Chapter 255: Slaughtering Through the Entire Board

Demon King Eleven’s sensory ability had not failed.

A powerful target was approaching rapidly, with a speed that was beyond belief.

While it was still wondering who this target could possibly be...

Within its line of sight, it had already spotted a Warrior.

"What kind of card is this... that can give a Sword Warrior such speed?"

Demon King Eleven activated at full speed, using the recoil from spitting green poison to flash backward; experience told it that it shouldn't fear a single Warrior.

But intuition told it—run quickly, if you don't run, you're finished.

In the apocalypse, being an Elite-tier is actually quite awkward; below, there are countless Rare-tier and Common-tier creatures available for one to devour.

But as it happens, the gap between an Elite-tier and a Leader or Sovereign is unimaginably huge.

If one doesn't pass the Weirdness Tournament, it is very difficult to rank up.

In this cruel apocalypse where levels are distinct... some people are born to be Sovereigns, like that pair of man and woman in Moen City.

Some people even start at the Red House.

And other Rare-tier, or even Elite-tier creatures, might very well never reach the starting point of these people even until they die.

This has resulted in a small number of Elite-tier creatures, in order to survive, having exceptionally keen perception, even if they aren't as powerful as Sovereigns.

"Can't beat him... we are not even on the same level, he and I are not on the same level at all!!"

Unlike the previous Demon King, Demon King Eleven made a very decisive judgment that it had to run away.

It spat green poison continuously, then without even looking back, it began to flee frantically.

But it was too late.

When it could sense the terrifying pressure of Wen Xishu, it was equivalent to having already heard the gunshot.

Trying to escape now was already too late.

The remaining Warriors, seeing Wen Xishu charging in like this... were all exceptionally excited.

What kind of Super Saiyan Warrior is this?

Their sensory abilities were generally weaker than the Demon King's, but the speed and wind pressure, which felt like a Lightning-15 chasing a Gust, could be clearly perceived.

A terrifying sword light appeared from a hundred meters away, and then in the blink of an eye, this sword light had already reached behind them.

And that Demon King which had been toying with them in the palm of its hand... was shockingly cut in half at the waist.

Demon King Eleven died.

Following the death of Demon King Eleven, the giant Demon King's severed body fell from the sky, and the entire scene fell silent.

It wasn't until the sound of a sword being sheathed came that the group of Warriors realized with a start that this was not a hallucination.

The terrifying Demon King had actually been slain by a single Warrior.

A Sword Warrior.

If there weren't other Sword Warriors present, everyone would have been unable to help but wonder: is the class balance really this skewed?

Naturally, there were also Warriors who realized that this powerful Sword Warrior’s strength did not actually stem from the class itself, but from the power of his cards.

"Thank you! Thank you! This is simply a miracle! To think someone could actually slay a Demon King!"

A Bow Warrior said excitedly. Other Warriors also cast looks of gratitude one after another.

But Wen Xishu ignored these people, because that familiar aura had vanished.

Wen Xishu noticed that there were many corpses on the ground; these Warriors were clearly in a bad situation.

Moreover, the battle lines of these people were generally far from the corpses, indicating they were in a state of retreat.

Wen Xishu’s gaze swept across the surroundings:

"No Shield Warrior?"

Not long ago, he had sensed the aura of Old Zheng in Area Four.

Wen Xishu knew that Old Zheng was a Shield Warrior.

But when he looked around, he found no Shield Warrior.

Of course, his words were misinterpreted.

"So you are a bunch of idiots who don't use the class traits of a Shield Warrior and intend to resist the Demon King with your own frail bodies? That’s really humorous."

Wen Xishu rubbed his forehead; his verbal trait was indeed very bad for communication.

His action of rubbing his forehead was originally one of helplessness and self-mockery, but paired with his mocking words...

To the ears of others, it carried an even stronger sense of contempt and disdain.

The other Warriors immediately fell silent, only that Bow Warrior said:

"No... that's not it, our Shield Warrior... was eaten."

