I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 469 - 330 Jack, You Are the Vampire!

Chapter 469: Chapter 330 Jack, You Are the Vampire!

In the carriage.

Alec peeked out of the carriage window twice before turning his head to glance at Connie. The latter was reading mechanic books at a portable table, occasionally jotting down notes and sketching with a very focused and serious demeanor.

Seeing this, Alec tiptoed toward the carriage door.

“Mr. Alec, are you planning to take this opportunity to leave?”

Connie put down her pen, raised her head, and asked curiously.

Alec’s movements halted abruptly, and he cleared his throat, turning back with a proud posture as he proclaimed:

“Oh no, I was just thinking of going down to help. Don’t get me wrong, Miss Connie.”

“Mr. Jack has said that the team should stick to their roles; combat personnel are in charge of resolving trouble through force, while we just need to wait patiently here… Plus, Mr. Alec, you are just an ordinary person like me; what help could you offer?”

Connie spoke earnestly.

Alec appeared quite indignant, he snorted, put his hands on his hips, and said:

“I, the great wandering bard Alec, have vowed to travel the world and naturally possess various combat skills. The Red Apple Church doesn’t even register in my eyes… Don’t underestimate me, Miss Connie!”

“Okay, I understand, Mr. Alec, you are an accomplished wandering bard.”

Connie’s expression was a bit strange, but she nodded along anyway.

Alec nodded with satisfaction, visibly pleased with himself.

However, Connie immediately followed up with:

“But please, stay in the carriage and don’t go out. That’s what Mr. Jack instructed… Besides, even if you leave the carriage, the Black Crystal artisan puppets outside would catch you and bring you back.”

Alec was taken aback for a moment and finally let out a dejected sigh.

“Fine, fine, if I can’t go, I can’t go! Heartless Jack, imprisoning me like this—ah, the fall of a great wandering bard, becoming a slave in the Circus!”

He lay down on a soft leather sofa nearby, with an exaggerated and desolate expression, crying out:

“I don’t care about anything anymore! I’m going to sleep! Let me forget all this pain!”

Connie glanced at him, apparently used to Alec’s flamboyant rhetoric and acting. She shook her head and continued her studies on her own.

Outside the carriage.

The battle raged on fiercely.

In the distance, more and more players were gathering, hiding in the shadows, watching the combat in the arena intently.

“Look, someone’s going over there!”

A team of a dozen or so independent players had been crouching on the rooftop of a two-story shop, peering out. One of them pointed in the direction of the carriage and exclaimed in surprise.

Their companions turned their gazes in that direction and saw another team of seven or eight players sneaking close to the carriage.

“Huh? What are those guys up to?”

“What else could they be up to? They’re mostly targeting something inside the carriage, trying to take advantage of the situation. They’re hoping to loot something valuable from inside the carriage.”

The players on the rooftop whispered back and forth.

The Black Crystal artisan puppets guarding the carriage quickly noticed the players sneaking closer. Their eyes flashed a piercing red light, and one of them closed the distance with a leap before swinging out a punch.

Thump!

A muffled sound was heard.

One of the ill-intentioned players was instantly sent flying, screaming before he turned into a white light and dissipated in midair.

“Damn it! One punch and they’re gone! Are those black robots that fierce?!”

The players watching from the rooftop couldn’t help but curse.

Then, all four Black Crystal artisan puppets acted together, firing beams of red and black lightning from the palms of their hands, instantly slaughtering the players who had approached the carriage.

After finishing this, the puppets nonchalantly turned around and returned to their posts beside the carriage.

The players on the rooftop looked at each other.

“They can shoot lasers, too? What kind of black technology is that!”

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They watched those large, pitch-black figures, feeling a sense of awe.

The strange-looking puppets were of colossal size with exceptionally sturdy black crystal bodies, and they seemed not to be trifled with. After witnessing the fate of the players who had tried to approach, the rest gave up any thoughts of scavenging for easy loot.

They redirected their attention back to the center of the battlefield.

There, the barefoot girl in the black dress with floating golden hair held a Black Great Scythe taller than herself and split a Priest Ghoul towering over three meters tall right in half!

Spurt—!

Blood sprayed out like a burst water pipe, drenching the area.

The black light of the scythe’s blade contained the power to sever souls, killing the Priest Ghoul on the spot. Its carcass collapsed to both sides with a crash, scattering its grotesque organs all over the ground.

Not far away,

Maggie released another mad cow to hold off the attacks of two other Priest Ghouls in front, while she threw various potion bottles from behind. Red, green, deep blue, light brown… clouds of smoke in various colors rose from the shattered potion bottles, covering the surroundings with a bizarre, colorful mist.

The two Priest Ghouls, tangled up by the equally huge mad cow in front, could not reach Maggie behind them. Soon, they started experiencing a wide range of problems with their bodies… itching, pain, coughing, tears, and fatigue followed one after another.

“Transcendent disease… Damn it! It’s the [Plague Doctor]!”

The Priest Ghoul recognized Maggie’s Sequence Ability and immediately felt a strong sense of unease.

Disease is not an injury, and their most prized Life Force and healing ability were suppressed by this power!

