"Get out of my way! This is mine!"
"Die, you scum!"
"Get out of my way!"
Magic orbs flew everywhere, daggers and short swords slashed wildly, and gunshots and the sounds of flesh being torn apart mingled with the roars of monsters, creating a chaotic symphony of death!
Where are the teammates now? Where is the cooperation now? Everyone is bloodthirsty, only wanting to kill anyone in their way, only wanting to be the first to climb that rope!
A woman in leather armor had just grabbed a rusty iron chain and hadn't even had a chance to climb up when an ice spike flew from behind and pierced her calf! She screamed and fell to the ground, instantly overwhelmed by several water ghosts that pounced on her. Her screams stopped abruptly, leaving only the grating sound of tearing flesh.
A burly man wielding a tower shield roared as he smashed through the monster and two players in front of him, about to grab another rope.
Suddenly, he slipped and looked down to find the ground splattered with thick, black engine oil! With a splat, his massive body fell backward, and the tower shield flew out of his hand.
The vengeful spirit beside him let out a sharp laugh, turned into black smoke, and entered his wide-open mouth... His body convulsed violently a few times and then stopped moving.
In the chaos, an exceptionally fierce figure, like a wounded bear, smashed through the fighting crowd!
It's Scarface, the "Blood Butcher"!
His arm, still bleeding from the scratches inflicted by the water ghost, bore several more bloody marks on his face, but his eyes held an even more ferocious and crazed expression. The steel machete in his hand was stained with blood, whether from the monster or a player, it was unclear.
He spotted a dangling rope—his chosen escape route! At the same time, a foolish fellow grabbed the bottom of the rope alongside him.
"Die!" Scarface's eyes flashed with ferocity. He flipped his wrist, and the cleaver came down with a vicious gust of wind!
Pfft!
The player's severed arm, which was gripping the rope, flew through the air! Blood gushed out! The player let out a bloodcurdling scream, almost inhuman. (The knife...)
Scarface didn't even glance at him. He kicked the screaming player towards the undead sailor rushing towards him from behind, and at the same time used the momentum to leap upwards!
His strong arms unleashed astonishing power, and he climbed at an incredible speed! The screams, fighting sounds, and monster roars below seemed to become his background music.
He had only one thought in his mind: Climb up! Squeeze into that mezzanine! Survive!
Bang!
His veined hands finally reached the edge of the chandelier's massive metal base! With a sudden burst of strength, he flipped his body up like an ape, tumbling awkwardly into the narrow, cramped space where only one person could barely crouch down!
Buzz...
Just as his body fully entered the mezzanine, in an inconspicuous corner of the mezzanine's inner wall, an irregularly shaped fragment of runes, embedded in a metal frame and resembling shards of glass, flickered extremely faintly.
A transparent ripple, almost invisible to the naked eye and like water, spread rapidly from the fragment, enveloping the small metal box.
The deafening sounds of battle and the roars of monsters outside seemed to be instantly shut out, transporting us to another world!
It's quiet!
Scarface leaned against the cold metal wall, panting heavily, his chest heaving. Sweat and blood mingled and slid down his face.
The wounds on his arm from the water ghost's scratches burned painfully, but at that moment he felt a huge sense of exhaustion and ecstasy from surviving a disaster!
It was a success!
He survived!
This safe spot is real! The rules are in effect! Those damn monsters can't "feel" him anymore!
He couldn't help but grin, revealing a mouthful of blood-stained teeth, and let out a suppressed yet manic "hoarse" laugh. He leaned forward slightly, looking down—
Beneath the crystal chandelier, the dance floor had been completely transformed into a bloody slaughterhouse!
The horde of monsters overwhelmed almost all the resistance fighters. Only three or four players remained, huddled back-to-back in a small circle, desperately waving their weapons in a futile struggle.
Their magic was long gone, their weapons were dulled, and each of them bore terrible wounds, their eyes filled only with numbness and fear. The monsters surrounded them, toying with their dying prey, each pounce sending a storm of blood and gore through the air.
The smile on Scarface's face became even more sinister.
Look! This is what happens to the weak! And he survived! He is the strong one! He is the winner! Once this "midnight revelry" is over, he can take the key and claim the final reward from the dungeon!
Although they lost team members this time, as long as they cleared the level, all the losses would be worthwhile! He even started planning how to use the remaining players to distract the monsters…
Just as he was immersed in his fantasy of imminent victory, at the moment when the smile on his lips was at its most intense—
A figure, like a weightless ghost, silently landed on the narrow metal edge of the mezzanine entrance.
The light shone up from the blood-red dance floor below, outlining the slender, petite figure. The rough black maid's skirt swayed slightly in the flickering light of the chandelier.
The sneer on Scarface's face froze instantly! It was as if an invisible hand had gripped his neck tightly!
He suddenly raised his head!
The crimson light shone through the crystal pendant, casting flickering patterns on the man's face. But he could see those eyes clearly—
Cold! Hollow! There was not a trace of human emotion inside, only a bottomless chill that seemed to have frozen countless cycles of death!
It's that cleaning maid!
That low-level NPC who should have been crushed and thrown away like trash by them!
When did she get up here?! How did she get up here?!
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