Wen Xishu’s heart skipped a beat.

His gaze suddenly became filled with chill. The Bow Warrior said while shivering:

"Just... just shortly before you arrived here, our last Shield Warrior... was eaten."

Wen Xishu froze. He thought about how, not long ago, he had indeed sensed Old Zheng’s aura.

Combining that with the words of this Bow Warrior... he naturally thought of a certain terrifying possibility.

It wasn't even a possibility, but a fact that had already occurred.

A massive sense of guilt suddenly engulfed Wen Xishu like a tidal wave at this moment.

Old Zheng, dead?

He certainly knew that climbing the Weirdness Tower was essentially putting one's head on the line, and one could die at any moment.

He had also experienced death many times.

Furthermore, along this journey, Warriors were dying everywhere. This was a very normal thing.

Yet Wen Xishu still found it hard to accept.

"Old Zheng... how could you die?"

The appearance and voice of Zheng Zai surfaced in Wen Xishu’s mind; in a sense, Zheng Zai and Liu Jinsen were the first people Wen Xishu encountered after transmigrating who held kindness toward him.

Wen Xishu clenched his fists, and streaks of blood, like magma veins emerging from the ground, appeared in the whites of his eyes.

Before long, his eyes were tinged with a dull red.

Without words, there would naturally be no misinterpretation.

Wen Xishu’s state at this moment made everyone feel that he was a volcano about to erupt.

These Warriors who had tried to lift Wen Xishu up and crowd around him all subconsciously took a step back.

That Bow Warrior said:

"The Shield Warrior... was very amazing; he kept blocking and attracting the Demon King’s attention. I'm sorry, we couldn't protect him."

"He was a powerful, excellent Shield Warrior."

Recalling that last Shield Warrior, the Bow Warrior was indeed full of admiration; when it was discovered that they could no longer escape the battlefield, that Shield Warrior was the first to charge at the Demon King.

"He didn't say a single word the whole time. He just fought silently."

Silent Marathon, was it?

Wen Xishu remembered; Old Zheng still had this card, which explained why Old Zheng didn't speak.

He subconsciously began to simulate the scene at that time. It is actually very difficult for Warriors to escape when facing a Demon King, unless their positioning is very far back...

Unless they are a Formation Warrior.

Upon discovering they couldn't escape, Old Zheng could only choose to fight.

Perhaps at that moment, what Old Zheng was thinking was to at least save a few more Warriors, so that at the very least, the possibility of defeating the Demon King would be a little higher.

After all... Old Zheng didn't know his trump cards at all; he must have assumed that these Warriors might be able to help him.

The facts were indeed so.

When the Demon King appeared at the crossroads of Area Four, when the crowd had no ability to retreat...

Zheng Zai made the bravest decision and resolutely went to his death. His thought was indeed to preserve as many Warriors as possible.

He didn't know Wen Xishu’s trump cards; he just thought that if a few more Warriors survived, Wen Xishu’s pressure would be a little less.

Wen Xishu understood Zheng Zai.

Guilt, self-reproach, anger, sadness—various emotions, like a night curtain obscuring the sky, made the entire world become dark and gloomy.

"How could it be Old Zheng. How could it be Old Zheng."

He repeated this sentence, and because this sentence was incomprehensible to others, it was not misinterpreted.

But as Wen Xishu repeated this sentence, coupled with the dangerous aura he radiated, the Warriors retreated even further.

A few seconds later, Wen Xishu looked at these people coldly, and in the end, did not kill them.

He chose to head toward Area Three.

Logically, these Warriors should have followed Wen Xishu, but when someone tried to approach him, Wen Xishu’s gaze fell upon him, scaring the person into retreating repeatedly.

"For Old Zheng’s sake, I won't kill you; if you don't want to die, get lost."

This sentence was naturally "mockery-fied" as well, but Wen Xishu didn't care what these people thought.

