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Chapter 310: Chapter 221: Elegant Slaughter (Vote for monthly ticket!)
 

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Boom!!

A loud noise captured everyone’s attention.

A Fallen Believer suddenly flew backwards, his twisted body arching through the air for tens of meters before slamming straight into the massive statue of Lady Rose, bursting apart with a bang.

Mr. Jack held his Silver Staff in one hand and his black hat in the other, slowly lowering his raised foot.

All eyes turned to him.

Several more Fallen Believers lunged at Mr. Jack, but with a flick of his wrist and a swing of the staff, a curtain of silver unfurled, blowing their heads to smithereens.

Before the rain of blood could even touch the ground, the gentleman in black attire had vanished, leaving a dark afterimage that flickered to another spot.

His wide coat billowed as he kicked out once again.

Boom!!

Two Fall Believers covered in tentacles flew out like rubber balls, toppling a swarm of their own kind amidst a scattering of limbs and severed parts.

The shockwave even sent all Fallen Believers within several meters flying.

Perhaps because the commotion Mr. Jack caused was simply too great, the Fallen Believers all charged at him, even those who were engaged in battle with players would abandon their opponents and rush over.

Dongyang and the others gaped, and aside from a few alpha players from Polaris, this was the first time the others had witnessed Jack’s combat.

“What Sequence is Mr. Jack… a Transcendent of?”

Dongyang asked aloud.

“Don’t know.”

The other players shook their heads.

Boom!

Boom Boom!!

Explosions one after another shook the very air.

The Fallen Believers were like weightless dolls in the hands of the gentleman in black, kicked into walls or bowling over into groups of believers, creating a domino effect.

With a wave of his silver staff, several heads shattered.

His black coat fluttered as he moved unhurriedly among the herd of believers, leaving behind a trail of crimson blood with each step, as if taking a leisurely stroll.

If a piece of elegant music were played, people might mistake his movements for dancing rather than slaughtering.

Suddenly.

The players all heard a crisp cracking sound.

Then, a sinuous flash of silver streaked by, sparking as it went, and several Fallen Believers’ bodies were torn apart in an instant.

It turned out that Mr. Jack had transformed his Silver Staff into a chained, spiked Silver Whip.

At the same time.

With a flick of his hand, four playing cards appeared between the fingers of his left hand, sheathed in black leather gloves.

His wrist flicked, and the cards flew.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The necks of four believers were sliced open, they fell to the ground instantly, still writhing in pools of their own blood.

The entire Church hall seemed to have become Mr. Jack’s personal stage, with not a single Fallen Believer able to lay a finger on him.

The playing cards spun rapidly, emitting a piercing screech, slicing through the believers’ throats and tracing a series of straight lines made of blood beads in the air.

Mr. Jack executed a graceful turn.

With a flourish of his coat, he disappeared from his spot and reappeared in mid-air, suspended as he continued to throw cards downward.

The Fallen Believers were howling and roaring, one after another beheaded by the cards, collapsing to the ground. They faced an enemy they simply could not defeat.

A moment later.

Dongyang and the others looked on dumbfounded at the gentleman in black.

His silhouette remained as upright and imposing as ever. Right hand holding his indispensable Silver Staff, left hand lightly touching his hat, though his suit had been spotted with a few blood beads, his elegance underscored a bloody beauty amidst the carnage.

Around him lay scattered torsos and a sea of blood; the entire church hall resembled Hell, and even the solemn statue of Lady Rose was splattered with blood.

It was as if the most ferocious of devils had performed a magnificent desecration in the hallowed Church.

Su Keying suddenly felt a pain in her wrist and turned to see Wei Yin gripping her excitedly.

Seeing her bestie’s flushed face and eager eyes, Su Keying knew what she wanted to ask.

“—The recording is on! Don’t worry!”

Su Keying sent a text message and then quickly captured several shots of Jack’s silhouette.

Jack slowly turned around, doffing his hat and bowing slightly to the crowd.

As if taking a bow after a performance.

“Thank… Thank you, Mr. Jack.”

Dongyang took a deep breath, struggling against the strong smell of blood, and thanked the gentleman in black.

“You’re welcome.”

Chen Lun walked over to The Great Gate and touched the solid iron bars with a light chuckle.

“You might want to step back a bit.”

Dongyang and the others obediently moved away from The Great Gate.

They then saw Mr. Jack’s Silver Staff morph with a clack, turning into a Silver Sword in the blink of an eye, and then swinging it fiercely.

Clang!!

Bright sparks flickered.

With several clanging sounds, the solid iron bars were cleanly severed, collapsing to the ground.

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Chen Lun gave the Great Gate another kick, blowing it open with a resounding crash.

The sunlight and fresh air from outside streamed in, lifting everyone’s spirits.

