Chapter 457: Night King (35k)

Roar!

Strange, guttural roars echoed incessantly through the empty city, accompanied by shrieks that no longer sounded like they could come from human throats.

It was the most primal roar of a living creature.

The military soldiers guarding every major traffic artery, who had completely blockaded almost the entire Tokyo city center, gripped their steel rifles tightly, their nerves stretched to the breaking point.

Although they were under strict orders to suppress information, having arrived at the front lines, they already knew, more or less, that the Tokyo city center—including Chiyoda Ward, Shibuya, Chuo Ward, and Minato Ward—had been completely occupied by monsters.

The number of civilian casualties was countless, and the economic losses were immeasurable.

They had even once faced a nuclear strike and the rampaging of an unknown giant beast; it could be said that the place they were currently guarding was the most dangerous location human troops had ever encountered.

And their Self-Defense Force was simply incapable of bearing the intensity of this kind of combat.

Damn it, why haven't those American garrison troops appeared at a time like this!

This negative emotion was constantly accumulating, and accompanied by the sporadic attacks of ghouls in various places, the mental state of a large number of soldiers was nearing its limit.

Bai Cangshu stood atop the toppled Tokyo Tower, with four White Walkers and over tens of thousands of wights standing in a massive, imposing formation behind him.

These few White Walkers were clearly created by Reincarnators using Dragon Glass and the magic of the Children of the Forest; they possessed a certain degree of dark magic, were able to raise the dead into wights, and their bodies were likewise modified by dark magic, such that only specific items and specific categories of energy could kill them.

Ordinary gunfire could not kill a White Walker.

Of course, Bai Cangshu estimated that the level of the White Walkers' Immortality was not high, and they could still be killed by humans if they encountered high-yield explosives or extreme heat.

Relying solely on White Walkers and wights could not destroy the human civilization in the Gantz World.

That 【Ancient Outer God】, as the god of darkness, death, and cold who stood in dual opposition to the Old Gods, the Lord of Light, and the Red God 【Rahloo】 in 【A Song of Ice and Fire】, also possessed powerful divine might.

The creatures such as White Walkers and wights left behind by Him, even if created by Reincarnators, would not serve only the Reincarnators; once these creatures were created, they possessed the mission of consigning the world to eternal ice and cold.

【Winter is Coming】, this was the signal that the Ancient Outer God was about to arrive.

And now, as a God-Favored One of the Ancient Outer God, Bai Cangshu could, to a certain extent, communicate with this evil god through 【Godly Thought】; although he could not borrow divine power at will like in the B711 Secondary World, this ability to create White Walkers and perform sacrifices was already sufficient.

Among the Milestones Bai Cangshu had currently obtained, there did indeed exist one related to this.

【Outer God Apostle (Rare and Peerless): Opened more than three Outer God factions (1/3)】

Moreover, the Reputation Store of the hidden faction, Outer God Deformed Dwelling, contained quite a lot of powerful items; at the very least, those few items that formed a set with the Crown of the Outer God all possessed great divine power.

Bai Cangshu naturally began to command the White Walkers and wights of this world by means of his identity as the 【Outer God Cult Founder】.

The next moment, Bai Cangshu reached out and waved his hand.

The four White Walkers behind him simultaneously raised the Ice Swords in their hands, their blades pointing directly toward Shinjuku.

The wights roared, and tens of thousands of bodies that felt no pain and were left with only cold, dead silence charged madly toward Shinjuku.

Bai Cangshu and the White Walkers walked at the very back, the massive army resembling an ice-blue tide of corpses, passing directly through the heart of Tokyo.

The survivors sporadically hiding in various places covered their mouths and noses, not even daring to let out a breath; this horrifying scene was a sight that previously only appeared in horror movies.

Helicopters circled overhead, recording this scene and transmitting it to various locations in the rear.

In a high-rise building somewhere in Shinjuku, several men wearing Gantz Reinforced Suits sat in front of a computer, their expressions somewhat tense as they watched this footage.

They spoke into a telephone to the side, reporting:

"Yes, the corpse tide is heading toward Shinjuku; it is likely that the government and that monster have already joined forces, preparing to seize your Gantz..."