He walked toward Area Three; at first, he was at a normal speed, gradually it turned into a jog, and later, it turned into a sprint.

The other Warriors in Area Four felt as if they had seen a sprinting Grim Reaper; it was foreseeable that if there was also a Demon King in Area Three, it would surely die a miserable death.

But they didn't dare to follow Wen Xishu; they thought that since Wen Xishu came from the direction of Area Five, then there shouldn't be a Demon King there, right?

Thinking this, they headed toward Area Five.

……

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Area Two.

Zheng Zai was breathing heavily; he still felt lingering fear regarding his recent experience.

He had almost been eaten by the Demon King. He had even felt the Demon King’s teeth, sharp enough to bite through armor, and its foul stench.

But the next instant, Zheng Zai appeared in a relatively safe area.

The reason it was called relatively safe was because a great battle had occurred here not long ago, and the Demon King had already left; that powerful Demon King had headed toward Area One.

I... I didn't die? Is it the Magic Energy Card? Right! I have a Magic Energy Card! Hahahaha, I didn't die! Thank you, Brother Wen! Thank you, Heavens! Thank you, everyone!

Although he could not speak, internally, Zheng Zai was crazily grateful to everyone.

At the time, he had been thinking, is this the karmic retribution for eating others? That he would ultimately be eaten by a monster...

At that moment, Zheng Zai truly regretted not being able to hold back the Demon King for a while longer to let more warriors survive.

But now, Zheng Zai became excited:

"Great! After a great disaster, there must be future blessings! Hehe, I forgot, I still have the Magic Energy Card, Scarecrow!"

The Scarecrow can transfer fatal damage three times and teleport the user to a relatively safe location.

In fact, Wen Xishu also knew about Zheng Zai’s card...

But concern leads to chaos.

Zheng Zai was not a brainless brute; he immediately observed the situation around him.

"A great battle happened here... Judging by the orientation of the warriors' corpses, they were likely planning to retreat toward Area One."

"Looking at it this way, the Demon King must have walked toward Area One; I’d better go to Area Three."

Zheng Zai made up his mind and headed toward Area Three.

Area Three was not safe either.

After all, there were twenty-three Demon Kings. Although three Demon Kings had died, there were still twenty left.

Only a small portion of the Demon Kings had fallen, but over fifty percent of the warriors were already dead.

Strictly speaking, there were no truly safe areas at the moment.

Almost every area had a Demon King, and a few areas even had more than one.

In Area Three, Demon King No. 1 was toying with everyone.

Seven Formation Warriors tried to escape the teasing of Demon King No. 1, but as it happened... Demon King No. 1’s card was a Magic Energy Card named "Space-Time Useless."

Here, everyone lost their space-time abilities, and their speed decreased by thirty-five percent.

Those Formation Warriors who had only managed to escape from Demon King No. 22 not long ago by abandoning their teammates in Area Eleven...

Now began to face a doom they could not escape.

"Oh, did the formation fail? That’s not good; how should I kill you all?"

"Let me guess how you suddenly appeared in Area Three. Did you run away?"

"You betrayed your teammates, gave up the fight, and fled to Area Three, right?"

Demon King No. 1 looked seriously at one of the Formation Warriors, who dared not hide the truth:

"I'm sorry... Please spare us! We are willing to pledge our loyalty to you!"

Demon King No. 1 shook its head:

"Tsk tsk, that won't do. How about this: you few fight each other, and the one who survives in the end gets to live."

Before becoming a monster, Demon King No. 1 had once faced the teasing of an Elite-type.

That Elite-type had said the same thing to it: you fight each other, and the one left standing can leave safely.

To survive, Demon King No. 1 had killed everyone back then, and it had indeed survived.

But those people... were all its relatives.

They had offered no resistance, tacitly leaving the chance of survival to Demon King No. 1.

After that, Demon King No. 1 began to turn cruel, the last bit of kindness in its heart vanished, and its favorite game was to find groups of humans carefully surviving in the apocalypse...

