Night’s Nomenclature-Chapter 836: A Last-Ditch Counterattack in the Decisive Battle

This trap set for Qing Chen was tailor-made by the Phoenix Guild's leader.

This leader was the commander of the 131st Division in the army group, a man of exceptional talent who was favored by the Phoenix Duke and promoted to his side to oversee the command of the Phoenix Air Fortress.

He had suffered a significant loss in the previous battle to eliminate Qing Chen, resulting in damage to the Phoenix Guild's reputation. Back then, he treated the No. 8 Multiverse as a game and didn't take White Light seriously.

But this time, he staked his honor on it, personally creating a Holographic Sand Table and meticulously developing a battle plan.

The Phoenix Guild leader commanded it like a small-scale real-world war, deploying scouts, main forces, vanguard troops, and support units. He reorganized the players, even reaching a private agreement with Pluto to temporarily follow his orders.

He was serious, more serious than ever before.

The four people Qing Chen had killed were bait, but the bait was definitely not limited to that one location. No matter which bait Qing Chen took, he would encounter a devastating blow.

This was a truly coordinated attack, uniting the entire dungeon's players to take down one boss. Qing Chen was caught in a web of traps, with no escape.

At this moment, Qing Chen's arms were shot, hanging weakly by his sides.

Due to the high-speed running, his two arms swung back and forth like noodles.

There were bullet holes in his shoulders as well.

If it was ranged combat, even if he got a firearm, he wouldn't be able to lift it. If it was close-quarters combat, how could someone whose lightsaber had been knocked off break out of the encirclement?

Qing Chen could indeed rely on his A-Class physique to escape, but when the net surrounding him tightened, it seemed that no matter where he ran, he would encounter those who were chasing and intercepting him.

He couldn't return to the safe zone either.

What to do?

As he was about to reach a bush, the players ambushing inside fired without hesitation. Qing Chen barely dodged, but his arm was shot again.

His arms were almost like sieves.

This time, only a dozen or so players were guarding the bush. Qing Chen gritted his teeth and, skillfully evading the trajectory of the bullets using a zigzag route, quickly approached the enemy!

Qing Chen silently calculated in his heart.

There were over 4,000 players left in this dungeon, and more than 400 firearms, not enough for one per person.

Although there were gunshots from the bush, there was only one firearm.

He counted the shots one by one, until at one point, the thirtieth gunshot rang out. Qing Chen leaped high, following the tail note of the gunshot, and flew over the bush like a flying man.

The dozen or so players in the bush looked up in astonishment, watching Qing Chen fly over their heads, followed by a thunderbolt from the sky, illuminating the entire bush.

With a loud boom, the more than ten players inside were all struck by the A-Class Thunder Mage's ultimate move, Wrath of the Thunder God, and instantly killed!

The players who were killed before their death all felt that only by personally fighting White Light could one understand how ferocious his grasp of the battle rhythm was.

The more than ten pursuers behind Qing Chen saw this scene and were thankful that they hadn't encountered this formidable opponent when they were alone earlier.

Qing Chen didn't look back at the players' plight. He simply landed lightly on the ground, and with another acceleration, he continued to flee like an arrow leaving the bow.

However, the players behind him, seeing that he had torn a gap in the encirclement, did not panic but instead showed triumphant smiles.

They knew what was waiting for Qing Chen ahead!

Qing Chen hadn't run far when he saw a dense volley of bone arrows suddenly shoot out from the valley ahead, forming a battle formation, densely filling the sky.

In the valley, the four hundred plus skeleton archers hidden by Pluto launched a volley like a summer downpour, covering an area of more than two hundred meters, firmly sealing Qing Chen's path.

No matter which direction Qing Chen went, he wouldn't have enough time to escape.

The pursuers, who had been distanced by Qing Chen, couldn't help but scream when they saw this.

White Light is going to die!

However, something unexpected happened. At one point, Qing Chen suddenly stopped. He simply tilted his body slightly, bending over in a strange posture.

The seemingly dense bone arrows brushed past him, embedding themselves in the ground.

The shafts of the arrows trembled, emitting a buzzing sound, the momentum was astonishing.

But the problem was that none of the dense bone arrows hit Qing Chen. Pluto seemed to have transformed into a human outline master, precisely avoiding Qing Chen!

The players knew this wasn't Pluto's problem, but Qing Chen's!

