Saving the World in an Apocalypse-Style Text Game-Chapter 809 - 388: Lord Cain’s Aesthetic of Violence, Beyond the Battlefield

Chapter 809: Chapter 388: Lord Cain’s Aesthetic of Violence, Beyond the Battlefield

Lin Xun narrowed his eyes, a decision already made in his heart.

It would be a pity to let such a good battery-like shell slip through his fingers so easily.

If Amos had allied with him first to take down Agabus, Lin Xun would have remembered their past friendship and given him a chance to win in the end, when they were forced to duel by the rules.

But this guy’s first thought was to betray his teammate, and no matter how magnanimous Lin Xun might have been, he would not tolerate such behavior.

In the Disciple War, no, it should be said in all PK Chapters, after an Apostle died, their shell would directly disintegrate and disappear.

To obtain the shell of this battery-like undead mage, Lin Xun could not acquire it through normal means.

What couldn’t be done in the game didn’t mean it was impossible in reality, though.

Ordinary Apostles, lacking the unique possession ability of Thousand Faces and Million Forms, couldn’t inhabit a body even if they saw the enemy’s corpse in reality.

But Lin Xun was different; he had instances of killing ’engineers’ to seize their shells quite early on.

In reality, after an Apostle died, their shell would gradually decline and dissipate, but the rate of dissipation was much slower than in the game, making it possible to achieve possession with the talent of Thousand Faces and Million Forms. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

However, to complete the operation of seizing the shell in reality, one had to wait until after the Disciple War was over.

...

The island where the Disciple War was held was quite large, its area estimated to be that of a small city.

The Ninth Disciple, Agabus, along with his only follower, was swiftly searching through the jungle, trying to catch the only two remaining bottom-rung disciples.

In the ’Soul Extinguishing Option,’ aside from him and his follower, only the Eleventh Disciple Amos and the Twelfth Disciple Cain were left, their followers having died in battle.

Analyzing the battle situation based on the content displayed in the option, it seemed that Amos encountered the Tenth Disciple Jeremiah shortly after the start and fell into a desperate fight.

Amos was not as strong as Jeremiah and didn’t have enough followers, so he was harshly suppressed by Jeremiah, leading to the consecutive deaths of his two followers.

Just when Amos couldn’t hold on any longer, Cain, on the same front, arrived just in time. Together, they launched a fatal blow and turned the tables, killing Jeremiah.

With Jeremiah’s death, his three followers also died due to the associated punishment of ’Soul Annihilation.’

Agabus quickly analyzed the most reasonable battle situation.

"Hmph! You think by combining the strength of two people you can stand against me?"

"Today I’ll teach you a lesson... A Demigod is an existence that mortals cannot defeat!"

Agabus didn’t care about the coalition of the two lowest-ranking disciples. As long as they had not stepped into the Semi-God Realm, it didn’t matter if two disciples joined forces or even five or ten; he was confident he could slay them all!

The fact that he only brought one follower to this Disciple War showcased his immense confidence in his own power.

As long as he killed the remaining two,

While he was painstakingly searching for the two lowest-ranking disciples, suddenly, there came a significant commotion of battle from afar.

At this time, there were only four people left on the entire island.

He and his follower were here, so the identity of the two sides fighting in the distance was self-evident.

Agabus couldn’t help but laugh out loud, "These two really don’t know when to give up. Instead of joining forces against the common enemy, they’ve turned on each other."

"Are all the newly-promoted disciples this stupid?"

"Since that’s the case, let me on behalf of my Lord clear out these unqualified rejects... They don’t deserve to enter the ’New World’!"

As a Demigod, Agabus had long understood the true nature and the truth about Doomsday from the Librarian.

At that moment, he truly appreciated the painstaking intentions of his Lord.

Yes, no matter how powerful an Apostle might be, they could not contend with those Gods who were terrifying to the extreme, powerful to the utmost.

It was sheer folly for those official Apostles to think about taking on such formidable foes; it was preposterous.

He was determined to grow stronger, until he was worthy of following his Lord to the true ’New World.’

As for these two extremely foolish lowest-ranking Apostles, they were not fit to go to the New World at all!

Agabus did not hurry to the battlefield as fast as he could but leisurely strolled there with his follower.

When the final victor emerged from the strife between the two lowest-ranking Apostles and saw him, their facial expressions were sure to be priceless!

With this thought in mind, Agabus slowly made his way to the battlefield.

After a long wait, the commotion of the distant battle finally ceased.

Nevertheless, Agabus did not receive any news of death from either of the two opponents through the ’Soul Extinguishing Option.’

"Tsk tsk, these two are really just a pair of bumbling fools, fighting for so long without a victor, it’s quite laughable," he said.

Agabus’s patience was nearly exhausted, and he was too tired to play the game of benefiting from others’ disputes anymore.

He hurried on at full speed and left his follower behind, arriving at the battlefield ahead of him.

[...]

[The battle in the distance had ceased, and the surrounding area was a complete mess, with most of the trees withered and dry.]

[The whole vicinity of the battlefield was permeated with a thick indissoluble scarlet aura...]

[You look towards the center of the battlefield, where two figures emitting red light stand atop a ground littered with Broken Bone.]

[One is clad in a black robe, holding a short wand, and around the Magic Wand, there are faint cries and wails of tormented souls...]

[You’ve discovered the ’Eleventh Disciple Amos’!]

[The other figure, carrying a broad crimson greatsword, is the source of the endless scarlet aura that spreads across the entire battlefield!]

[In its presence, the ’Eleventh Disciple Amos’ looks like a child who has done something wrong, compelled to obey, with no choice but to listen quietly and not to act out of turn.]