Night’s Nomenclature-Chapter 820: Dominating the Battlefield!

A tremor ran through the tree canopy at the 8 o'clock direction.

Everyone looked immediately!

There are no animals in this No. 8 multiverse, only players themselves, so this canopy shaking must be someone hiding inside.

A player released a set of skills towards the canopy before daring to slowly approach, but they discovered that where the canopy had just shaken, there was a vine wrapped around a branch.

Someone had pulled this vine, creating the illusion that someone was in the canopy.

After discovering they had been tricked, everyone immediately looked at their teammates, just in time to see White Light hanging upside down from the canopy again, severing a teammate's neck, then disappearing back into the canopy without a trace.

Another death occurred in these few short seconds of a diversionary tactic.

The players were terrified. This method of killing was too extreme, throat-slashing with every strike. Even high-level players were useless if they were slightly distracted; the opponent wouldn't even give them a chance to release a skill!

These players who could join guilds were at least freemen discharged from the military. They had been on battlefields,

fought in the Rebellion, fought the Giants, and ventured deep into the Forbidden Forest.

When facing Qing Chen, they couldn't help but think about a question: What would the result be if they encountered such an enemy in the real world, on the battlefield, or in the Forbidden Forest?

Without a doubt, this was definitely the most troublesome enemy on the battlefield.

Someone whispered, "This kind of person is definitely not a noble's child. They must be a highly trained special forces soldier discharged from a certain army."

West Continent has an elite education system.

Many people think that elite education means pampered lives, balls, etiquette, and the ostentatious display of wealth. But true elite education is the best teaching the best. They are skilled in combat and knowledgeable, essentially versatile all-rounders or geniuses specializing in a certain field.

However, these players have seen what aristocratic geniuses are like.

Those geniuses give off more of an oppressive feeling, making one feel inferior upon seeing them.

But Qing Chen is different. He gives off the most direct sense of crisis.

When facing Qing Chen, you understand that you are facing a choice between life and death.

To put it simply, noble children would not resort to such unscrupulous means…

Their excellent education and upbringing would not allow them to be so insidious…

"Which army could it be?" someone whispered.

"Right, don't you think his way of doing things is a bit like a member of Silver City's Black Knights?"

"It seems a bit like it."

The Phoenix Guild players cautiously walked through the forest. The more arrogant they were when they arrived, the greater their frustration now.

The White Light they faced seemed to have merged with the forest, appearing and disappearing without a trace.

Always ready to deliver a fatal blow.

The players gradually gathered together, no longer searching separately. They whispered to each other, seemingly devising a plan.

Soon, the Phoenix Guild players dispersed again, but this time it seemed different. The dispersed formation had a clever logic.

These retired soldiers finally began to treat Qing Chen with the utmost caution.

They even felt like they were back in the army,

facing not a player, but a real threat.

The highest-ranking soldier in the team immediately took over as captain. He silently made tactical gestures. People dispersed to scout on both flanks, while others formed squads of five and quickly closed in.

He took out his LCD screen and sent a message out, seemingly calling for reinforcements.

They slowed their pace, and soon new members joined the team. The captain said, "Don't panic, wait for him to come out. Now he's hunting us, not us chasing him, so he'll definitely come back."

The captain immediately corrected their identities; they were the prey fighting back from the brink of death, not the hunters.

At this moment, a player accidentally fell into a trap.

But none of the players looked at him, instead focusing on other directions.

It was as if the player who had fallen into the trap wasn't their teammate.

Because they knew very well that if White Light wanted to continue killing them, now would be the time.

In an instant, a figure hung upside down from the canopy at the edge of the formation.

He hooked his legs around a thick branch, leaning down to easily sever a soldier's throat with his short sword.

However, this time, the nearby players reacted quickly, and they saw that the large tree where he was located was instantly entangled with frost, all the leaves and branches frozen, as if it had become a hard iron tree.

This player's reaction was too fast.

This is the combat quality that a retired soldier should possess.

Qing Chen tried to crawl back into the canopy, but the frozen leaves cut his face and tore his clothes into strips.

He immediately gave up and jumped down from the canopy, running into the depths of the forest.

"Did you mark him?" the captain asked a player.

"Yes, he can't escape," the player replied.

This player's profession was an assassin hunter, and his D-level skill was to place tracking marks on other players, specifically for countering invisible assassins.

The marking skill required a continuous casting time of two seconds, and the players' coordination just now was only to help this hunter place the mark.

Everyone set off, clearly targeting Qing Chen. This time, no matter where this White Light ran, he wouldn't be able to ambush them again.

More people fell into traps along the way, but all the players ignored their trapped teammates and pushed forward frantically.

The distance between them quickly narrowed. Qing Chen's level was low, and he couldn't outrun them.

Moreover, Qing Chen tried to hide, but he was always easily found.

This hiding actually delayed his escape.

Qing Chen also realized something was wrong. The other party must have used some method to lock onto his position!

"Prepare for an opportunity, one-hit kill," the captain whispered, "Don't give him a chance to fight back."

But at this moment, a cliff appeared ahead. Qing Chen jumped without hesitation.

The cliff was over fifty meters high, but his jump was so light that he landed in the river with minimal splashing.

The pursuing players' pupils contracted at the height: "He even left a retreat route!"

"Should we jump too? Jumping down could kill us."

"Jump! We can't let him escape the two-kilometer range of the hunter's mark. There are orders from above; we must kill him! Obey!" The captain didn't hesitate and jumped in, swept away by the rushing river downstream.

The other players followed, but five or six immediately died in the river…

At that height, those without diving skills would die!

In the rushing river, the captain's head emerged from the water, trying to find Qing Chen's trace.

But to his surprise, Qing Chen wasn't downstream, but upstream.

