I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

Chapter 379: Chapter 248 Bishop Bruno
 

“God says, eating is human nature…”

“When hungry, consume all flesh…”

“Eat…”

Four or five Fallen Believers were muttering strange prayers as they burst out from alleys and stairwells, rushing toward the only living person on the street.

The black-clothed Gentleman didn’t even glance at them as he casually threw out several Card Throwing Knives, decapitating all of their heads.

Spurt—!

Blood splattered everywhere!

The headless corpses fell to the ground, twitching, their fleshly tentacles flailing chaotically.

Chen Lun flicked his finger, and several sparks landed on their bodies, igniting fierce flames.

Hair, skin, and muscle were instantly charred by the Supernatural Flame, flesh tissues expanded from the heat, then burst, and finally burned to cinders, turning into ash.

‘The Divination’s omen, along with the owl’s scouting, indicates the target should be just ahead…’

He didn’t stop his steps, slowly walking forward.

“Ah!”

A dirty looking woman, clutching a bag of bread, burst out from a shop on the side of the street and fled in panic.

Two crazed Fallen Believers were close on her heels.

On the outside, they looked like ordinary people, like two workers who had just finished a shift, but in reality, their bodies had been hollowed out by “fruit maggots,” merely husks being controlled.

Just as the woman was about to be overtaken, she looked up and saw a Gentleman in a black hat coming face-to-face with her, and her expression brightened.

But after struggling internally, she ultimately shouted at the top of her lungs:

“Sir! Run! The monsters that eat people are coming!”

Chen Lun adjusted his hat, revealing a smile.

“Thank you for the warning, kind lady.”

The two passed by each other.

Bang bang!

Two dull thuds.

The woman looked back to see the two relentless maniacs had fallen to the ground, twitching. Their heads seemed to have sustained heavy blows, caved in, their faces horribly deformed and twisted, eyes bulging out.

The Gentleman with the black hat twirled his Silver Staff in his hand, eventually tucking it under his arm, and turned to bow slightly to her.

The next second.

Boom!

The two madmen on the ground ignited into roaring flames.

They struggled and wailed in the fire, with grotesque tentacles emerging from their bodies, then subjected to the roasting of the flames, shaking, twisting, until they turned to ash.

The woman’s eyes widened.

The young Gentleman walked away without any hurry, as if he were merely out for a stroll.

“Thank you! Sir!”

She called out in gratitude, but the Gentleman did not respond.

The woman took a deep breath, clutched the food she had scavenged from the bakery, and ran home.

And this Gentleman, a stranger she encountered by chance who had casually saved her life, left a lasting impression on her—one that she might not forget for a long time to come.

Mysterious and powerful, handsome and courteously polite.

At the top of a high-rise building on one side of the street, several pairs of eyes peered through the cracks behind the wooden-boarded windows, witnessing the scene unfolding below on the street.

“Shit! I recognize this guy! He’s the leader of the Circus, ‘Mr. Jack’!”

A blond-haired player exclaimed in surprise.

“How did he end up here?!”

“No idea.”

Several other players conversed.

“I’ve started recording; let’s go and follow this NPC. We might catch some interesting footage!”

“It would be even better if we could trigger some sort of quest!”

“I’ve always wanted to join this power, but I’ve never had the chance…”

The players whispered among themselves for a moment before they saw the blond-haired one turn around and run toward the door.

Seeing this, they exchanged glances and also quickly followed him out.

Chen Lun had already reached the end of the street.

He had noticed the sneaky little tails following him, but he simply curved his lips into a slight smile, paying them no mind.

There were plenty of players like them in the city, and to Chen Lun, it was nothing out of the ordinary.

Using his own senses and the owl circling above, he could easily capture the players’ every move.

After three months of transition, apart from some ordinary players who were experiencing life, the rest who aspired to become Transcendents, the “Adventurer” players, had all gained some combat strength to varying degrees.

Although Fallen Believers, upon transforming into ‘Tentacle Monsters’, were no less powerful than a Sequence Nine Transcendent, the players, adopting a righteous mob tactic, could still just about manage to carry out fixed point hunting.

These turbulent ‘Red Calamity’ areas were the players’ high-difficulty hunting grounds.

As long as they acted cautiously and avoided encountering clergy from the Red Apple Church, they could grind and level up quite well, and their gaming experience was rather good.

Chen Lun walked around the corner of the street, down a slope, and arrived at a square.

This was supposed to be the central park of Snow Crystal City, but all the statues and ornamental plants that had been used to decorate the cityscape were destroyed, lost their former beauty and tranquility.

The garden square was in ruins, with blood and small chunks of flesh staining every corner.

It created a horrifying and terrifying sight.

A tall, thin figure stood by the fountain at the center of the square.

He was dressed in a deep red bishop’s robe, and the fountain in front of him was filled with viscous blood.

A few bodies were lying around in all directions.

In the cold environment, both the bodies and the pieces of flesh scattered about the ground were frozen stiff, their surfaces covered with a layer of ice crystals.

Only the blood in the fountain was hot, boiling, and sending up thick steam.

Chen Lun’s eyes narrowed as he performed a Peek Life.

‘Bishop Bruno… also a “Sequence Six – Bloodline”, but he feels much more threatening to me than that Dr. Wozhuas.’

The lean figure took out a transparent multifaceted crystal goblet, laughed softly, and countless scarlet blood gases rose up from all around, weaving into strands of blood that converged into the goblet.

In the end, three glistening beads of blood formed, their sheen flowing yet immeasurably deep.

“Sin Blood… I still need more.”

Bishop Bruno turned around, revealing a grim smile exhaling white breath, gazing straight at Chen Lun.

Whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Without saying a word, Chen Lun raised his hand and threw out playing cards.

The tall and thin middle-aged man spread his hands, and from the fountain behind him, surged a blood wave several meters high, falling like a curtain, swallowing the spinning cards.

“Where did this Magician come from? Seeking your own death!”

Bishop Bruno waved his hand, and several streams of blood splashed out from the waves, crystallizing into red chips, flying straight back at Chen Lun.

This move was very much like Chen Lun’s Card Throwing Knife!

Whoosh whoosh!

Chen Lun raised his Silver Staff, knocking the incoming chips away with a clang.

‘Absorbing the enemy’s attack, and turning it into one’s own strength… That’s the ability of the “Gourmet”.’

A thought flashed through his mind.

The Bishop before him was different from any clergy of the Red Apple Church he had encountered before, giving off the impression of having mastered his Sequence completely through Integration Mastery.

Just then, the blood-red chips that were knocked away suddenly turned into bats in mid-air, flapping their wings and flying back. Their wings, sharp as blades, slashed towards Chen Lun’s neck.

A sliver of silver light flickered.

It weaved through the air, slicing through every single bat.

Without exception, the entire flock of bats was cleaved in two and fell.

Chen Lun had already entered his “Standard State.”

Eight white pythons danced wildly behind him, and the staff in his hands had transformed into a silver longsword.

“Is this some kind of ritual? Collecting ordinary people’s spirituality and blood for a sacrifice, just to resurrect your Pope Doromy Purness?”

Pale scales covered Chen Lun’s face.

He said coldly.

“The dead need not know too much.”

A low tone emanated from Bruno’s throat.

Boom!

He charged forward suddenly, trailing a curtain of blood behind him.

During the process, Bishop Bruno, wrapped in blood, transformed into a five-meter-tall Ghoul, and his appearance was starkly different from ordinary Ghouls.

Two pitch-black fangs protruded like those of a saber-toothed tiger.

His elongated claws on both hands were like ten black long knives.

The blood waves that wrapped around him fell onto his fur, dyeing it dark red.

A thunderous boom resonated.

The colossal Ghoul Beast collided with the figure sprouting eight white pythons.

The ground shook violently, filled with the clashing of swiftly moving claws and the Silver Sword, clanging loudly, sparks flying everywhere.

In the cold weather, a fervent white mist pervaded the air.

In the distance.

Players watched the scene in shock.

“Holy moly! A BOSS fight! Jack is clashing with the big shot of the Red Apple Church!”

“Could they both be injured and then we can try to snag an opportunity…”

“Are you freaking kidding me? Have you read too many novels? Wanting to reap the benefits of their fight? Do you seriously believe you wouldn’t get instakilled and sent back to the Resurrection Point the moment you stepped in?”

Huang Mao spat out with disdain.

Immediately, he uploaded a clip he had recorded to the game forum without any editing or post-production.

It had just been posted not long ago.

It hadn’t been ten seconds before people discovered this video and started to reply frantically.

“——Holy shit! What have I found?!”

“——It’s Mr. Jack! It’s Jack, taking on the Red Apple Church again! Hey, OP, where is this?”

“——Jack, come to our side! Fallen Believers overrun us; save the children!”

“——OP, keep filming the whole thing, you can submit it to ‘Susu.’ The material is top-notch, sure to make an explosive video!”

Boom!!

At that moment, the area of the garden where the battle raged emitted a loud noise.

Huang Mao and a few players looked closely and felt the heat wave hit their faces. The orange-red flames burned fiercely, filling their entire line of sight.

“Go, go, go! Move back! It’s freaking hot!”

They cried out, forced to retreat a distance and hide behind a large tree, peering out.

A Silver Sword ablaze with flames danced in the center; it slithered four or five meters long, akin to a flaming whip, furiously “lashing” at the massive Ghoul.

Bishop Bruno, struck by several swords, had his spurting blood and fur ignited.

But instead of weakening, he became even more ferocious and furious.

Ten sharp claws interwove and wildly waved.

“Die!!”

Jack’s “petite” figure was blown back repeatedly by the blows.

Everything in his path was destroyed.

The thunderous noise of the clash spread throughout the city, attracting numerous players to this location.

Meanwhile, Stan, Nalan, Cumberland, and others, having finished their hunting mission, also ran towards this place.

“Mr. Jack!”

Noah stood up from the rubble, turning his head towards the direction of the loud noise.

He had changed drastically.

His previously plump and tall body was gone, leaving behind a clean-cut youth about five feet tall with round glasses perched on his nose bridge, the very picture of an adorable young boy.

Underneath those lenses, his eyes revealed concern as he spoke:

“Captain Cixi, the Promotion Ceremony is over; let’s hurry… go check out where the loud noise came from!”

“Mm.”

Cixi nodded, gesturing.

The Silver Dragon Guard members who were cleaning up the battlefield swiftly packed their Flintlock Guns and regrouped to leave.

They left behind a landscape of devastated buildings.

The corpses of four or five Red-robed Monks were strewn all around, encircling a central Priest’s dead body; they were covered in various wounds, but eerily, they all bore serene expressions.

This was Noah’s Promotion Ceremony.

“Choosing to devour the opponent’s every attack during battle, and absorbing their last emotions before death, to complete a Mid Sequence promotion… It’s a risky ceremony, but Master Noah completed it with ease, quite remarkable.”

Cixi gazed at the running figure of the youth ahead with inward admiration.

After fighting side by side, the Captain of the Silver Dragon Guard had stopped underestimating the young master and regarded him as a Transcendent of equal standing.

“Mr. Kaibak… he was wrong.”

Cixi shook his head.