And then force them to kill each other.

But it had never sought out the Elite-type that had caused its family to die miserably back then.

Even though it had become an Elite-type itself, it only dared to find those weaklings who were in the same situation it once was.

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

Demon King No. 1’s laughter was very exaggerated, carrying a morbid, twisted pleasure; watching the few Formation Warriors beat each other, it felt exceptionally delighted.

But soon, its laughter stopped, because a sword gleam appeared.

Although the card "Space-Time Useless" made trajectories, attack speed, movement speed, and casting speed all slow down...

Yet that sword gleam was still fast, so fast that Demon King No. 1 needed to muster 120,000 percent of its focus to dodge it.

And the moment the sword gleam was dodged, it felt as if it were breathing in the presence of the Grim Reaper.

Those Formation Warriors stopped in their tracks at this moment, as if they had seen a savior.

But the next second, a sword gleam flashed, and the heads of the seven Formation Warriors slid off their necks in unison.

Immediately after, more sword gleams appeared.

They were like vengeful ghosts from hell, pouncing toward Demon King No. 1.

Demon King No. 1 was terrified by this absolute will to slash.

All along, its life had been—toying with the weak, avoiding the strong.

It understood too well what a strong person was.

Like Demon King No. 11 who had died not long ago, No. 1 made a judgment immediately: run!

This was a god of slaughter; Demon King No. 1 could tell.

It had no time to think about why a Sword Warrior could intimidate a Demon King like itself.

But it knew this Sword Warrior was extraordinary and definitely not someone it could handle.

The most terrifying thing was that this Sword Warrior was too cold-blooded.

Facing Formation Warriors who were also warriors... logically, he should have played the role of a savior.

But he didn't even think about it, directly raising his hand and swinging his sword to kill all the Formation Warriors!

That gaze, indifferent to the extreme, made even Demon King No. 1 afraid!

It expanded "Space-Time Useless" to the limit, thinking of using the characteristics of "Space-Time Useless" to drag down the opponent's pace and run away frantically!

It had indeed increased the distance between itself and that murderous Sword Warrior. But just when it thought it could escape, suddenly, the same "Space-Time Useless" effect...

Was actually applied to itself.

Its speed also slowed down.

And at the same time, it saw a Shield Warrior coming from afar.

Damn it!

Was it being pincered from front and back?

In fact, a small Shield Warrior was not enough to intercept Demon King No. 1.

But now, Demon King No. 1 had already been scared out of its wits by the suddenly appearing, extraordinary super Sword Warrior.

Those sword gleams, which seemed to carry the power of karma, pursued it relentlessly like a viper strike; in its memory, warriors shouldn't have such abilities!

All the anomalies made Demon King No. 1 begin to fear warriors.

Especially this kind of warrior who acted alone.

This also led to Demon King No. 1, upon seeing that the Shield Warrior in front was actually alone, instinctively turning its body around.

Of course, that Shield Warrior also had great presence; facing the charging Demon King, he actually stood in place, motionless.

This presence of standing firm in the face of a Demon King made Demon King No. 1 certain that it was being pincered by two super-powerful beings.

It was too terrified, and thus made a fatal mistake.

The situation where it could have escaped was wasted by its own cowardice.

When it turned around, that god-of-slaughter-like Sword Warrior came with his hundreds of sword gleams, as if a king were passing by with an army of thousands.

Death blew across Demon King No. 1’s body like a storm.

Facing this destined end, at the moment of death, Demon King No. 1 seemed to see the family members it had once killed...

Demon King No. 1 died.

Its body had been slashed into thousands of pieces.

Wen Xishu, in a state of rage, was now a moving Grim Reaper on the entire battlefield.

Just as the Grim Reaper was preparing to continue creating death and kill the warriors in front as well...

That familiar aura suddenly made the Grim Reaper pause.

Wen Xishu was stunned again, then looked up and heard a familiar voice:

"Great—ah! I can talk! Brother Wen, it's you! Damn, awesome, you can actually kill a Demon King in seconds! Brother Wen, too strong! My luck is too good!"