The captain looked intently and saw through the clear river water the White Light swimming rapidly, short sword in mouth, attacking his teammates!

After falling into the river, White Light didn't run anymore. He used his strong swimming skills to hug a rock, hiding steadily in the dark to breathe and wait for a new opportunity.

Once the Phoenix Guild players fell into the water, he immediately dove in with his short sword.

In order to complete the Trials of Life and Death, he had spent an unknown amount of time submerged in seawater in the Conquer with Virtue world, enduring huge waves and undercurrents countless times.

At this moment, all the players were in chaos after falling into the river—the best time to kill!

In just five seconds, Qing Chen grabbed a player, slit his throat underwater, then kicked him in the chest, using the momentum to rush towards another player.

The targeted player was startled and was about to release a skill, but lightning suddenly burst in the river, electrocuting him.

Before the player could react, Qing Chen was already beside him, slitting his throat and using the force to move on, all in one go.

Seeing this, the captain immediately released a skill to freeze the river and hinder Qing Chen's movements.

But before he could cast the spell, the rushing water slammed him against a rock, nearly knocking him unconscious.

This terrain was more complex than the forest!

However, after killing two people, Qing Chen didn't continue to tangle. He quickly swam towards the shore, knowing when to stop.

There were still more than thirty people from the Phoenix Guild in the river, and many had already adjusted to the underwater conditions. Just now, an ice arrow had been shot through the water, piercing Qing Chen's shoulder.

He couldn't continue fighting!

Qing Chen observed that there were at least seven or eight C-level players among these players, and the leader was likely B-level.

He had just reached C-level. If he continued to be greedy, the other side could easily kill him with a single area-of-effect skill.

Not to mention that he was now injured.

The captain shouted loudly, "Chase, he's going ashore, keep chasing!"

Qing Chen swam while looking up at the sky.

The captain followed his gaze and saw an airship passing across the sky, dropping airdrops in various areas.

After landing, Qing Chen didn't stop, running directly towards the airdrop landing point.

The captain's heart skipped a beat. What if there were firearms? They would die several more.

The captain desperately swam to the shore and, along with more than twenty remaining teammates, chased after him.

"Where did the mark go?!" the captain roared.

The assassin hunter pointed to the 11 o'clock direction: "There!"

"Chase! I saw his shoulder was pierced by an ice arrow. Even if he gets the firearms from the airdrop, he won't be able to fight for long," the captain shouted.

They crossed the riverbank and through the forest on the other side, following the hunter's mark.

However, when they saw Qing Chen from afar, they saw him kneeling on the ground, one arm unable to be raised because the nerve plexus in his shoulder was pierced, but his other hand was unusually nimble as he assembled an automatic rifle.

The captain's eyes narrowed slightly as he ran, because from afar, he felt that White Light's temperament was different after touching the firearm.

Calm, confident.

Kneeling on the ground, he was like a work of art meticulously carved by an artist. His expression was no longer panicked or clumsy, only firm.

As if he were the master of the battlefield. The captain said, "Close in quickly, get into spellcasting range! Don't be afraid, at this distance he can hardly hit us. At most half of us will die in the rush, but the remaining half can still take care of him."

But at this moment, Qing Chen had completed the final step of assembly. He held the gun in one hand, used his teeth to load the bolt, and muttered quietly, "Why does the airdrop deliver firearm parts? Isn't this deliberately making it difficult?"

As he spoke, Qing Chen raised the firearm with one hand and pulled the trigger without even aiming.

When he saw that he wasn't aiming, the captain was secretly delighted.

Holding the gun with one arm and not aiming, the firearm could at most only be for show!

But the next second, he saw a player beside him fall backward, with a narrow bullet hole in his forehead.

The captain's mind raced. He didn't know if this was a coincidence, or if the other party really had this level of skill?

If he had this skill, he must be a three-armed forces competition champion fed on bullets from a certain army, right?

The captain subconsciously turned on the recording option and immediately fell to his left side.

Lying down reduces the area of impact and avoids stray bullets.

But before he could think of a countermeasure, he suddenly felt a darkness before his eyes, and he woke up from the virtual cabin in the real world!

"It wasn't a coincidence; the other party has absolute gun sense!" the captain said loudly.

In the Virtual Realm, Qing Chen knelt on the ground, carefully pulling the trigger each time to ensure that one bullet would kill a player.

Until the remaining players finally realized something was wrong and hid behind trees, no longer coming out.

Qing Chen slowly retreated with his firearm, and after a certain distance, turned and ran.

Although he was only one experience point away from B-level, he still chose to retreat. There was another airdrop 800 meters away, and he had to see if there were any medicines.

It was almost dawn, and he, as the butler, had to log off. The poison circle was slowly closing in; he had to get to a safe place, a place where the poison circle wouldn't reach within 12 hours, before logging off.

According to calculations, it would take at least six days for the poison circle to force everyone to the central Red River Valley, so Qing Chen still had plenty of time.

Outside of Multiverse No. 8, everyone looked at White Light's kill count, which had increased by 17 in just 12 seconds.

Passersby didn't understand what was going on!

Someone whispered, "Aren't the Phoenix Guild players quite strong? How were 17 of them killed at once?! Didn't they say White Light went in as an F-level blank account? Why did he kill so many guild players in one go…"

As they spoke, someone looked at the Phoenix Guild's president.

The president's face was black. It was clearly a mole planted in their guild acting on his own, but he ended up being White Light's background board?!

However, even he was puzzled. Why couldn't so many people kill one White Light? Who was this person who single-handedly disrupted everyone's peace?

In the distance, Black Widow thoughtfully looked at her subordinate: "He's now revealed many clues. Go and check who among the army's sharpshooters logged into the Virtual Realm at this time. Also, let the spies we recruited in East Continent confirm if joke is still in the East Continent Federation."