latelenovela Chapter 225 Priest Niamh
Chapter 225 Priest Niamh
Out of caution, Zhou Ning had already switched his title to a Phantom Thief that was more suitable for disguise and infiltration, making his figure appear more elusive in the dark.
He didn't rush in rashly with his Wushuang, but stood there and waited. Even with the Lucky Clover, he still had to avoid being targeted by Leoncavallo's Opera in Four Acts.
About 5 minutes later, Zhou Ning began to move. Through his observation Haki, he had basically locked onto the patrol positions of several groups of Curse Cult members inside.
This manor, an old building from the Falric Kingdom era, was overgrown with weeds and quite large, even larger than Harrison Rivers's. Several statues dating back to the ancient Falric era stood within, two of which depicted Zhou Ning's old acquaintances: Blind Moulton, founder of the Courage family, with a bird's head, and Ivan Rivers, with a lion's head. It seemed to have a long history.
Zhou Ning, stealthily leaping over the fence on one side of the manor, landed lightly on the ground. He advanced lightly in the shadows. A group of Curse Cult members in black robes approached him. Zhou Ning quickly dodged into the shadows and watched them approach.
IDs appeared above their heads, and they turned out to be several players.
As they approached, Zhou Ning heard their conversation.
"Have you learned how to transform into a demon?"
"Not yet. Holy shit, seeing the NPC use this move is so cool, the interface tells me I'm still short of 42 contribution points. I'm going to wait until I have 300 contribution points to trade it in."
"I'm still over 70 points shy of the mark. I don't know how much longer I'll have to do this kind of patrol routine."
"Hey, if Wayne Stewell and the Cult of the Cursed God start fighting, who should we help?"
"It's definitely the Cult of the Cursed God, Wayne Stewell? We're going to kill him without a second thought. We've already accumulated more than half of our contribution points. We definitely need to learn skills and formations first. What does the destruction of the world have to do with us?"
"That's right."
Zhou Ning: ...
Zhou Ning hid in the shadows, his lips curled up. The players truly had no moral integrity. It's only been a few days, and they've already surrendered to the enemy? Even worse, they were even thinking of exploding him. Don't blame me for being ruthless, then.
Based on my previous experience playing games, the resurrection point in the old city should not be too far away, and it will not take more than 10 minutes to get there, but it should be enough time for me to fight my way in and out.
"It just so happens that I haven't killed a player in a long time." Zhou Ning smiled.
When several players approached, Zhou Ning drew the sword at his waist without hesitation, rushed into the crowd, and a sharp sword light exploded in an instant.
A flash of cold light suddenly appeared, and blood spurted out. Two players instantly vanished in white light, instantly killed. Even top players at this point would have a health bar of no more than 400. With Zhou Ning's current attack power, while his Strength attribute, which determines melee attack power, wasn't high, his master-level swordsmanship allowed him to unleash astonishing damage. Killing these players instantly was effortless.
A flash of white light passed by, and this group of unlucky players were resurrected at the resurrection point in the old city two kilometers away. They checked the battle report on the panel, all with black question marks on their faces.
"What happened? How did I die?"
"Who did it?!"
Everyone hurriedly looked at the battle information on the panel.
[Wayne Stewell's normal attack deals 465 damage to you]
[You are dead.]
[Wayne Stewell's normal attack deals 379 damage to you]
[You are dead.]
The players were all confused. Is it really necessary to be so clever that just mention Cao Cao and he will appear?
……
After killing these players, Zhou Ning sheathed his sword. Immediately, a scene emerged in his mind: another group of Curse Cult members patrolling over. The leader had an extremely powerful aura, and... Zhou Ning seemed to be extremely familiar with this aura.
Ten seconds later, a group of Curse Cult members wearing black robes appeared in front of him. This time they were not players. The leader was a black-robed priest with his entire head covered by a hood. Judging from his figure... he looked a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.
"Who?"
This group of black-robed priests were quite alert. They quickly noticed something when they passed by and cast their eyes towards Zhou Ning.
Forget it...hiding all the time is not my style.
Zhou Ning was too lazy to hide anymore, so he just flashed out from the darkness, pulled out the ebony and ivory guns in his hands, and pulled the trigger forward.
Instantly, two bullets whizzed out of the gun barrel simultaneously. Under the passive effect of the silver bullet, they were shrouded in fire and silver-white light, penetrating the black-robed priest's body with a "sizzling" sound. He was shot back a step, and his health dropped significantly.
"Your ripple shot caused 726 damage to Priest Niamh!"
"Wayne Stewell, it's actually you?!"
The black-robed priest covered his wound and looked at Zhou Ning, his tone filled with surprise and hatred. As a black light flashed, his flesh began to wriggle, and surprisingly, it healed in a very short time.
At this moment, through the hood, Zhou Ning could see that his face and hands were covered with sutured wounds, and his skin was blue-gray. He was obviously an undead ghost in the state of a zombie.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely evil-looking black flame ignited in the hands of the black-robed priest, and instantly transformed into a spear with black flames, which was thrown towards Zhou Ning.
Zhou Ning: ...
Who are you? Are you familiar with me?
Zhou Ning thought for a moment, unable to recall who this person was. He cast his gaze towards the statue beside him, not sparing his energy. The next second, Blind Morton, dressed in a black tuxedo and maintaining a bird-headed human form, leaped from the statue's base in a flying motion, swooping down towards the black-robed priest, reaching out to grab the black spear hurled at Zhou Ning.
The statue turned into a real person?
Looking at this incredible scene, everyone present was horrified.
Reviving Blind Morton used up about 1/3 of his stamina bar. His ability was not that strong compared to the Blue-Eyes White Dragon, and a conservative estimate was that it could last for three to four minutes.
"Zizi..." Burn marks suddenly appeared on the palm of Blind Morton's hand, but he still grabbed the black spear and threw it in the opposite direction towards the black-robed priest.
when!
A black barrier appeared on the black-robed priest's body, blocking the black spear.
At the same time, Zhou Ning didn't pause. Instead, he slid forward, firing his two guns like the Grim Reaper's scythe, instantly reaping the lives of the two cultists. Then, with a pirouette, he aimed his gun at the black-robed priest and fired three bullets in a row. [Ripple Shot]! [Fatal Return]! [Domineering Entangling Shot]! Three extremely powerful skills pierced the opponent's body in succession.
A series of shocking damage values popped up one after another. The black-robed priest screamed miserably, and black light once again appeared in his hands. However, Zhou Ning did not give him the opportunity to continue attacking. While Blind Morton launched a series of attacks, he also continued to attack without stopping, and saw the opponent's health bar dropping rapidly.
"Level 56 Dark Warlock, 127 Spirit. Quite strong, but unfortunately he met me now."
Zhou Ning took a look at the panel and couldn't help but admire it.