A mocking laugh came from the phone.

Things like Gantz, although they felt very novel and the technology was terrifying when first obtained, once they had mastered it for a long time, they felt it was just so-so.

Technology was, after all, just technology; only those who mastered such things could be a cut above the rest.

Those aliens, the Black Ball Squads, none of them were anything more than a part of their game.

This was the truly interesting seasoning in the dull lives of the plutocrats.

"Heh, since that fool Suga Hideto cannot recognize his own place, then let us play a big game..."

"Recall the Tokyo Team, Osaka Team, and Kyoto Team, and deploy them all to Shinjuku; let those people see that so-called monsters and corpse tides are completely meaningless in the face of this technology that can endlessly replicate warriors and weapons by spending just a little bit of resources..."

"Ha, as long as we want, the situation in this world can change at any time."

The three Black Ball Squad members responsible for operating Gantz looked at each other, their expressions incomparably pained, but they all had bombs implanted by Gantz in their brains and could be killed by the plutocrats behind the scenes at any moment.

They had no choice but to constantly change the orders for the Black Ball Squads, leaving those poor people, who were just like them, unable to even control their own life and death.

They entered the commands and soon discovered that the members of the Osaka Team had all gone dark.

"The Osaka Team members have been completely wiped out; should we recruit new people, or..."

"Need you ask? Where is there any time now to let new people grow? Just replicate that previous batch of people; what a bunch of trash they are..."

The next moment, as the three of them used the computer to control Gantz and issue new orders, the members of the Black Ball Squads found themselves being teleported to new locations once again.

This repeated modification of missions and redeployment had already made Xuan Yeji and the others feel extremely abnormal, and having learned the truth about Gantz, they also sensed that the purpose of Gantz had shifted at this moment.

They were no longer fighting against real aliens, but were being used to... protect those plutocrats.

Kaze Daizaemon sat silently with his legs crossed; this kind of battle had already caused him to lose the reason to throw a punch. He was a fighter, he was a Martial Artist; he fought in pursuit of strength, and he fought to protect the weak.

But now, all reasons were gone.

"Sorry everyone, my journey ends here."

He had already steeled himself; even if he were killed by Gantz, he would not go and fight for that kind of thing again.

Kato Masaru and the others also had dazed expressions, while Oka Hachiro and the others, who had been resurrected and teleported over at the same time, merely glanced sideways at the Tokyo Team members and did not care.

The members of the Osaka Team had better equipment and strength than the Tokyo Team; they had also lost the memories of being killed previously and were just joking among themselves.

The Kyoto Team's Black Ball Squad had strength comparable to the Tokyo Team; over twenty Black Ball Squad members assembled on the streets of Shinjuku, listening to the sound of footsteps like a rising tide, their long guns and short cannons mounted before them.

Xuan Yeji gripped his fists tightly; he did not want to die, but he also felt angry at all of this. The various clear and intense feelings clashed, making him feel as if his head were splitting.

In the void, he suddenly saw an eerie tree, with groups of people constantly worshipping beneath it, and an ethereal, vast figure leaning down from above the tree; that cold, dead silence instantly drowned out his anger, hatred, and pain.

In this coldness, he felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation.

Tap, tap, tap... Swish, swish, swish, swish...

Faint footsteps appeared from behind the Black Ball Squad; Hanaki Kyo quickly noticed, turned around, and using the X-ray scan of his single-wheeled motorcycle, saw many figures approaching from behind the city block.

After a quick scan, he found they were all ordinary people, so he paid them no mind.

"It's fine, they're all humans."

Hanaki Kyo turned around and continued to aim at the front area; the corpse tide had already appeared in his field of vision, but it had not yet entered the firing range of the Black Ball Squad's weapons.

Click, click.

Shimohira Reika was very uneasy; she leaned against Bonnie, while Bonnie looked up at the darkening sky, perhaps the moon would rise soon.

"Be careful, Annie, Miss Reika, the movement behind us is unusual..."