In the short moment just now, he had judged the trajectory of all the bone arrows. The seemingly dense bone arrows were only distributed at two per square meter. This gap was more than enough for Qing Chen to dodge.

He stood in the pouring rain in that strange posture, but not a single drop of rain fell on him.

But the players couldn't understand how Qing Chen could have such computational ability. Is this kind of computational ability something humans can possess?

In fact, this scene had also been played out in Prison 18, where Qing Chen faced the Metal Storm from the steel dome.

At that moment, he was like the center of the world, and all dangers and thorns gave way to him.

Amidst the players' exclamations, Qing Chen started running again. He began to circle around, pulling the players behind him, the pursuing Pluto, and the skeleton army with a large arc.

Gradually, almost all the players converged in one place, with only the players from the Storm Guild still blocking his way back to the safe zone.

Viewed from the sky, the players formed two huge fan shapes in the south and north. They were the "arc length," and Qing Chen was the center of this fan.

But the players knew nothing about this. They lacked the ability to see the bigger picture.

What had just happened was also transmitted to outside the dungeon.

At this time, Black Widow, holding an LCD screen, silently watched the first-person perspective recording of the players, watching how Qing Chen dodged the rain of arrows.

She felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

Black Widow thought that when the Dominating Vessel fell, when she fought against the Dominating Vessel's drone swarm, she also had this feeling. Faced with a ruthless person skilled in calculation, all your preparations are in vain.

The A in the core of the Storm Fortress said that it wasn't an AI that was responsible for the Dominating Vessel's battle, only that it had powerful computational abilities. So, could the person who controlled the Dominating Vessel's battle at that time have been Qing Chen? And how did he escape after the Dominating Vessel fell?

Now is not the time to think about these things. Black Widow keenly sensed something amiss. She looked at the Phoenix Guild leader: "Who else isn't chasing Qing Chen? How many ambushes did you set up in total?"

The Phoenix Guild leader smiled and said: "He bumped into all the ambushes I set up. Not a single ambush was redundant. Now, your Storm Guild is on the north side, and the others we arranged are on the south side. He is basically surrounded."

The Phoenix Guild leader was smiling, but Black Widow felt uneasy:

"Why would he encounter all the ambushes? He's like a headless fly running around, but he accurately pulled out all your ambushes."

The Phoenix Guild leader said: "This shows that my troop deployment is unique."

Black Widow shook her head. She opened the Holographic Sand Table she had just made and carefully analyzed: "Look, he could have avoided your A15 ambush area, but he took a detour and ran into it. The same is true for A29. I think it's not that your troop deployment is unique, but that in the few hours of silence just now, he had already figured out all the ambush locations and then accurately went to find everyone and pulled them behind him!"

The Phoenix Guild leader wasn't a fool either. Although he wasn't happy to be denied, he also admitted what Black Widow said. Qing Chen's two escape routes were somewhat stiff, as if they were forced upon him!

"But why did he do this?" The Phoenix Guild leader wondered. "I also had the players hide more than 400 firearms and posted misleading information on the forum. Now that he is surrounded, more than 800 firearms will shoot at him, he will definitely die, he will be shot into a sieve!"

Black Widow suddenly raised her voice: "No good, let everyone disperse, don't shoot, it's too late."

At this time, in the No. 8 Multiverse, Qing Chen had been completely surrounded by the players. The players eagerly raised their firearms and opened fire. The sound of da-da-da was like the firecrackers on New Year's Eve in the last century, continuous and deafening.

Everyone looked forward to the scene of Qing Chen being beaten into a pulp. They were so angry, so many players were chasing one person, yet so many were killed in return.

The players formed a circular formation 300 meters away from Qing Chen. They were like they were really pushing a boss, watching the boss's last sliver of health, couldn't help but shout: "He's going to be killed! He's going to be killed!"

Only Pluto felt a little regretful. This time, he wasn't the protagonist, and his carefully prepared trump card didn't work.

Moreover, it seemed that he didn't need to do anything more to kill White Light.

He was like an observer, there to make up the numbers.

This S-Class combat master had never felt this way before.

He was actually marginalized!

But it didn't matter, it was good to be able to kill White Light.

However, the cruelest thing in this world is that after giving you hope, it destroys that beautiful hope.

"Order'!

Qing Chen stood in the hail of bullets, mobilizing the surging plasma in his body to form a huge electromagnetic field.

