I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 727 - 456: Frankenstein_2

"So the Imperial Army does have countermeasures..."

King Tiha couldn’t help but take a deep breath and with a serious tone said.

After a few seconds of silence, Envoy Urbert chuckled lightly and, raising a finger, said to the king:

"Don’t worry, Your Majesty. Although the Imperial Army has deployed a great number of Undead Foreigners, the ’Flesh Punishment Ritual’ has just begun... Just wait a moment, and you’ll see them beaten back step by step."

Having said that, Urbert walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the high tower, overlooking the distant battlefield, and with exaggerated enthusiasm, spread his arms and said:

"Wow, these Undead Foreigners must number two or three thousand, and they are all Transcendents... Too bad, they are still too weak."

He shook his head.

King Tiha and the members of the Royal Family stood silently, harboring a glimmer of hope, eagerly anticipating the battle to unfold as the envoy had promised... This way, they wouldn’t have to abandon their power and luxury, nor leave this place.

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"Damn! Brother Bei is too fierce!"

The Dragon King spread his arms, his wings turning into those of a giant dark brown hawk, circling above the battlefield. Seeing a figure that had already plunged deep into the monster tide ahead, he shouted with excitement.

He saved a brief video of what he had seen and shared it on the faction channel so that all the Circus players engaged in the fight could be in the know.

"—This technique, these moves, this spectacle... a true big shot for sure!"

"—Just from the silhouette and the display of abilities, it really looks like a replica of Jack... But fair is fair, it’s definitely cool!"

"—We should probably start calling Brother Bei ’Little Jack’, hahaha..."

"—As everyone knows, the Leader of the Circus, the Governing Officer of the Generous Parliament Senate, member of the Imperial Judgment Group, Jack Spett... Also known as ’Little Bei’."

"—LMAO."

"—Stop spouting nonsense! Hurry up and kill monsters! There are too many people down on the west side, a breach has appeared!"

"—Roger that! I’m coming out of the resurrection point in the base camp and heading over there for support right away!"

The Circus players exchanged messages in the chat channel.

With their help, the Imperial Army quickly regrouped. With officers’ whistles and orders, the soldiers gathered in an orderly manner and once again opened fire with their firearms into the tide of fallen flesh puppets. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

The crackle of gunfire was incessant, and the acrid smell of gunpowder spread all around.

Countless distorted bodies were pierced by bullets, crumbling like ragged dolls, falling in their path as they charged.

Just as the Imperial Army was gaining the upper hand and closing in on the gates of the castle, a series of earth-shaking booms resounded.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As if emanating from the center of Nabile Forest Castle, visible shockwaves rippled outwards in all directions. The blood rain falling from the sky turned into mist, and limbs and torsos on the battlefield began to levitate as if gravity had lost its grip.

Then, to everyone’s astonishment, these limbs and torsos seemed to be manipulated by invisible giant hands, rotating and twisting mid-air, forming seven massive "flesh whirlpools" on the battlefield!

Even parts of the "fallen flesh puppets" that were rampaging and charging uncontrollably took flight and were sucked into the vortex.

"What the hell is this?!"

A player cried out, looking up at the sky in horror.

"I... I don’t know; it seems to be some kind of powerful move from the enemy. We aren’t going to get wiped out, are we?"

Another player by his side replied.

Click, click, click...

The chilling sound of cracking bones and the slimy echo of viscera spread around. The seven vortexes shrank further and further until they formed seven giant "meatballs," each with a diameter of about ten meters, which then crashed to the ground with a thud.

Thud!

Soaked by the blood rain, the muddy ground surged with waves of dark red dirt as both the Imperial Army and the players clearly felt the tremors beneath their feet.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, the seven enormous meatballs began to wriggle and gradually unfolded dozens of thick arms and legs, coiling into a knots. They then rose like giant "centipede humans."

It appeared as a gargantuan beast, stitched together from innumerable corpses, with countless heads dotting its form—some of fallen flesh puppets, others of Imperial Army soldiers, all twisted in grotesque screaming and wailing.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The seven stitched-together monsters took stride, bearing down on the Imperial Army like a landslide or tidal wave.

"Fire!!"

Whistle!