Lancer had excellent psychological fortitude; although he was instantly killed by Lancer in the team battle, after being resurrected, he quickly accepted the reality that he had died, and at this moment his thinking was clearer than the others; in such an abnormal environment, the ordinary people still surviving in Shinjuku should not be gathered together so calmly.

These humans, who had been scared out of their wits, even if they could not escape due to the military blockade, should have been gathered in small groups, and humans would, out of fear, constantly engage in some meaningless communication.

They would not be as quiet and deathly still as they were now.

Lancer looked back at the corner behind him, and sure enough, the next moment, a group of people walked out from the street, every one of them with their heads lowered, their bodies covered in blood.

And what was eerie was that behind every person, there were intestine-like tentacles connecting to somewhere unknown.

Lancer gently patted Bonnie on the shoulder, Bonnie turned her head back, her pupils quickly turning into cat pupils; she had already entered combat mode.

"The corpse tide is here, time to start farming points, baby!"

Shimaki shouted excitedly; ahead, the corpse ghosts were running crazily, many of the corpse ghosts' limbs were damaged, but it did not affect their frantic charge in the slightest.

Hum~

A high-energy particle beam slammed into the corpse ghost at the very front, and two or three seconds later, the corpse ghost exploded into minced meat with a bang.

The next moment, countless high-energy particle beams were fired continuously, while the corpse ghosts continued to charge forward, oblivious.

Hum hum hum~

Bang bang bang...

Flesh and blood flew everywhere in an instant.

Kato Masaru clenched his fists, his expression tense; he looked for a moment at Kaze Daizaemon, who was sitting on the ground and seemed to ignore everything before him, and then looked at Bonnie, who had entered a combat stance.

Not knowing what to do, Kato Masaru subconsciously asked the hero in his heart.

"What do we do now, fight?!"

Xuan Yeji, who had been stunned in place, suddenly turned his head, and the icy blue in his eyes made Kato Masaru feel a shock in his heart.

The next moment, the meridians on Xuan Yeji's entire Reinforced Suit bulged; he suddenly jumped seven or eight meters high, leaped onto the roof of a small building, and then jumped a few more times in succession, disappearing from everyone's field of vision.

What made the others feel strange was that Xuan Yeji, having left the mission area, did not have his head blown off.

In the air, Bai Cangshu overlooked everything; he withdrew his gaze from the direction Xuan Yeji had chosen, where a special strange ghost had caught his attention.

It was a woman, her whole body frozen in ice inside a room.

The entire apartment had been wrapped in cold air, but there were still living people walking in one after another, then their intestines connected into the room, while the people lowered their heads and walked toward the Black Ball Squad.

He felt powerful dark Magic Power from this strange ghost, and the divine power of the ancient Outer God was extremely evident on it.

Could this perhaps already be called... the Night King?

Bai Cangshu entered the room and saw the woman pinned to the wall by Dragon Glass, as well as several strange ghosts beside her that were completely frozen in ice.

【You have triggered Faction Event: Winter is Coming】

【Event Description: The ancient Outer God hopes to take this world into its possession, spread the faith of the ancient Outer God, guide the descent of the ancient Outer God, and let winter sweep across more than 50% of the world's surface】

【Reward: Significantly increase Reputation with Outer God Deformed Dwelling, randomly obtain 1 item of Outer God Deformed Dwelling Reputation】

To Bai Cangshu's surprise, the voice emitted by this strange ghost, which was comparable to the Night King, was not some "Winter is coming," or some oracle of the ancient Outer God.

"Child... my child..."

This was a mother who had captured many humans to find her child...

Hum!

A gravity field descended, and those controlled humans were instantly crushed.

This woman seemed to feel pain as well; she suddenly looked up to the sky and shrieked.

The next moment, the several strange ghosts in the room ended their freezing simultaneously and rushed out from the room.

The battle between the Black Ball Squad and the strange ghosts officially began.

At the same time, beside almost every Altar, new strange ghosts were born, each strange ghost accompanied by more peculiar abilities.

The ancient Outer God, it seemed, did not rely on Bai Cangshu and was fully capable of descending on its own.

Bai Cangshu also thought of this level, and the smile at the corner of his mouth slowly turned cold.

(End of this chapter)