“I’ll hold off this bull; you go kill that woman!”

One of the Priest Ghouls, risking being impaled by the bull’s horns, grabbed hold of the rampaging bull and yelled at his companion. The players, watching from a distance, felt an oppressive sense of intensity from the close combat between these two monsters.

Amidst the thunderous noise, another Priest Ghoul, who had freed his hands, leaped into the air and pounced toward Maggie.

Unexpectedly, Maggie was not at all flustered, even looking excited as she gazed up at the falling behemoth.

Bang!!

The Priest Ghoul landed heavily on the ground, shattering the stone pavement, and the force of the impact created a web of cracks across the surface.

But Maggie had already vanished without a trace.

The Priest Ghoul’s lunge missed its target, and rage mixed with shock showed on the face of the skinless beast. He had clearly seen that damn woman being dragged away by a black shadow!

Noah, further in the back, was sitting on a chair made of pooled blood, smiling slightly.

The painting “Peering” behind his head twinkled with faint light, clearly borrowing the power of [assassin] to manipulate shadows!

Noah pointed with his hand, and the shadow on the ground twisted. Maggie suddenly reappeared on the other side of the Priest Ghoul, completely unharmed. Then he swept his bone paintbrush across the canvas before him. The likenesses of the two Priest Ghouls had already been perfectly copied.

“Ugh…”

At the same time, the corresponding two Priest Ghouls stiffened up; their gazes dimmed and they toppled over like statues, dead on the spot, their Spirituality drained empty by the [Bone Gallery].

Elsewhere.

Golov, Barton, and Morey, with the assistance of a dozen Black Crystal automatons, were ruthlessly hunting down more than twenty Transcendent Monks from the Red Apple Church.

Although all of them were Low Sequence Transcendents, their attacks couldn’t harm the Black Crystal automatons in the least… Even [Butcher]’s heavy punches, when smashed onto the automatons, merely made a clanging sound, failing to breach their defenses. The fists of the Black Crystal automatons, propelled by high-pressure steam, caused severe injuries and spitting blood in the red-robed Monks whenever they made contact.

And that terrible red-and-black lightning that struck directly at the body, annihilating vitality; those hit had no choice but to excise the tainted flesh immediately, or the necrosis would spread!

Terrifying indeed!

Some Transcendent Monks tried to use [Gourmet]’s ability to consume the red-and-black lightning, only to find its Energy so powerful that it burst their bodies on the spot, exploding them into countless pieces.

The group of Transcendent Monks from the Red Apple Church was firmly suppressed by Black Crystal automatons, while Golov and the others constantly shifted positions from the shadows, using flintlock-looking Mysterious Objects to make precise sneak attacks on them.

The sharp and loud sound of gunshots continued, as one red-robed Monk after another fell dead.

Soon, only the Bishop from the Red Apple Church remained.

“Damn it!”

The red-robed Bishop had already transformed into an even bigger Ghoul and was using the abilities of [Vampire], such as turning into a bat and vampiric powers, to grapple with the two monstrous bulls. One of the mad bulls had been torn apart by him, losing its fighting ability, but the other, which walked upright like a human, grappled evenly with him thanks to the Bone Sword in its palm.

“Jack’s men actually have so many elite officers?!”

The Bishop was astonished as he fought with Antonio.

His inner anger rose even more.

“Especially those three, the Nun, the Artist, and this damned cow; the aura of their Mysterious Objects all belongs to the treasures of our Church!”

The red-robed Bishop recognized them; these were the [Sun-avoiding Potted Plant], the [Bone Gallery], and the [Desecrated Holy Sword]!

His infuriated red eyes looked beyond the cow and settled on a leisurely standing gentleman in black suit further away.

“Jack! Vampire of the Church! You truly deserve death!!”

But Jack, leaning on his Silver Staff, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, simply observed everything quietly, not even sparing a glance at the Bishop. The red-robed Bishop felt deeply humiliated by this disregard; the opponent wasn’t even considering taking action!

Does Jack believe that these underlings alone can kill me?! Laughable! Utterly laughable!!

Boom!!

The red-robed Bishop jerked his head upward.

He saw hundreds of black-purple vines burst from the ground, forming a massive “Black Wave,” crashing toward him! Atop that wave, a barefoot girl in a black dress stood holding a Great Scythe above her head, gazing down at him!

At the same time, the Artist, female doctor, three hidden gunmen, and more than a dozen strange automatons all closed in!

“Ahhh! Jack! I curse you! May you rot in the Rose Garden forever!”

The twisted howl of the red-robed Bishop was filled with intense resentment and wrath, echoing throughout the surroundings.

But soon, it was drowned out by the ensuing loud noise.

“Ah…”

Boom, boom, boom!!

All the players held their breath and watched intently as the Red Apple Church’s BOSS was engulfed by a relentless barrage of terrifying attacks.

And the tall, black-hatted gentleman stood there from beginning to end, watching the spectacle with interest.

“Vampire of the Church? What does that mean… What exactly did Mr. Jack do to anger the Red Apple Church to such an extent?”

The players were utterly bewildered.