Jiang Chan, panting heavily, pulled the heavy axe, stained with blood and brain matter, from the dead man's head.
The axe blade was somewhat bent.
She let go, and the fire axe fell with a clatter onto the chandelier's iron frame.
Instead of rushing out, she leaned on the cold iron frame, slowly stood up, and walked to the swaying edge of the chandelier.
under.
The entire enormous ballroom had been transformed into a living hellish slaughterhouse.
The blood-red lights were still flashing, casting everything indistinct shadows, as if covered with a layer of blood scab.
The overwhelming stench of blood, mixed with the putrid smell of the monster, assaulted the senses, making one want to vomit.
The original color of the floor was completely obscured. It was covered in red, black, viscous blood, along with various unrecognizable chunks of flesh, severed limbs, and broken internal organs. It was slippery; one step on it would likely send you sliding a great distance.
The raging water ghosts, like a swarm of ravenous piranhas, roared as they rummaged through the pile of corpses, tearing and ripping them apart. They ripped off arms with their claws, stuffed them into their gaping mouths full of sharp teeth, and chewed them with a crunching sound.
A player who wasn't quite dead yet was being dragged along by two water ghosts, his intestines spilling out. He let out a series of incoherent screams and was quickly overwhelmed by more monsters.
The vengeful spirits, like wisps of black smoke, emitted piercing shrieks as they hovered and darted above the dance hall. Those who passed through them either instantly froze and collapsed, or clutched their heads and screamed madly, only to be quickly pounced upon and devoured by the water ghosts on the ground.
The decaying sailor, dressed in a tattered sailor shirt, dragged his heavy steps and swung his rusty iron hook and broken knife at anything that could move.
Player?
Where are there any decent player teams left!
The fierce infighting over the chandelier rope had already decimated them. Those who were lucky enough to survive were all wounded and moved slowly.
In this raging sea of monsters, they were like small wooden boats in a storm, easily smashed to pieces.
Jiang Chan saw a man in leather armor, holding a short knife, leaning against an overturned table in a final stand. He slashed down a water ghost that pounced on him, but was immediately attacked and bitten on the leg by another one from the side.
He screamed and bent over, then his head was smashed by a decaying sailor wielding a rusty anchor.
In another direction, a woman in a robe was screaming and throwing fireballs haphazardly, setting herself and her surroundings ablaze.
But this only attracted more monsters. A vengeful spirit shrieked as it passed through her body, and she fell like a puppet with its strings cut, instantly torn to pieces by several water ghosts.
There was no resistance, no hope.
All that's left is one-sided slaughter.
The piercing screams, the monster's roar, the cracking sound of bones being shattered, and that damned, perpetually off-key "Für Elise"... all mixed together to form a mad and desperate symphony of death.
It's all over.
The [Blood Slaughter] squad was wiped out.
The other players were almost all dead.
Her mission was accomplished.
Jiang Chan raised her hand.
The bunch of bright yellow, heavy brass keys were still in her hand.
The key was cold, and a thick, semi-congealed scab covered his teeth.
This thing is like a curse.
It attracted the greedy eyes of players, leading to countless cycles of slaughter and death.
It is the root of all the original owner's suffering.
Holding it, Jiang Chan felt no exhilarating satisfaction at avenging her great grudge; instead, she felt a profound emptiness and desolation. Like a beach devastated after a storm, only broken trash remained.
With her last bit of strength, she held the bunch of keys, stained with both old and new blood, high above her head.
The cold metal chain dangled down and touched her forehead.
Then, like throwing away trash, she swung her arm forward violently!
The brass keychain traced a short, slightly curved line of light in the air, passed over the swaying edge of the chandelier, and plummeted straight down into the vortex at the very center of the dance floor below, where the monsters were most concentrated!
Snap.
The sound of the key hitting the ground was so faint as to be almost inaudible amidst the frantic screams and chewing sounds.
But that tiny movement was like a drop of water being poured into a pot of boiling oil.
moment!
The closest water ghosts suddenly stopped tearing at the corpse, their scarlet eyes fixed on the string of shiny things on the ground!
greedy!
An instinctive greed for "player quest items"!
"Roar—!!!" A strong water ghost that was closest to the key let out a low roar and its claws reached out with lightning speed to grab the key!
"Hiss!" Another, even faster vengeful spirit transformed into a wisp of black smoke, also trying to snatch the key!
"Bang!" A decaying sailor wielding an iron hook sent the first water ghost flying with a single hook!
"Agh!" The water ghost, sent flying, angrily pounced on the decaying sailor!
confusion!
The spot where the key fell instantly became a new and even bloodier battlefield vortex!
The monsters, who were tearing apart the player's corpse, were drawn to the small key and began to attack, bite, and fight each other frantically! It was even more chaotic and violent than before!
The key was trampled, snatched, and tossed about in the blood... like a trivial lure, yet it ignited the monsters' final frenzy.
Jiang Chan stood on the edge of the tall chandelier, coldly watching the new chaos that she herself had ignited below.
This is the last "gift" she left for this hellish dungeon.
The cold, impersonal system notifications flashed through her mind.
The light and shadow began to swirl and distort around her body.
The blood-red lights in the dance hall, the roars of monsters, the frenzied fighting, and that distorted music box music... everything was rapidly fading, blurring, and receding.
It's like watching a bloody silent film through a thick layer of frosted glass.
In the last second before consciousness was completely withdrawn.
Jiang Chan's gaze finally fell on the brass key that was rolling around in the monster's claws and bloodstains, being frantically fought over like trash.
The corners of her mouth twitched upwards very slightly.
There is no temperature.
Then.
The world suddenly fell silent.
All sounds, lights, smells... all disappeared.
There was no sound, no wind, no up, down, left, or right.
There was no physical sensation, no fatigue, no pain, and no emotional fluctuation from the killing just now.
It's like it's been completely formatted and reset.
The terrifying cruise ship filled with a sea of blood, the screams of the players, the roars of the monsters—it all seemed like a distant and insignificant nightmare…
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