I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 468 - 329: Circus Official Debut - Part 2

Chapter 468: Chapter 329: Circus Official Debut – Part 2

In the quarantine zone.

In a densely built-up area, a team of a dozen or so independent players was besieging two Fallen Believers. Their levels were around twenty, and they each wore a sturdy set of leather armor, wielding flintlock guns and fine steel longswords, and cooperating tacitly to unleash a crossfire of attacks.

Within moments, the players had chopped the two Fallen Believers into chunks.

“Phew… The monsters in the Red Calamity Area really are tough. It’s bad enough they have so much health, but their recovery power is extremely strong too. If we get hit by those flesh tentacles, we’d lose more than half our health.”

A male player wiped the sweat from his forehead and crouched down, leaning on his longsword, and sighed with exhaustion.

“Ha-ha, you said it… The Red Calamity Area is considered one of the most dangerous areas at this stage, only veteran players can go in there to hunt monsters. Although the Fallen Believers are powerful, there’s no problem for us targeting a few isolated ones for a siege like this.”

Another player leaned against the wall, loading ammunition, and laughed.

“The main thing is the high profit! Killing a Fallen Believer, even when our team splits the Experience Points, each of us gets over a hundred. Leveling up in the Red Calamity Area is super fast! Too bad there’s no loot drop. These disgusting tentacle monsters don’t drop anything!”

“Give it a rest, it’s already great to get high Experience Points, what more do you want… If you really want to make money, there are plenty of ways in the Red Calamity Area, it just depends on whether you have the skills and the guts. There are guild leaders posting guides on the forums already. In those abandoned residential buildings, you can find quite a few valuables or equipment, but usually, there are lots of Fallen Believers gathered.”

“Forget it, I still have some self-awareness, ha-ha.”

The players chatted and joked as they rested.

A moment later.

Just as they were about to look for their next target, suddenly they heard a rumbling sound coming from the end of the street, growing louder as it approached, like a stampede of thousands of horses. The ground itself even trembled slightly.

“What’s going on?”

“It seems like something is coming our way!”

The group of independent players’ faces changed color, and they quickly hid back in the alley, peering out cautiously.

They saw a horde of ragged, crazed-looking Fallen Believers, roaring and howling, mouthing strange and eerie prayers, chasing after a huge carriage. At a glance, there were at least several hundred of them!

Many of them had their upper bodies burst open, turning into grotesque entities with tentacles for legs, wildly waving seven or eight sinister, revolting crimson tentacles!

What shocked the players, though, was that the male coachman driving the carriage didn’t seem panicked at all—even taking the time to calmly light a cigarette and leisurely start smoking.

“Damn it! There are so many Fallen Believers! That carriage is done for if it gets caught!”

“But don’t you find it strange? That coachman doesn’t seem to be afraid at all!”

“Indeed, that is unusual. But I’m more curious about what’s inside that carriage.”

“Truly fearless! Riding such a big carriage through the Red Calamity Area like that, what is he trying to do?”

The players exchanged a few words in hushed, shocked, and puzzled tones.

At that moment, their pupils constricted, because the Fallen Believers had caught up to the carriage and started whipping their incredibly strong tentacles towards the carriage!

If they got hold of it, it would surely result in destruction and death!

But the next moment.

The windows on both sides of the carriage opened, and a black arc of light shot out, neatly severing the tentacles. The severed tentacles that fell to the ground immediately turned black, withered, and lost their vitality.

Then, a thick green smoke poured out from the windows, spreading behind the carriage. Like two waves split open by a speedboat on the sea, it struck the relentlessly pursuing Fallen Believers.

Thump!

Thump thump!

One after another, the Fallen Believers mysteriously collapsed mid-run and died on the spot. Their prized formidable life force was of no use against the dreadful green smoke. The players held their breath in disbelief.

“All those hundreds of Fallen Believers just died like that?!”

“What on earth is that smoke coming from the carriage?! It’s so fierce!”

Clatter, clatter…

The carriage finally passed the players, who reflexively pulled their heads back and hid in the shadows. But to their astonishment, the coachman turned his head to glance at them and offered a faint smile.

After a long pause.

“I… I scouted a bit.”

One of the male players swallowed hard.

“What?”

The rest were very surprised.

“All the lines are unknown, red threat level NPCs…”

“That coachman?!”

“Damn!”

The group of independent players immediately exclaimed in shock.

If even a coachman was of such high level, what on earth was in that carriage?

“That NPC’s name is ‘Behind-the-Scenes Man- Golov.’ Have you ever heard of him?”

The male player asked his companions.

“I remember now! It’s the Jack Circus! You guys know Mr. Jack, right? The leader of the power that those big shots in the rankings are part of! Golov is one of Mr. Jack’s subordinates!”

Another female player suddenly remembered and said excitedly.

“That carriage belongs to the Jack Circus!”

“Let’s go! Let’s follow and see! Jack must be here to deal with the Red Apple Church!”

A few players who frequented the gaming forums immediately shouted.

Almost anyone who knew of Jack was aware that this man, who had appeared in the game’s opening CG, harbored deep-seated resentment towards the Red Apple Church and had attacked the Church more than once.

The group of scattered players immediately left the alley and chased in the direction of the carriage.

And it wasn’t just them. In this quarantined area, many other players and surviving civilians, who had heard the commotion and were drawn by the carriage and the Fallen Believers chasing after it, witnessed the giant carriage recklessly speeding down the street, easily killing the terrifying monsters along the way.

