Chapter 877: Special Faceless One

"Bang!"

"Bang!!"

Two single-use consumable scrolls were thrown out, generating two fireballs that whistled as they smashed into the incoming black shadow.

The fireballs exploded, and on the muddy ground, clusters of spirit-energy-generated firelight burst out.

Instantly, a smell like burnt meat rose from the smoke.

Their left arm dragged in front of them, Mo Ling bit their lip tightly, gasping heavily.

Of the three impacts, one was deflected by her using a consumable prop, altering the monster's direction.

The remaining impact was barely avoided by relying on the property of the blood-red high heels.

Covered in mud all over, the short dagger clutched in the right hand was stained with a trace of blood.

The defense of the second-level high-level enemies is also faster than hers.

Fortunately, as an Undead Body, with thick skin and resistance to weeds, my defensive ability barely passes.

If it weren't for Colonel Chu preparing some consumable props that don't require spirit energy before departing from Long An, she would already be seriously injured.

Her gaze was cold and stern, lacking the fragility expected of a girl.

Enduring the pain from their left joint, Mo Ling carefully mobilized the little death energy within their body, slowly repairing their injuries, while silently calculating the next attack, determining which part of their body to use to block the attack to avoid fatal harm.

The monster appearing in this Special Event, aside from lacking spirit energy, has strength comparable to most second-level beings.

Unable to use her talent, relying solely on her physical fitness, it is indeed difficult to resist.

Consumable props are running low..

Having adjusted the direction of the dagger's clash, Mo Ling let out a bitter laugh in their heart.

She lacks spirit energy, so most props cannot be used.

Even though Long An and Lin An control vast resources, they still cannot equip her.

Even the dagger in her hand is a blue equipment that inherently carries spirit energy; its power is weakened by half, in exchange for unrestricted use conditions.

Lin An...

I instinctively thought of Lin An.

Combining her own situation, she probably also realized that the two of them likely triggered the Faceless One event upon entering Heiyu.

With a sigh, she stopped thinking further.

She could only hope that Lin An would discover the anomaly quickly; otherwise, at most ten seconds later, she would be smashed to pieces by that monster.

Once I die, I will become an Undead Lord...

Lips pressed tight, there was no time to worry about what happens after death.

All that could be seen in the firelight was a black shadow, scorched all over, swaying like a corpse, gathering strength once more to charge.

Straight thrust!

Without hesitation, even if unable to kill the monster, Mo Ling refused to give up attacking, thrusting the short dagger straight out.

Blood sprayed out!

A dull impact and the sound of flesh being pierced rang out simultaneously.

The next second, the tremendous impact flung her high into the air like a cannonball, smashing into the forest.

So painful...

Dizzy and blurred vision, Mo Ling struggled to stand again, only feeling a heart-piercing pain in the right hand.

Looking down, their right hand had actually been stabbed backward by the dagger into the forearm, nearly piercing through the chest.

Blood flowed freely, the broken bone pierced the skin, exposing a grim bone stub.

The strength gap is too great...

Still swaying and not yet upright, Mo Ling's mouth curled into a bitter smile, dazedly as if returning to that heavy rain.

The black shadow surged forward, the charred corpse wearing Lin An's appearance once again aimed at her location.

Am I about to die...

Knowing they could no longer dodge the next attack, bare feet stepped into the weeds.

A flicker of confusion crossed Mo Ling's eyes.

Just thinking that after death they would become an Undead Lord, as death approached, a strange thought actually arose in her mind.

I don't know... whether the Undead Lord version of myself is ugly or not.

Lin An, would he not like...

"Hoo!!"

Extremely fast, the moment the thought arose, the monster had already rushed to her front, so much that she could smell that scorched odor.

In an instant, thoughts reversed like a replay, and in Mo Ling's bewildered eyes, scenes seemed to flash.

When calmly accepting death, a booming sound erupted and rapidly approached.

"Boom!!!"

Along the way, trees exploded, and all that could be seen was a white sword aura, over half a person tall, stretching across a hundred meters, suddenly slashing.

"Sorry.."

A hint of apology flickered in the eyes, accompanied by a bitter smile.

Lin An looked at Mo Ling collapsed on the ground, appearing utterly miserable, and couldn't help but feel some guilt.

Actually, it's not entirely his fault; even if he believed himself strong, after entering Heiyu he always maintained extreme vigilance.

In his imagination, Mo Ling could neither be preferentially attacked by spirits nor memes, and with his protection, nothing should happen.

But who would have thought that the Faceless One Special Event would separate the two from the very beginning.

That 'Mo Ling' who urgently urged them to leave this area probably also realized they couldn't kill him, so simply deceived him into leaving.

Lips twitched, face drained of color.

Lying on the dirty grass, Mo Ling weakly looked at him:

"Hug..."

It hurts so much...

You idiot Lin An, don't you know to hug her first before speaking?

Slumped on his shoulder, Mo Ling's dirty, mud‑stained battle uniform, after Lin An cleaned it with spiritual energy, looked less disheveled.

Her wounds could only heal slowly, so she clung to him like a koala.

Looking weary, she bit hard into Lin An's shoulder.

"As long as you keep carrying me, nothing will happen!"

I almost died.

Her eyes filled with resentment, Mo Ling felt a surge of grievance.

She knew why Lin An preferred to drag her along with spiritual energy rather than hold her.

What the hell?

She, a girl, wasn't even shy, and had no idea what Lin An was thinking.

She just liked being with Lin An, preferably burrowing into his mind.

What's the problem?

Sometimes she wondered if Lin An was even a guy.

How come, is it because I'm not attractive enough, not cute enough? That this idiot has no interest in me?

Muttering under her breath.

A bit awkward.

Lin An acted as if nothing had happened, and after confirming he had killed the Faceless One, he rushed straight to the next area.

But while on the road, a faint doubt lingered in his mind.

How exactly did the Special Event's Faceless One manage to replace his perception?

The appearing monsters weren't strong; aside from being a bit eerie at first, they weren't complicated to handle.

Or is this just how Special Events are?

Possessing some trait of the supernatural or the Meme, yet its actual lethality is like that of a regular danger?

After he noticed the anomaly, the suddenly appearing mist face was clearly the mastermind behind it.

But the other side obviously had consciousness, and could even communicate.

An event with consciousness, able to judge who to kill first?

After trying again to call out to the mist face to no avail, Lin An could only give up investigating the mystery.

But his wariness of Heiyu only grew stronger.

Here, it's probably even more mysterious than the data he had...

Black mist condensed.

A blurred giant face looked over thoughtfully, seeing Lin An off as he left that white line.

"A monster..."

"A dead person.."

"But neither had been cleared by the system..."

"Really, interesting..."