“Let’s go, the mission is successfully completed.”

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The church in Red Flower Town, like the ones in the previous two towns, ultimately burned down in a blaze.

The sacred structure, standing for who knows how many years, collapsed in the roaring flames, together with hundreds of corpses within and countless past sins, all incinerated to nothing.

The players from Dongyang settled their quest, jubilantly reaping rewards that included not only the basic experience points, coins, and contribution degrees but also a choice of one of two Black Crystal Weapons.

They were surprised to find that these weapons were even more useful than they had imagined. The shortsword was sturdy and sharp, capable of generating red electrical arcs, while the wand could launch bolts of lightning from a distance, mighty in power.

“This weapon… it’s top-notch! I can use it for a long time!”

The Horseman remarked, playing with the black shortsword, clicking his tongue in appreciation.

The other players shared his sentiment, cherishing the weapons in their hands.

“Brave warriors from afar, you’ve done very well, destroying three small town churches of the Red Apple Church with me,”

Chen Lun said with a smile.

“But remember, the Red Apple Church is a source of chaos, and greater turmoil is yet to come… They are one of the Seven Righteous God Churches entrenched in the Empire, with a massive influence, not to be taken lightly.”

“Yes, Mr. Jack.”

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In fact, the players had already realized that the Jack Circus and the Red Apple Church were in opposition, and they vaguely guessed that the main storyline was likely to be related to this.

Since they had joined the Circus, they were prepared to fight against the Church with all their might.

Soon they received another quest, long-term and titled “Church Hunting”—killing players or clergy of the Red Apple Church would earn them corresponding contribution points.

This affirmation further solidified their inner suspicions.

“Alright, everyone, until next time.”

Chen Lun tipped his hat, gave a slight bow, and slowly vanished from the players’ sight.

The players did not understand, thinking it was a unique transcendental method of Mr. Jack. In actuality, Chen Lun had entered the Spirit World.

Having dealt with the threat of the Red Apple Church, his next destination was naturally Sunflower City, to fulfill the task handed to him by the Black Knight.

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Sunflower City.

This bustling metropolis was filled with flowers, with fresh blooms surrounding every building, be it the industrial area, residential district, or affluent neighborhoods.

The people here loved to plant flowers, including the city council members who held this same preference.

The fragrance of flowers filled the entire city, allowing residents to immerse themselves in their delightful scent day in and day out.

In the city center lay a vast garden filled with sunflowers, a place for the wealthy to rest and relax, and also one of the landmarks of Sunflower City.

Behind the Sunflower Garden, a lush forest stretched out, with a public cemetery deep within the woods.

The cemetery, named Dawn Cemetery, was the resting place for many: poor and rich, commoners and nobles, locals and foreigners, and of course, some without name or fame.

It was early morning, and a noble couple was mourning in front of their daughter’s gravestone.

“My dearest Mil, this is the gift Daddy promised you.”

The man took off his hat, removed his gloves, and personally placed a rabbit toy next to the gravestone. Then he took out a Gold Pound from his wallet and gently placed it in the toy’s embrace.

“You once asked Daddy for a Gold Pound for your birthday… I shouldn’t have been so focused on work back then and failed to answer you… I’m sorry, my daughter.”

Overcome with emotion, the man helplessly covered his face.

His wife hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder and starting to weep bitterly.

Not far away.

The Tomb Guardian, accompanied by a dog, watched the grieving couple and shook his head slightly.

In his decades of guarding graves, he’d seen too much sadness and tears. At first, they moved him, but as time passed, he’d become numb to them.

The Tomb Guardian looked to be a man in his fifties, strong and mature, yet the large dog by his side seemed immature, eagerly looking around with boundless curiosity, even attempting to break free of its leash to frolic.

“Paul! Settle down, you little rascal!”

The Tomb Guardian scolded.

He then grabbed the leash and started to head back.

If not for his old companion, who had passed away peacefully a couple of days ago, he wouldn’t have accepted a new dog from a friend. It would take quite a while to get Paul accustomed to the life of guarding graves and to become obedient and sensible.

“I have an uneasy feeling… what’s going on?”

The Tomb Guardian frowned slightly, a gut feeling telling him something bad might happen.

He valued his sixth sense greatly because he was not just any man, but a Transcendent.

Years ago, the council had requested a Transcendent from the Shelter to serve as the Tomb Guardian of Dawn Cemetery. He was then dispatched and had held the position for over twenty years.

Ironically, as a Sequence Nine Tomb Robber of the Earth Faction, he’d been a diligent and responsible guardian without incident for so many years.

“Stay alert, cannot let my guard down.”

The Tomb Guardian’s eyes were sharp as he led Paul around the Cemetery, yet he found no signs of trouble.

“Hopefully, nothing comes of it, or my years of reputation will be utterly ruined!”