More and more players followed the carriage, chasing after it.

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“Maggie, your strength has improved a lot,”

Inside the carriage, Chen Lun was sitting on a leather chair, drinking hot milk, and chuckled with praise.

Maggie, with her hair in a mess, sat by the window, her portable desk in front of her cluttered with bottles and jars of various colors. She grinned at Chen Lun, holding up a green potion, and said,

“Hehe, Leader, this is the formula Master Akebin gave me, but I’ve adjusted it a bit, according to my own understanding, to cause rapid and severe damage to muscles and blood… I’ve named it ‘Flesh Nemesis Boom Boom’!”

The other members of the Circus looked at each other, uncertain how to evaluate Maggie’s naming skills.

Chen Lun shook his head, as he seemed to be used to it.

At that moment, every member of the team, including Connie, was present in the carriage; they were on a group mission. Chen Lun also wanted to take this opportunity to test his companions’ abilities, to see how far they had come.

As for the players from various directions chasing after the carriage behind them, he had no intention of paying them any attention.

‘Next, like pulling out nails, we will clean up the Red Calamity Area of Rock State one by one!’ Chen Lun thought to himself, fiddling with the milk cup, his eyes shining with indifference.

‘With such achievements, I am sure to receive a huge reward and also push the Murder Club further ahead… At the final moment of the contention for seats, I’ll use the privilege of the Golden Cup members’ message delivery to convey the intelligence on the Black Knife Brotherhood and the Twilight Tea Party to the Round Table Knights.’

A moment later.

The carriage stopped.

Golov’s voice came from above the carriage:

“Mr. Jack, fellows, it seems we’ve been stopped… Hehe.”

He chuckled twice and took a puff of his cigarette to relax.

“Who is it?”

Noah curiously asked.

Golov’s voice came again:

“The monks from the Red Apple Church.”

Upon hearing this, the people inside the carriage exchanged smiles.

They hadn’t yet arrived at the Red Apple Church, but someone had already come to them first.

Chen Lun set down his milk cup and slowly stood up, leaning on his Silver Staff with one hand and adjusting his hat with the other.

Calmly he said,

“Circus, prepare for battle.”

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Connie and Alec were assigned to stay inside the carriage; in addition to them, four Black Crystal automata were stationed unwaveringly around the carriage.

Chen Lun led Floey, Noah, Maggie, Antonio, Golov, Barton, and Morey down from the carriage and onto the desolate, ice-cold, ruined street.

Looking ahead, in the middle of the road stood more than twenty monks in red robes.

Leading them were four mid-sequence Transcendents, a bishop with a red and black crown, and three tall priests.

These four originally bore cold expressions, exuding a tyrannical aura, but their faces subtly changed when they saw Chen Lun and his group appear.

“Jack Spett?! How could it be you, you damned heretic!”

The bishop growled in a low voice.

“Don’t act so shocked; it’s either you who come to trouble me, or I who personally send you on your way…”

Chen Lun said indifferently.

He couldn’t be bothered to talk further, waved his hand, and his companions immediately took action!

Floey advanced through the icy winds in this snowy environment, her fair hand beckoning, and black-purple vines hissed as they sprung from the ground, intertwining into a massive scythe. She gripped it in one hand and swung forward, sending a black arc-shaped energy wave scything through the earth.

Instead of transforming into a ghoul and fighting up close, Noah sat in a chair that rose from a pool of blood, holding a bone pen in hand, preparing to paint… This was according to Chen Lun’s past guidance. As someone with the “Bone Gallery” ability, it suited Noah better to remain adaptable, assisting his companions during the fight.

Maggie laughed excitedly, popping potions as she hurled embryo jars. With the clink of shattering glass, a grotesque bull larger than the carriage itself rose from the ground—

Its muscles bulged, its hunched back covered in boils, and its head sported four twisted grey-white sharp horns. It had six crimson eyes filled with madness and violence.

This “mad bull” was Maggie’s proud creation, an improvement based on the “sick dog” breeding method she learned from Akebin. Even Antonio, standing nearby, was drawn in by the bull.

Not to be outdone, it stood up like a human, swelling to a monstrous size reminiscent of the mad bull, even transforming its front limbs into human-like arms, with a massive bone sword springing from the palm of its right hand.

It looked even more terrifying than the mad bull.

Maggie’s eyes bulged.

Golov, Barton, and Morey, on the other hand, focused on the low-sequence monks, taking advantage of their “Sequence Eight—Locksmith” abilities to snipe from the shadows, greatly troubling the members of the Red Apple Church.

Boom, boom, boom!!

The sounds of the intense battle spread in all directions.

The Red Robe bishop and the three priests were shocked to find themselves struggling within moments of combat, feeling that things had taken a turn for the worse.

“Damn it! How can Jack’s subordinates be so strong?!”

The bishop bellowed.

“And these two bulls! What kind of monsters are they?!”

He, as a “Sequence Six—Bloodline,” was slashed by that cursed “mutant cow,” losing an entire arm; then he was struck by the adjacent “disgusting mad bull.” If he hadn’t turned into a bat in time to dodge, he surely would have been impaled by its horns!

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What in the world had become of this place?

Himself, a bishop of the Red Apple Church, being pushed around by two bulls?!

Players who had approached from afar were also drawn to the fierce battle on the street, responding with a chorus of exclamations.