Chapter 77: Borrowing Strength to Strike Back

Everyone, pay attention, cheer up, aim at that mysterious person and shoot—absolutely do not let him get close to the Grand Commander!

At the edge of the battlefield, Song Bingyuan anxiously commanded his subordinates, who were also reservists.

Watching the crossbow bolts that flew near Yu Wei only to be blocked by an invisible barrier, sweat beaded on his forehead, yet he could do nothing but exert his utmost effort.

After being seconded to the Cultural Tourism Bureau Logistics Department, with the help of his superiors, he finally became a player and came into contact with the mysterious game Mountains and Seas Deification.

Moreover, because of his position as team leader, he was temporarily appointed acting head of the C City Cultural Tourism Bureau Logistics Department, responsible for managing his former subordinates who had entered the game together with him.

But a high position does not mean a high level.

After entering the underground palace, to boost morale, he evenly distributed the chance to deliver the finishing blow among everyone; although this earned him some goodwill, it also kept everyone's level low—only a little above level four.

At such a low level, if it weren't for the divine‑artifact‑grade crossbows issued from above, they wouldn't even be qualified to watch this kind of battle.

"Where have all the players in C City gone? The nationwide closed‑beta slots were randomly allocated—are the people of C City just that unlucky?"

Watching his dozen or so subordinates scratch at the distant mysterious person with crossbow bolts, Song Bingyuan felt his teeth itch with hatred.

Yu Wei cleared players with astonishing speed—even the nation hadn't reacted before all the players in C City were wiped out; with no players left, there was naturally no need for the Cultural Tourism Bureau Logistics Department to send anyone to manage them.

If it weren't for that battle on the rooftop, C City might not have hastily formed the Cultural Tourism Bureau Logistics Department even to this day.

So the newly appointed Song Bingyuan had only a handful of subordinates—nothing to speak of—and could only watch helplessly as the superiors' emissaries were blocked by the Yellow Turban Strongman, and as Yu Wei ignored them, inching closer to the mission objective: to capture, at any cost, the person the superiors had ordered taken alive.

Now all he can hope for is that the superiors' emissaries will defeat the Yellow Turban Strongman before the lazybones seizes the Grand Commander.

But once again, fact proves that the more you fear something, the more likely it is to appear.

Yu Wei still managed to get one step ahead of the Yellow Turban Strongman, shrinking the fire ring and successfully trapping the Grand Commander within arm's reach; the Grand Commander kept writhing in the flames, his body gradually drying and shrinking.

Meanwhile, although the Yellow Turban Strongman bore many wounds, he remained steadfast, firmly holding those ten people at bay.

"Damn it, let's go all out!"

Song Bingyuan nervously looked toward Yu Wei, clenching his fists tightly.

He had already made up his mind: since dying in the game still allows resurrection, he would use his life to stop the mysterious person from approaching the Grand Commander—even if he died right away, buying even a second of delay would be acceptable.

Just as he tensed his leg muscles, preparing to order everyone to charge forward, an elderly voice suddenly sounded from beside him.

"Do you want to stop that person from seizing the Grand Commander?"

Song Bingyuan immediately grew wary, scanning the surroundings for the speaker, but at a glance, aside from his familiar teammates, there was no stranger in sight.

"Are you a player who snuck in? Want to lend a hand?" Song Bingyuan asked sternly.

"Never mind who I am; that's unimportant. That person is about to seize the Grand Commander—time is short. If you want to stop him, just listen to me quietly."

"Do you have a way?" Song Bingyuan instinctively glanced around again. Since the other could see the situation here, they must be nearby, yet despite his over‑decade‑long police eyesight, he could find no trace, and the voice was elusive, making it impossible to pinpoint its location.

"As long as you can drive that person back ten meters, he's as good as dead—whether you believe it or not is up to you."

Thinking of driving him back ten meters, Song Bingyuan instinctively glanced at the spot ten meters behind Yu Wei; aside from the absence of burning Southern Bright Separation Fire, there was nothing unusual, nor did it look like a trap.

He fell silent for a moment, unsure whether to trust this suddenly appearing player, but they had no choice—now someone had given them a chance, so why not give it a try? "Last question, who exactly are you?" Song Bingyuan persisted in asking.

But no one answered him; the owner of that elderly voice seemed to have already left this place.

Song Bingyuan also felt helpless; like those players suffering from persecution delusions, the other party didn't want to reveal their identity before the national organization, and he didn't know what they were afraid of—the state isn't a man‑eating beast.

Just as he was still hesitating, the battle situation changed once again.

Yu Wei had already reached the Grand Commander's side; as he withdrew the flames above, a small Storage Bag appeared in his hand.

"Quick, everyone, shoot at the Grand Commander!" Song Bingyuan shouted without hesitation.

"But Captain Song, the order is to capture him alive!" a teammate beside him quickly reminded.

"Never mind that—if we don't act now, you won't even see him die. Control your shooting angle and drive him backward!"

The Grand Commander was now on his last legs from the Southern Bright Separation Fire; a few more hits would likely kill him. Song Bingyuan, too, was certain the mysterious person wanted to take him alive, so he decisively ordered an attack, and his own crossbow bolt shot forth as well.

Seeing the captain already in action, the others had no further hesitation and all loosed crossbow bolts at the Grand Commander.

In order to store the living Grand Commander in the Storage Bag, Yu Wei had already lowered the barrier; seeing a dozen or so glowing crossbow bolts coming his way, he didn't dare be careless, lifted the Grand Commander and retreated backward.

Seeing this, Song Bingyuan immediately shouted excitedly, "Everyone, keep shooting—don't stop!"

At his command, all the team members hurriedly re‑strung their crossbows, and the second volley of fire was unleashed with hardly any pause.

This attack seemed to have no effect; Yu Wei, already in contact with the Grand Commander, had promptly raised the barrier again, completely ignoring the crossbow bolts as a cold smile curled his lips.

But he didn't notice that his position had quietly shifted, and he had now stepped exactly into the spot the elderly voice had indicated.

Suddenly, Yu Wei's face changed as he felt something sweep over his entire body, and all his attributes dropped by 10% in an instant.

At the same time, an extreme sharpness enveloped him, as if invisible blades filled every direction, flashing with cold light aimed at him, making his hairs stand on end and his soul continually scream a warning!

Danger.

Extreme danger!

He instinctively wanted to move his body to flee that place that made his flesh creep.

(End of chapter)