The officers blew their whistles fiercely, signaling the command to shoot.

The soldiers of the Imperial Army were shocked by the sight of the behemoth but not daunted, firmly raising their firearms and pulling the triggers without hesitation.

Amid the crackling sounds, countless dense bullet trajectories concentrated on the stitched monster’s body, yet they couldn’t inflict any substantial damage.

Then the next second.

With several booming sounds, the ground lifted like exploding waves of earth, as one of the stitched monsters lifted its many fists and went on a rampage within the ranks of the Imperial Army, smashing countless soldiers into flesh pulp.

Immediately, the commands to retreat intermingled with desperate shouts and screams.

The players had reacted early and began to focus fire on the seven stitched monsters.

Realizing this might be the second phase of the war, facing a "boss level enemy," they unleashed their attacks without reservation.

However, it seemed that this massive creature possessed a certain Mysterious Resistance; the damage dealt by the players’ Sequence Abilities was minimal, almost on par with those of ordinary flintlock firearms...

They could barely penetrate its defenses!

Just at that moment.

A golden glowing fireball fell from the sky, striking the chest of one of the stitched monsters directly.

Whoosh—boom!

The immense impact made the stitched monster stagger, its body erupting into roaring flames.

Following the trajectory of the fireball, the players turned to look behind them, only to see the giant mechanical catapults launching golden ammunition... These were the sources of the assault on the stitched monsters.

However, the stitched monsters were composed of "corrupted flesh puppets" with strong resistance to high temperatures. Despite being ablaze, they still rampaged through the Imperial Army’s formations without ceasing their movements.

Meanwhile, the continual blood rain from the sky kept providing energy to the stitched monsters, aiding their recovery from minor injuries.

Both the Imperial Army and the players found themselves trapped in a tricky situation.

With the slight sound of a "whoosh," a flying card streaked across their vision, and in an instant, Polaris appeared in front of one of the stitched monsters. Holding a small hand crossbow, he rapidly shot several red beams, hitting the target squarely.

The limbs of the stitched monster vanished into thin air, and bizarre bite-marked wounds appeared on its body.

"It’s effective!"

"Brother Polaris is awesome!"

"To take down the boss, we still have to rely on Brother Polaris’s damage output!"

The players shouted excitedly.

Aoow—

The heads on the stitched monster’s body screamed in unison, emitting a strange and powerful howl. With the continuous blood rain soaking its massive frame, new arms soon sprouted from the spots where they had been severed.

The players’ spirits, initially uplifted, plummeted once again.

The stitched monster, using its newly grown arms in a flurry of violent strikes, almost knocked Polaris out of the sky. Fortunately, he played his cards to teleport away in the nick of time, narrowly avoiding a swift demise.

"Polaris, any other ideas?"

"Our damage is too low; we can’t break through its defenses... This thing is completely immune to swarming tactics."

Dongyang and Chenxi voiced their concerns as they approached Polaris.

Polaris watched the ongoing rampage of the stitched monster and shook his head reluctantly.

The seasoned players couldn’t help but look pained.

At this very moment.

Back at the camp in the rear.

The leaders of the Circus had already returned, standing quietly behind their leader, watching the distant battlefield together.

As the blood rain grew heavier, Antonio suddenly sneezed, his eyes slowly filling with blood veins. He shook his head a few times and spoke to the boss in a deep voice,

"Mr. Jack, Antonio is feeling somewhat unwell... It’s as if something is growing inside, itching and uncomfortable... Antonio wants to kill, to vent."

Chen Lun glanced back thoughtfully at the cow.

He speculated that the ritual set up by the opponents might have inadvertently triggered the mysterious sword inside Antonio, causing these discomforts.

’Well, players at this stage aren’t well equipped to tackle such enemies anyway...’

Then, he nodded with a light chuckle, affectionately touched Antonio’s forehead, and said,

"If that’s the case, go and play."

"Thank you, Mr. Jack."

Delighted, Antonio snorted joyfully, performed a tap dance on the spot with his four legs for about five seconds, then took off in a cloud of dust.

Floey and the rest of the subordinates continued to maintain their silence, watching as the cow’s figure gradually disappeared into the curtain of blood rain.