I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 450 - 313: Have you heard of Clarence?

Chapter 450: Chapter 313: Have you heard of Clarence?

“Shut up!”

From beneath the knight’s visor, a deep voice emerged.

Chen Lun nonchalantly raised his greatsword and hacked down with force!

Purple-red flames intertwined with the silver gleam of the sword, cascading like a waterfall.

Clang!

Luo Noli managed to parry with his great axe just in time, averting the fate of the Sea Demon being cleaved in one strike.

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He was blown away by the impact, dragging the Sea Demon as he retreated rapidly.

“How is this possible?!”

Luo Noli couldn’t believe it.

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Hadn’t Sage Queller already destroyed the opponent’s mystical protective Mysterious Objects?

Why wasn’t he affected by the psychic attack?!

Chen Lun, holding his greatsword, saw the gargoyle’s expression of shock and could not help but find it amusing.

Without the protection of “Maggie’s Tear,” the Sea Demon’s scream indeed had an effect, causing his Sanity Value to plummet and even brought about a hint of a headache.

But with the blessings bestowed by the Witch under the crown and the Moon Goddess, his Mysterious Resistance was not low, and the Maggie Statue still held over twelve thousand points of Sanity Value. Such a psychic assault could not shake him in the slightest.

Chen Lun even felt that the scream was too quiet and lacked spirit.

Immediately afterward.

Without another word, he traced an eerie zigzag trajectory midair, darting in front of Luo Noli at a speed hard for the naked eye to follow. Raising the sword of burning death, he swung horizontally, enveloping both his opponent and the Sea Demon wax figure within the range of his attack.

Woo woo!

The shrieking assault came—

Luo Noli pushed the Sea Demon away with a backhand, and in his obsidian-like eyes flashed the scene from just moments before. He appeared directly behind Chen Lun.

Historical Retrospection!

Offense and defense switched in an instant. He viciously chopped his great axe toward the back of the Spade Knight’s neck, aiming to behead him!

But the next second, the crimson cloak, like a dragon whipping its tail, struck Luo Noli first, sending him flying once more.

Bang!!

The gargoyle spun uncontrollably in the air, its reinforced stony skin cratering into gravel-like depressions, corrupted by the high concentration of decaying blood energy!

“Damn it!”

Luo Noli didn’t hesitate to drain his Physical Strength, using Historical Retrospection once more to return to his previous position and state.

But then, he saw the Spade Knight with his back to him slowly turn around.

From the pitch-black cross-shaped slits on his visor, a low whisper like that of a Missionary emerged:

“Have you heard of the exploits of the Mythological God Clarence?”

“?!”

Luo Noli suddenly felt an intense sense of foreboding, but he didn’t retreat. Instead, he chose to exert all his strength, swinging his great axe once again.

“With all your tricky bluffing! Die!!”

[You have cast “Mental Sharing” on the captain of the Antiquarian Squad, Luo Noli!]

[The opponent’s Willpower is 34 points, less than your Willpower of 51 points, Willpower check successful, you chose Mental Transmission!]

Chen Lun ignored the incoming great axe, picturing in his mind the mythological fresco “Mr. Jing Yao and His Scorpio”. A mysterious smile formed under the rust-spotted helmet.

It was as if a child had pressed the launch button on a newly bought toy, feeling extremely delighted.

Boom!!

Luo Noli felt a massive wave of information burst into his mind.

It was as if an indescribable entity had torn through the doorway and invaded his home.

Amid the vivid blood of the Lake of Blood, towering on the cliffside, countless profound and arcane frescoes flashed by, accompanied by unnerving gibberish, and an extreme terror of contamination descended in an instant!

“Aaaaah!!”

Luo Noli’s great axe flew out of his grip, and he clutched his head, screaming hysterically.

The sound was unbearably tragic, as though he was enduring some unimaginable torture.

Everyone on the battlefield, especially the members of the Antiquarian Squad, changed their expressions drastically upon hearing their captain’s screams. They looked up to see the immense gargoyle plummeting from the sky like a massive rock, crashing into the center of the battlefield with a loud impact.

Boom!!

Within the large crater several meters across, Luo Noli had been forced back into his human form. He lay on the ground, writhing and clutching his head with a hideously contorted face. His bare upper body bulged with wriggling lumps of flesh as if something within him were on the verge of bursting forth!

“Captain!”

“Has Captain Luo Noli lost control?!”

“How is this possible!”

The Antiquarian Squad cried out in disbelief at the scene.

If the captain had been defeated, they might have understood, but to lose control… Unless a high-ranking being took action personally, it was absolutely impossible for a Sequence Five Transcendent to lose control!

What on earth had the Spade Knight Qiaoke done to their captain?!

Even the seventeen assassins of the Murder Club stopped their assault at this moment, tacitly retreating a distance, watching the knight hovering in the air intently.

They showed looks of astonishment and then exchanged glances.

“How did Mr. Qiaoke do it?! This is the captain of the Antiquarian Squad, a Sequence Five Transcendent! He has… lost control?!”

“I don’t know… But this is definitely no ordinary technique; it might involve the use of some powerful Mysterious Object with a serious price to pay.”

The assassins whispered to each other quietly, speculating in secret.

At the same time, they felt a stronger reverence for the Spade Knight.

“Truly worthy of being the club’s Golden Cup Assassin… Horrifyingly powerful.”

Someone murmured in awe.

With such a technique, who among the Transcendents below the high-ranking ones would dare to offend him lightly?

Loss of control is something even more dreadful than Death itself!

“Aaaaah!!”

Luo Noli seemed to have reached a limit, no longer able to bear the contamination.

“Retreat…”

With great difficulty, he uttered one last word before struggling to retrieve a dark blue potion and poured it fervently into his mouth.