The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 286 - 279: The Anger of an ARPG Player

"All your followers are dead, so what are you still doing here?"

Liu Zheng curled his lips as he spoke.

This guy isn’t just here to make up the numbers, right?

A lightbulb went off in his head.

If that were the case, Liu Zheng wasn’t so worried.

The entity behind him clearly held a much higher status than that of a rural, native Evil God.

And even if the Gospel was ineffective, he still had the Golden Star Tank dal.

Liu Zheng touched the pentagram on his chest, firm to the touch but not cold.

However, that blood-red moonlight had no intention of shining on him.

Soon, thick blood began to ooze from the neck of the Headless Angel, flowing down its shoulders and arms, all the way onto the bottle, making it seem as though it was flowing out from the bottle itself.

The blood, glowing amber under the moonlight, dripped into Dickens’s mouth, resembling a mother feeding her child milk.

And the originally extinguished embers within flared up once more, fueled by the nourishnt, spewing crimson flas from within.

"Ah!"

Dickens trembled, letting out a cry that was indistinguishable between pain and pleasure.

"Fuck!"

Liu Zheng cursed as well.

Second phase, right? Locking blood resurrection, right? Playing dirty, right?

I killed you once, I can kill you a second ti.

Your blessings are limited, but my flesh is endless!

Liu Zheng shook his now healed head and charged toward Dickens.

The opponent wasn’t recovering as fast as him, only managing to open his eyes when Liu Zheng approached the chair.

Liu Zheng swung his tentacle like cracking a whip, hooking onto his two knives and then forcefully pulling them back.

"Ow!"

Both the sawtoothed butcher knife and the boning knife were pulled out, the wounds, which had been healing under the influence of Divine Blood, reopened, eliciting a scream from Dickens.

It raised a beastly claw, moving as though swiping at an image, and swatted down at Liu Zheng.

"You think you can hit ?"

He directly sliced off a section of tentacle, sprinkling blood toward Dickens.

"Filth blood!"

Dickens, terrified, hair standing on end, no longer cared to continue indulging in the Divine Blood and leaped straight from the chair, bounding to the other side of the hall.

"With that little courage, you still think to partake in the Holy al? The real Holy Blood is right here, co drink it if you dare," Liu Zheng taunted, raising his blood-dripping tentacle, a cold sneer on his face.

Huge flas burned on him.

But unlike the sinister Blood Fla on Dickens, the flas around Liu Zheng were bright and glorious, akin to the light of the sun.

Because it was indeed the brilliance of the Sun God "Ra," a last resort from Dr. Nile, a descendant of "Ra."

If it weren’t for owing Liu Zheng a huge favor and being very optimistic about his future, Dr. Nile would not have placed such a heavy bet.

As for what triggered the "Angry Fire Burning Body" state, he wasn’t quite sure.

It was possibly the rage of a gar against the bullshit design of a forced second-phase boss.

Faced with Liu Zheng’s provocation, the Blood Fla around Dickens surged, its face displaying what was probably anger.

But it seed to regain so sense from the filth blood and didn’t charge headlong at him, instead circling Liu Zheng, seemingly waiting for so opportunity.

"What are you waiting for?"

With the fire of fury searing him, Liu Zheng’s newly regenerated brain was clearer than ever before.

"Could it be this?"

He looked up at the still bleeding Headless Angel and then swung his knife without hesitation.

"Clang!"

A violent collision rang out, and the entire altar trembled fiercely.

However, the seemingly fragile Headless Angel statue bore not a single scratch; instead, it was Liu Zheng’s tentacles holding the knife that split under the force of the rebound.

Watching this scene, Dickens, who was distant, opened his mouth wide, emitting a silent laugh.

In reality, the Headless Angel statue was rely a spiritual solace for Alia, but in the Dream World, it was a vessel for the divine power of a superior being; it couldn’t be easily destroyed.

"Laughing?"

When Liu Zheng saw this, his rage intensified, and the sunlight radiance on him grew even brighter, like the fierce sun at noon.

He decisively slashed off four tentacles and then jumped onto the altar, driving his tentacles into the neck of the Headless Angel.

A cold and sticky sensation ca, followed by pain and itching, as if sothing tried to burrow into his tentacles.

However, the Sun Fla wrapped around the tentacles instantly swelled, erasing all abnormalities.

Then, the Headless Angel trembled for a mont, no longer spouting the Blood Spring; the blood that had spewed out crawled back into the neck as though it had a life of its own, fleeing toward the inside of the statue.

"Thinking of running?"

Liu Zheng firmly clasped the Headless Angel with his legs, thrusting his four tentacles ruthlessly inside, up to their roots.

And the Sun Fla on his body converged on the tentacles, the terrifying heat beginning to lt the statue.

"No!"

Dickens let out a mournful cry and rushed toward the altar.

"Can’t laugh now, can you?"

Liu Zheng sneered coldly, pulling out two tentacles and embracing the waist of the Headless Angel.

"Ha!"

He roared loudly, forcibly pulling the statue from the altar.

His body, already overloaded from the Sun Fla, cracked open in several places, and blood spurted out in all directions like a sprinkling can.

"Ah!"

Dickens, who had initially charged, retreated again as if seeing a ghost.

"Run? Eat this too!"

Liu Zheng, holding the Headless Angel, jumped down from the altar and charged at him.

Under the enhancent of "Angry Fire Burning Body," his strength was terrifyingly high, and thanks to the massive amount of energy he had reserved beforehand, this state could last long enough to drive Dickens to despair.

"You shall not defile the Holy Blood!"

Having beco a vessel for the power of a superior being, the Headless Angel statue had beco the most sacred object of the Blood Healing Church, and although Dickens had turned into a Beast, his veneration for the Holy Blood only deepened into his instincts.

Driven by blood and soul, he overca his fear of the filth blood and clashed with Liu Zheng.

Claws wrapped in Blood Fla struck at Liu Zheng, leaving trails of Blood Light in the air, augnted with Divine Power.

Liu Zheng, even more straightforward, directly raised the Headless Angel and smashed it down on Dickens.

"How dare you desecrate it so!"

Dickens scread in fury.

But anger aside, he couldn’t just passively be hit.

The Beast’s claws solidly struck the statue; the sinister Blood Fla scorched the Headless Angel, yet caused not a single mark.

After all, it was the power he had bestowed on Dickens.

"SI DISCTE TIBI VIS SACRANTUM!"

The grand and ethereal chorus sounded once more, this ti with a hint of urgency.

Dickens knew this was the Holy Blood urging him to vanquish the blaspher before him.

"Yes, yes, I hear you."

Muttering, he plunged both beast claws into his chest and then violently pulled them out.

A vast splash of Blood Fla spilled into the air, transforming into countless blood arrows shooting toward Liu Zheng from all directions.