Chapter 592: The Great Crimson Shepherd Resurrected Again and Again!
Hearing that, Lord of Dawn seemed hesitant for a moment, then shook his head as if it didn't matter.
"Whether you're male or female isn't important."
"I see hope, order, and strength in you. That's why I want to recruit you."
"If you care that I'm male, I can become a woman."
Xu Lang prided himself on his tolerance, but hearing that line actually made him crack a little.
Now he truly felt curious about Lord of Dawn's life—what kind of warped past could have shaped a person like him?
"Return the Origin Power!"
The battlefield was no place for love talk. The twelve dragons, seeing their prize fly away, were furious beyond measure.
A barrage of attacks—ones the two of them couldn't possibly have imagined—descended!
At the crucial moment, Xu Lang kicked the silver beast away, but immediately his body was shredded by wind blades, freezing breaths, curses, and other forces.
Those twelve dragons carried intrinsic domain skills; to other lifeforms they were an overwhelming persecution and calamity.
If Xu Lang's control immunity hadn't been high enough, he would have been controlled by the curse dragon's gaze within seconds of appearing.
Xu Lang could die in an instant, with no hesitation at all.
To be honest, he didn't really want to die, since he still wanted to use Lord of Dawn as a medium to learn the situation within the Annihilation Dormitory Building.
"What the hell, how can he die so easily!"
"Those two bastards!"
"Search Dragon City; they might be nearby, and they probably have allies!"
With Xu Lang dead, Lord of Dawn also couldn't hold on. He transmuted into a data flow and vanished from the spot.
Young Master held a dragon-beast head in both hands and stuffed it into his pack. Seeing the dragons begin to spread out and search, he shook his lantern wildly in panic.
The light blurred rapidly, and finally the oil lamp went out. His body turned a deathly white, like an incense stick burned to ash.
A gust of wind blew, and his body crumbled into dust and dispersed.
……
In an underground chamber, a lantern suddenly flared ferociously, its shadow cast on the wall like a clawing monster.
A human-shaped dark silhouette appeared on the wall.
A moment later, the shadow solidified into flesh.
"Ha, finally home. Successfully away from the battlefield!"
Young Master checked the room and, finding no one had entered the basement, nodded to himself.
Being a ranger isn't easy. Solo play is basically reversed from the usual meta. Although a Lantern Bearer fears being assassinated, he still recruited several tenants.
As long as the lamp doesn't go out, the Lantern Bearer won't die.
This is one of the Lantern Bearer's basic abilities.
Moreover, voluntary death accelerates resurrection speed.
Young Master opened the lamp lid and pulled many useful things out from the lantern's pocket dimension.
These were junk he had scavenged in Titan Dragon City.
He transferred the items into his backpack and then headed to the dormitory hall. Outside, the blood rain poured; the tenants stayed inside their rooms.
"Boss, you finally came out of seclusion!"
"Enough talk. Go grab the radio and connect to Golden Dawn!"
"Roger!"
……
"It's time to go home."
Titan Dragon City was collapsing. Unrivaled Under Heaven leapt across buildings. When he reached a high vantage point and saw the situation in the Core Area, he knew he couldn't stay.
He glanced around with reluctance, then pulled a scroll from his chest.
[Homecoming Scroll (Storm Building)]
[Type: Item]
[Grade: EX]
[Rarity: EX]
[Effect: Returns user to the Storm Building. Usable only by Storm Building players]
[Description: A return ticket for the pioneers of the Storm Building—a kindly good dormitory]
Just as he was about to use the scroll, a sinister voice that made his hair stand on end suddenly sounded from behind!
"You were pretty arrogant before!"
Song Fei appeared in Unrivaled Under Heaven's peripheral vision.
"You hold grudges that long?!" Unrivaled Under Heaven recoiled as if seeing a ghost and sped away.
At the same time, Song Fei's claw swept over.
The claw was bruised blue and purple, studded with seven or eight twisted human faces, each giving out a chilling, inhuman growl.
A gale suddenly formed, creating a small tornado around Unrivaled Under Heaven.
Unfortunately for Song Fei, he’d been too close; his attack grazed the hem of Unrivaled Under Heaven's clothing.
"Taleblade Building never forgets a grudge!" Song Fei's expression turned cold.
He was by no means magnanimous, nor was he as pleasant-tempered as he pretended.
Taleblade Building players often do one thing: hurt themselves to kill more of the enemy.
Without doing so, survival in the Taleblade Building is impossible.
"Beast!" Unrivaled Under Heaven's body instantly swelled blue and purple, as if poisoned!
Song Fei continued his assault, but thanks to Unrivaled Under Heaven's battle experience, the Homecoming Scroll in his hand wasn't snatched away. Instead, it slowly dissolved into light and vanished.
Whoosh~
A strange wind tore through the air, and Unrivaled Under Heaven disappeared on the spot as if he had gone home.
"A Taleblade Building player appearing stirs the waters a bit. Since Mad King Building and Taleblade Building intersect, Lord of Dawn should be wary."
"Storm Building seems to pay close attention to its own players."
"Heh, dragons. We might meet in the Demon Box World someday!"
Song Fei murmured. Before leaving, he glanced once at the enraged dragons, gave a light chuckle, then slipped into the shadows.
The Taleblade Demon Box is the most bugged Taleblade mechanism he'd seen—simply invincible.
Those twelve dragons now had the concept of the Taleblade Demon Box in their minds. When the time was right, Xu Lang could pull them into the Demon Box World.
Frankly, he felt Xu Lang could try pulling one dragon into the Demon Box World now, use a swarm of Tales to overwhelm it, and then snowball from there.
He just didn't know whether that would trigger a Demon Box mutation, making Xu Lang's future use of the Demon Box dangerous or costly.
Such occurrences are common among Taleblade Building players.
Perfect containment doesn't mean Tales are absolutely safe. Tales themselves symbolize danger; under conflicting mechanics, there's always the possibility of dormancy or crashes. Otherwise Taleblade Building players couldn't contain Tales at all.
……
Rumble~~~
Blood rain poured. Over the vast Pastoral, black clouds gathered and scarlet lightning leaped continuously, like mountain ranges hanging across the firmament.
"The Herd Master is dead!"
The Herd Spirits, sensing the news, floated up one after another and knelt on the ground in terrified reverence.
"Who could have dared kill the Herd Master!"
"Will the Herd Master sleep for long, or revive immediately?"
"I volunteer to self-sacrifice to bring the Herd Master back!"
Their shocked and furious voices merged, drifting in the air, then gradually, like the very grasses, they calmed into a whispering stillness.
They looked toward a certain direction in fear, their expressions stricken with dread.
There a tombstone suddenly shattered with a thunderous crash. Fragments of light erupted into the sky and coalesced, finally forming a man wearing a long knife at his waist and exuding domineering majesty from his face.
The great Scarlet Shepherd revived again and again and again!