Vanguard of the Eternal Night-Chapter Ch133 - ...

Chapter Ch133 - …

translator: xiin

editors: kara

Finally, the dart cut through the cold, damp air and attacked the cheetah, who was falling in mid-air.

The cheetah twisted its waist in an incredibly flexible movement and even managed to narrowly evade the dart––

The dart scraped across the cheetah’s ear, curved like an arrow, and disappeared into the darkness.

Immediately after that, Green Dumpling was shocked and caught off guard!

A new danger had approached suddenly. It had started with a thin line that hindered his movements, then grew to become a big net that headed towards the cheetah’s head while he was stuck in mid-air and had nowhere to borrow force from to change directions.

“It landed!” The commentator shouted.

The last dart hadn’t been aimed at the druid but rather at a suspended steel wire behind him!

The steel wire had been held in place by two darts. As the new dart landed and broke the fragile balance, it swung downwards, triggering another steel wire that seemed to have been hanging there loosely, causing it to tighten to the limit….

A domino effect was triggered. It was only a small amount of power, but it could cause a hundred times the impact.

This moment was like a drop of mercury. The pearl would splash, causing an incomparably fluid effect, making it so that people couldn’t move their gazes away.

It was such a subtle serial trap, yet it allowed Odin to flexibly and actively control the timing of when it closed in on the enemy!

At this moment, he had the last steel wire in one hand as he came around from behind the stone pillar––

As he walked, the wire began to tighten fatally around its prey!

“This technique, it’s very similar to chain formation!” The commentator spoke excitedly.

The other commentator pointed out, “No, it should be called ‘chain arrow’. I remember that it’s very demanding and requires a very strong geometric computing ability. It was first popular in the Earth District.”

“I really had never thought that Lord Four had once dealt with the chain arrow technique before and now has come up with an evolved version without saying a thing!”

Compared to the chain arrow, darts and steel wires were smaller targets, and the required accuracy of the calculation and landing points was doubled. Even those who were experienced in dealing with traps such as Green Dumpling had never thought that Odin could create a remotely controlled trap in such a short time!

At this time, the cheetah had completely lost its balance. Its upper body was entangled in the steel wires, and it fell directly to the ground, struggling with the net in vain.

––Green Dumpling’s transformation ability had been used a second ago when he switched from eagle to cheetah form, and he was unable to transform again at this time to escape.

By the time his transformation ability’s cooldown ended, it would be too late!

Odin’s speed was too fast. He used one hand to tighten this death trap as he neared the druid.

The steel wire’s ability to shrink was limited. As Odin continued to walk, it tightened as much as it could and then finally broke––

At the same time, the system judged that the druid had taken a huge hit, and he lost another 30% of his health!

After the steel wire broke, Green Dumpling still wanted to fight, but he was now a perfect example of &#k2018;a beast caught in a net’.

How could Odin let off such a clumsy prey, who still had half of a net wrapped around his body? He used Flash to come forward, and then, Song of Triumph’s cry could be heard.

Shadow Dance!

Twelve-hit combo!

Green Dumpling had no way to dodge. When it came to blade fighting, he definitely wasn’t Odin’s opponent!

During this gorgeous combo, the druid turned into an eagle one last time and was finally able to break away from the remains of the net, flying to the nearby statue of the sea god that held the last lamp.

The sea god’s gaze was downcast as he looked at everything in the temple with compassion.

The eagle had only flown a few meters at a low altitude when a piercing sound rang out from behind him––

The short sword, Song of Triumph, flew through the sky, cruelly piercing through one of the eagle’s wings and nailing it to the statue!

Following the eagle’s fierce cry, the invisible second countdown suddenly stopped at a key number.

One minute.

The magic lamp in the sea god’s hand extinguished in response!

The eagle was nailed there. Looking down, he could see Odin’s figure blur suddenly before melting completely into the shadows.

The sky collapsed, and there was a roaring sound everywhere. The cold air from the deep sea instantly covered what little air was left. The sound of the tide surged out from behind Odin like an ancient beast roaring wildly in the dark.

The water had already begun to pour in!

The sound of Odin’s footsteps was clean and crisp. He arrived in front of the eagle, and the dagger, Deep Silence, passed by quietly and gently––

When the druid turned into a streak of light and flew off, the screen was still scrolling like mad, “Ahhhhhh, hold on for a while! Green Dumpling!”

“Water water water water water, yes yes yes yes…”

“I’m begging you to live for a little while longer! It’s going to be wet, it’s going to be wet! Gods up above, it’s really not easy for us to wait for materials!”

“It wasn’t easy to encounter a seafloor map! I! Will! Hold! On! For! One! Second!”

… However, there wasn’t one second.

Just when the sea roared in, and the initial wave was about to touch Lord Four’s clothes with its endless white foam, unfortunately, the scene was shut down by the system.

The two players were teleported back onto the stage.

The sea water hadn’t even touched the great demon king’s clothes!

“……” The rainy day cult collectively fell silent. They maintained their ‘strong and intense’ expression as they entered this silence, acting like stone carvings that were conspicuously embedded in the audience.

The master assassin returned to the stage and discovered that today’s public screen was extraordinarily quiet.

