blood essence, burning and rising.

The person slightly stooped, dragging a man-high giant sword, blazing with incessantly burning purplish-red flames.

“Who are you?”

Terence squinted his eyes and asked calmly.

The armored figure dragging the giant sword slowly approached him, his hoarse and deep voice said:

“My name is Spade Knight Qiaoke…”