Global Game: I Can Choose Instance Rewards-Chapter 536 - 367: Battle, Striking Out

The battle continues on the desert fringes of the gathering place.

Ever since the frail white mage discovered that his attacks could be reflected back at him, he has felt somewhat restrained.

He has spent most of his energy using Acceleration Skill to escape the pursuit of the muscular native youth, and tried some low-intensity magic to probe the opponent, but the muscular native youth directly ignored his attacks and continued charging at him, making it hard for him to uncover the enemy’s background, let alone support other teammates.

"Zakharova! Hurry and help me hold him back!"

Seeing that this enemy is indeed difficult to handle alone, the white mage decides to call for a teammate, specifically the powerful white female warrior he previously supported with Spiritual Defense Skill. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Leave it to me!"

The white female warrior, wielding two axes and clad in heavy armor, immediately storms through the wall of the tin shed she was in, charging out savagely and swiftly, unleashing tremendous speed toward the muscular native youth chasing the white mage, forcibly halting him with her axes.

"Watch out! He might have the ability to reflect attacks!"

As soon as the frail white mage escapes danger, he quickly advises the female warrior of the intelligence he knows.

From this, it is clear that their team coordination is quite seamless; when one is in trouble, the other definitely comes to support, and there are no internal conflicts.

Meanwhile, inside another tin shed, an unassuming middle-aged yellow-skinned man is crouching with closed eyes inside a wardrobe, appearing to hide from chaos but actually preparing for an attack.

In fact, he is the native who recently launched a mental attack on the white female warrior and the black shooter. At that time, he nearly took out the target and completed his superiors’ orders, but the attack was suddenly interrupted in the final step.

"This time, I will focus all my power on a single target."

Hidden in the wardrobe, he thinks to himself, believing that he will surely succeed this time, but suddenly notices that outside the wardrobe several mosquitoes appear that shouldn’t be there.

These mosquitoes fly extremely fast, dashing straight into the gap of the wardrobe door he is hiding in, and they make no noise while flying.

"Not good! Mental Shock!"

As a perceptive spirit-type ability user, the middle-aged yellow-skinned man instantly realizes that a swarm of bizarre mosquitoes is outside, wreaking havoc, and immediately shifts his prepared long-range attack to target them, converting it into a wide-range attack to eliminate all the strange mosquitoes approaching him.

These tiny summoned mosquitoes are instantly destroyed by massive mental damage to their nervous system, falling helplessly into the gap of the wardrobe door like grains of dust, no longer posing a threat.

Taking the opportunity, the middle-aged spirit ability user opens the wardrobe door, ready to run out and relocate, since his current position has undoubtedly been discovered, and his perceptive power confirms that there are no other mosquitoes or enemies around, making it the perfect time to find another hiding place.

However, as he just passes through the wardrobe door, he suddenly observes the changes in the mosquitoes he dealt with earlier—their corpses seem like tiny ashes emitting faint green smoke, spreading unusually quickly into the surrounding air, bringing undisguised danger!

"Spirit Shield!"

The middle-aged ability user realizes he was careless and swiftly activates his abilities to form an invisible defense on his body, despite his ability type not being adept at such things; he dares not hesitate.

Subsequently, under this fragile protection, he quickly runs outside, relying on his strong perception to determine the optimal action route, particularly paying attention to nearby shooters’ positions, to avoid being hit by stray bullets.

But all his careful precautions are undone in the next instant because he doesn’t know that the black shooter player has learned his hiding location through the white summoner’s mosquito communication, and once a shooter player knows his exact location, getting shot is almost guaranteed.

Amidst chaotic gunshots and explosions, a seemingly ordinary bullet flies at high speed from afar, slicing through the air, drawing a highly exaggerated curve, first penetrating the fragile gauze window of the tin shed, then precisely striking the middle-aged spirit ability user’s head from the side through the predetermined curve, instantly penetrating his Spirit Shield, causing his skull to explode and killing him on the spot.

A native ability user, out!

Such events are presumably unknown to those outside, but in the dark sky above, the spectacled young man in a white coat floating there slightly changes his expression, murmuring:

"Yet another waste... mass-produced ability users are indeed useless... at most they can help gather intelligence on outsiders for me..."

From his words, it can be inferred that he is not merely watching the show; in fact, he is the one who dispatched powerful ability users to help the common natives resist the players, but he hasn’t chosen to take action himself, considering the players have diverse methods, and he needs to gather intelligence before making a move.

While the chess player in the sky observes the overall situation, the chaotic ground battle continues, and the situation has visibly shifted toward the four foreign players, as they have taken down one native after another who dared to attack them, while the natives’ offensives against them have been entirely neutralized.