The Virtual Realm is real, at least its operating mechanism is real, so students from the Time Traveler Academy can come to learn Thunder Mage skills.

Conversely, the abilities Qing Chen possesses can also be used here. This is a skill never seen before in the Virtual Realm, a skill that is difficult for a normal human to master, but Qing Chen used it on the battlefield.

The pouring bullets condensed around him, more than 800 firearms firing intensively. The bullets were like small sesame seeds on a strawberry, embedded in an invisible transparent wall.

More and more embedded!

The players reacted. While continuing to pull the trigger out of habit, they said suspiciously: "What's going on? Thunder Mages don't have this professional skill, I haven't heard of it before, and I haven't seen him use it before. Is it an S-class skill?

But he hasn't been promoted to S-class!

Strange, so many firearms shooting at him, it's like he's fine, that's too terrifying."

At this moment, the players only felt that Qing Chen suddenly had defensive means and didn't know how to kill this boss.

Only Pluto felt something was wrong. He directed the skeleton army to retreat slightly, intending to think it over before acting.

But before he could think, he saw Qing Chen's lips move.

"Chaos'!

The bullets that were pouring towards him were instantly charged and electro-magnetically propelled, and the dense bullets, at their original speed, blasted towards the surrounding players. One-sixth of them were used to focus fire on Pluto!

Qing Chen, at the center, was like a god. Although he could not freely control metal and use firearms to form his iron throne hilt like Qing Ye,

But he could use enemy resources against them. As long as it's not heavy firepower at the level of a grenade launcher, then no matter how many bullets the enemy gives him, he can return them.

Qing Chen slowly walked towards Pluto, and he saw that blood holes appeared on the bodies of the surrounding players one by one.

As if in slow motion, Qing Chen walked calmly in the center of the scene, while the enemies around him, as if in the background, were being riddled with bullets.

Eight hundred firearms, each with 30 bullets, became the final swan song of the No. 8 Multiverse.

Even Pluto was no exception. He hurriedly made dozens of skeleton soldiers jump up to block the bullets, but the number of bullets aimed at him was too large.

Riding on the skeleton horse, he only saw the skeleton soldiers in front of him shattering one by one.

The skeleton soldiers leaping up in front seemed like white fireworks, bursting into dust in the air.

Pluto was unwilling. He was the only S-Class combat master in the No. 8 Multiverse. He should have been the one chasing all the players, and then all the players besieging him.

He had even thought up a countermeasure, setting up a skeleton army in advance and ambushing another skeleton army in the Red River Valley.

But now, not only had he not become the protagonist, but he was even taken away by the ricocheting bullets while besieging White Light!

Unwilling! This way of dying was too suffocating!

This time, it wasn't they who were chasing Qing Chen, but Qing Chen deliberately luring them to chase him. The large number of people made them think they would surely win, but the majority is not necessarily the winner!

But the bullets wouldn't give him much time to regret.

The rain of bullets pierced through the skeleton wall and pierced him!

It's over!

Black Widow watched as a large number of players were forced offline, their names changing from white to gray.

It wasn't just one or two players, but in the blink of an eye, the players they were watching in the No. 8 Multiverse dungeon were simultaneously forced offline, including Pluto's name, which turned from white to gray!

This scene was too shocking. The players outside didn't know what had happened. They were as if standing in front of a brightly lit high-rise building, and then, in a second, the lights in the building in front of them all went out.

Those players who were forced offline all deleted their accounts and started over, including the S-Class combat master Pluto!

At this time, in the No. 8 Multiverse, only the players of Ling were still online. They should have hidden and not participated in the siege, including the A-Class combatant Viper.

A glance from Qing Chen in the woods completely dissuaded Viper from killing Qing Chen.

"Are they all dead?" someone muttered outside the dungeon. "How did he kill more than 4,000 people in an instant?"

Black Widow knew why. He brought his real-world abilities into the Virtual Realm.

She didn't dwell on this, but turned to her subordinates and said: "Order all guild players to assemble. The No. 8 Multiverse may end prematurely! White Light may have already been promoted to S-Class combat master, be alert!"

According to the guild's plan, everyone should assemble six days later and wait at the entrance to kill White Light or Pluto.

But now, plans don't always go as expected. No one knows whether the collective reduction of players in the No. 8 Multiverse will determine the winner earlier!

If so, they may not have enough manpower to stop him.

Dangerous!