During days when the rainy day cult wasn’t there, the remaining fans had extremely low fighting power. They only knew how to ‘lick lick lick’ ––No, wait, ‘lick lick lick’ wasn’t acceptable either! ––the old antique began to wonder when his bottom line had gotten so low.

It seemed the proportion of rational e-sports fans had suddenly become higher. They were in the midst of discussing, “What is the name of the pseudo-chain arrow technique from just now?”

“That druid will stop at the top 20 this time. To tell the truth, his playing style really doesn’t conform to the e-sports spirit. Unfortunately, there’s been no way to deal with him––this time, however, Green Dumpling had simply kicked an iron plate. I’m feeling heartache in advance for his next opponent.”

“I’m feeling even more heartache for the great demon king’s next opponent! Green Dumpling’s play style is very difficult to deal with, but Lord Four’s lack of play style is even harder to deal with––Lord Four is really that type of ‘winning with no moves against those with moves’, who wins based on game consciousness. He never plays any sort of routine, and I’ve never seen anyone who can improvise like that yet keep on winning all the way into the top eight of the National Championships… Regardless of who he’s matched up with later, he’s already made it into the top 10.”

The two commentators looked at the public screen and answered questions while thinking to themselves: My god, today’s public screen is so serious, we’re really not used to it!

A moment later, the host asked Lord Four for his speech.

Odin was expressionless as he refused to accept the microphone that was shaped like a fairy wand, “……”

––He didn’t even want to toss over a ‘No’. Stupid, interstellar humans!

Public screen: “Heeheeheehee! Today’s iceberg face is particularly different! Taking a screenshot!”

“The great demon king is simply the cutest!”

Commentators: “…….” Yep, this style was more like it.

……

Tyron quickly returned to the audience. The first thing he did was lift up the cat that was seated in his spot and look at it expressionlessly.

The cat: “……”

Tyron: “……”

Cat: “… Meow meow meow?”

Tyron set the cat back onto the ground and picked up Victor instead. Without saying another word, he held him up in a princess carry and headed home.

The hairs all over Victor’s body stood on end. He was red from his ears all the way to his neck, and he really couldn’t hold onto the cold war anymore. He spoke in a low voice, “There’s lots of people, lots of people, lots of people! Put, put, put me down…”

The old antique glanced back at the cat that had been tossed aside and suddenly picked up his pace, going faster and faster until he disappeared around a corner on the street.

Victor: “… Cat! The cat!”

The cat that had just had the fur at the nape of its neck pinched together froze for a long time before suddenly coming back to its senses and squirming away.

After running back to the house while holding someone in his arms all in one go, even the old antique, who had amazing physical strength, was a little tired. He huffed and panted as he entered the house and kicked the door closed behind him.

Victor was dizzy from the change in direction and was tossed onto the sofa. Before he could figure out what was going on, he was suddenly pressed down again.

Victor: “Let, let go of me… you, you, you, I, I, I…”

“Shh.” Tyron was short of breath. He pressed a finger onto his mouth to stop him from talking, then took off his coat, and covered Victor completely with his body.

Victor was ‘kabedon’-ed into the sofa. He felt as though he was being watched by a beast and forced into a corner of the wall.

Tyron looked at him with a pair of flashing golden eyes, then kept up his kabedon posture as he started to do pushups on the sofa.

Push! Ups!

Victor could see the face of his old antique drawing closer, and the other’s heavy breath blew over his neck, but in the next second, it was suddenly far away, then close again. It was like there was a burning breath that passed over directly, causing his chest to heat up as well.

Victor: “……” He…He was going to die.

While doing pushups, Tyron gasped and said, “I bullied you yesterday… and, you’re angry, hm?”

This ‘hm’ was simply a rumble that came from deep in his chest. It was magnetic and deep, shaking Victor from his neck all the way down to his tail vertebrae.

Victor’s scalp was numb, and his entire body felt heated, “I… I just… casually… got a little, little bit angry?”

After having said that, the little demon in Victor’s inner heart thumped his head against the wall a hundred times. What the hell was ‘a little, little bit angry’?! Ah, Victor! You spineless thing! You clearly think that you can’t keep indulging the old antique’s bad habit of tricking people! Why!? Why does it sound like you were the one who did something wrong as soon as you opened your mouth!?

“Oh…” Tyron gave a low laugh and continued to do more pushups. “I do like bullying you.”

Victor: “……”

This old villain! What did those two sentences mean when they were placed together? Wasn’t it just like saying, ‘Yes, indeed, I know that I was wrong, but I’m not going to change’?!

Victor wanted to go crazy, but he also wanted to cry as he discovered he was really spineless.

It was because the old antique was doing these pushups too close to him, and his pushups were dropping even lower––his burning body seemed to just about stick to Victor’s but would leave after a brief moment. When he exerted his strength, the muscles of his chest and arms showed smooth curves that seemed to be coated in a thin layer of sweat under the lighting, beautiful and almost erotic. He started to sweat, and a small bead of moisture slipped down his neck to land suddenly on Victor’s collarbone.

Victor felt as though he’d been scalded. He shivered involuntarily, and then, his very honest and diligent body got hard.

Tyron remained pressed over his body as he exercised, gasping into his ear, his tone carrying a smile, “Do you want me to bully you?”