Silent Hill:
An area filled with lifeless silence, a remote wilderness.
The entire mountain range looks as if it was scorched by a fire, black and charred.
All that ets the eye is darkness and desolation.
Tombstones stand tall among the forest, wild grass grows anew.
Ugly-faced, lifeless zombies shuttle back and forth, occasionally emitting eerie roars.
The presence of these zombies adds a bizarre color to the forest.
Deep within Silent Hill, the crisp sound of footsteps on dry twigs suddenly breaks the silence.
The figure that suddenly appears steps forward and stands firmly in front of what seems to be an ordinary mountain wall.
A pale hand brushes aside the dead grass on the wall, revealing an ancient and smooth stone monunt.
Upon seeing the monunt, the figure lets out a cold, emotionless laugh:
"It’s really here."
At that mont, an ugly-faced zombie suddenly notices the figure, its sunken eyes glowing red, arms outstretched as it limps forward, occasionally letting out an eerie shout.
This is a challenge to the intruder.
Rotten Zombie Lv36
Life Value: 8000/8000
As the clouds disperse, the white moonlight spills down from the sky.
A handso, pale face shines brightly under the moonlight.
The corner of his mouth slightly curls upwards as a gigantic Scythe of Death suddenly appears beside the man, declared by the moonlight’s reflection.
A flash of red light streaks past.
"Blood Red Cross Slash"
"Slash!"
"-1500" Critical Strike~
"Slash!"
"-1050"
The scythe carves an arc in the void and is swung down towards the charging zombie.
The zombie stumbles back half a step, but then quickly rushes fearlessly towards the man again, roaring.
The man extends his hand, and the scythe automatically flies to his hand.
Then, the man directly throws the giant scythe towards the charging zombie.
"Dance in the Air Slash"
"Slash, slash, slash..."
"-530"
"-530"
"-530"
...
The rapidly spinning scythe pierces the zombie’s abdon, each damage number floats red above the zombie’s head.
When the man extends his hand to summon back the scythe, the zombie’s health has started to turn red.
And the zombie sways its body, once again ’viciously’ raises its decayed hands, and charges at the man.
"Hmph!"
The man lets out a cold snort, reverses the grip on the scythe, and charges at the zombie.
Stopping suddenly just half a ter in front of the zombie, he skids a two-inch mark in the ground.
Then he powerfully swings the giant scythe, a red glow flashes past the zombie’s neck.
"Scythe of Punishnt"
"Slash"
"-2100" Critical Strike/Weakness Attack
The once ’ferocious’ zombie suddenly stands still, unmoving.
The red light in the zombie’s eyes suddenly dissipates, revealing the originally rotten sunken sockets.
The scythe in the man’s hand turns into white light and disperses.
Simultaneously, the man steadies himself and turns towards the stone monunt behind him.
"Bang!"
In the instant the man turns, the zombie collapses powerlessly backward, scattering so materials and a few pieces of ordinary equipnt around its body.
An eerie wind blows, bringing a chill to the dim environnt.
Regarding everything that just happened, the man acts as though he only did sothing insignificant.
Then he calmly retrieves a strangely shaped stone from his person and places it into a recess on the stone monunt.
After completing this, the man steps back two paces.
At that ti, a chanical sound seems to emanate from within the monunt:
"Creak... creak, creak..."
Dust and stones on the mountain start to fall, accompanied by a loud rumbling sound from within the mountain.
Several vultures, feeding on carrion, seem to sense so kind of danger, continually taking flight from the mountain and leaving.
At that mont, cryptic and elusive symbols flash on the monunt’s surface, but soon disappear.
Suddenly!
An ugly fist breaks through the smooth monunt.
Not long after, a sowhat grating voice cos from inside:
"Finally, I can see the light of day again, hehehe..."
"Casar, this ti I definitely will not let you go, nor the Hundred Races Alliance!"
A terrifying creature, half-human, half-zombie, appears in front of the man.
Joseph Star Lv???
Corpse Demon Race Clan Leader
At that mont, the man hurriedly bows to the grotesque creature that was difficult to distinguish as human or demon:
"Satan J, the 9th successor of the Corpse Demon Race, pays respect to the ancestor."
...
In a picturesque mountain landscape, a team of nearly a hundred people is trekking through.
"According to the map, it should be nearby, right?"
Shengshi Drunkard repeatedly examines the map, frowning deeply.
At that mont, a Thief manifests in front of Shengshi Drunkard,
"Drunkard boss, I discovered a village over there, I suspect that’s our destination."
Drunkard glances at the map and then in the direction pointed out by the Thief.
Beside Drunkard, Shengshi Wei Xiao says:
"This treasure map is from hundreds of years ago, many parts are already blurred."
"But judging from the position, it should be right here."
At this mont, Shengshi Wei Xiao’s slender jade hand is pointing at a location on the map.
Pausing for a mont, Shengshi Drunkard puts away the map and says:
"Let’s go, take a look."
Shengshi Wei Xiao reminds the guild team:
Shengshi Wei Xiao (Guild): "Everyone, be careful not to startle the surrounding small monsters."
Currently, a group of elite monsters, each around Level 38, is roaming nearby.
While the average level of this team is only Level 20.
Originally, Shengshi Drunkard brought over three hundred people for this expedition.
But now, only this group remains, the hardships along the way are clear.
The group cautiously follows behind the Thief, avoiding small monsters when possible, and aggressively slaughtering when necessary, even if it ans losing people, there’s no other option.
A re hundred-ter distance takes nearly ten minutes for the team to reach the location.
Passing through a dense cluster of trees, the view suddenly widens.
In the distance, several simple wooden houses stand.
In the village center, smoke rises steadily.
Displayed as rebels, humans are busy coming and going, seemingly cooking as if preparing a al.
At that mont, a flag in the village catches Drunkard’s attention.
He quickly retrieves the map from his bag and, after so comparison, whispers excitedly:
"Found it, this is the place."
Shengshi Wei Xiao looks towards the village, her face full of worry:
"The monsters here are Level 40, I roughly counted, there are thirty to forty targets."
Shengshi Wei Xiao glances at the guild mbers beside her, saying in a low tone:
"With our current strength, I’m afraid we can’t take this place."
Upon hearing this, Shengshi Drunkard shows a determined expression:
"Deploy reinforcents imdiately."
The Shengshi Dynasty has nearly two thousand mbers, Shengshi Drunkard says with overbearing aura:
"Even if it costs lives, I must capture this place today."
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