Zheng Zai’s voice shone on Wen Xishu like sunlight capable of melting glaciers.

At this moment, Wen Xishu seemed to remember... Old Zheng really wouldn't die so easily; after all, he still had a Magic Energy Card on him.

And as for Zheng Zai, he was also incredibly excited at this moment.

The situation just now had scared Zheng Zai to death.

Zheng Zai had originally been thinking about walking toward Area Three, but before he reached the intersection of Area Three...

He saw a Demon King sprinting over; he swore that at that moment, he felt like he saw a dump truck crashing toward him, intending to take him to another dimension.

He was frozen in terror, his whole body unable to move, standing perfectly still. Coupled with the useless slowing effect of space-time, it made Zheng Zai feel as if his body had become heavy.

He simply stood there, motionless, waiting for death.

But unexpectedly, a miracle occurred; the one who died was not him, but Demon King No. 1. For some reason, Demon King No. 1 had turned around, and thus a dense barrage of slashes landed upon Demon King No. 1.

Demon King No. 1 was just like that, sliced into countless pieces.

Zheng Zai’s brain had crashed. What kind of powerhouse could possibly ravage a Demon King like this?

He intended to open his mouth to beg for mercy; after all, he was the only one here, with no one worth protecting, so begging for mercy wasn't shameful.

But the moment the word "mercy" from "good man, spare my life" left his lips... Zheng Zai suddenly realized, wait, I can actually talk?

He immediately realized that the person who had slain the Demon King was none other than Brother Wen!

A massive surge of ecstasy overwhelmed Zheng Zai, and he began waving his arms frantically, greeting Wen Xishu.

Zheng Zai didn't know what mood Wen Xishu was in, but he himself was in a great mood now.

The sense of security brought by Wen Xishu slaying the Demon King... was just too overwhelming.

At this moment, Wen Xishu gave Zheng Zai the feeling of being the well-deserved number one person in the Weird Tower.

He even thought that even if it were Xun Hui, or those top-tier existences on the Heaven Ladder Ranking of the Slaughter Tower, they might not necessarily be able to save him as dashingly as Brother Wen!

Zheng Zai was incredibly excited.

What is a Demon King! In front of the future strongest of my bunker, they can only wait for death!

Old Zheng was so excited he wanted to cry; after all, the situation had just reversed from life and death, a massive fall followed by a massive rise.

On the other side, Wen Xishu gradually transitioned from excitement to calmness.

Watching Old Zheng, who was shouting and waving frantically over there, Wen Xishu also experienced a huge change within his heart.

His self-reproach and guilt had diminished quite a bit, though they had not completely faded away.

Eventually, after those feelings of anger and sorrow ebbed away, he just smiled faintly.

He had no awareness or pride in being the number one person in the Weird Tower; at this moment, Wen Xishu only felt that his own raw strength was still too weak...

He must become stronger to be able to protect his friends well in the future.

In the territory of life, he feared the sudden disappearance of those who walked into his life.

Fortunately, he was lucky.

Killing his way from Area Eleven all the way to Area Three, Wen Xishu had finally found Old Zheng.

"Great, Old Zheng, great, you're still alive! Heaven has not been unkind to me."

Wen Xishu really wanted to say, thank you for being alive, it makes me feel like I’m not a piece of trash.

But Zheng Zai’s proud words interrupted him:

"That’s amazing, brother, that was a Demon King! You are simply too divine! I am so lucky to have found a teammate like you!"

At this moment, Wen Xishu suddenly found it quite funny; so this is what a friend is.

Even though everyone’s situation was different, when they met, they both made the same exclamation: "We are so lucky."

Wen Xishu let out a long breath:

"I cannot control the overall situation of this Weird Competition, and to avoid complications... Old Zheng, from here on out, I might be a bit bloody."

To prevent there being a fourth round, a fifth round, a sixth round...

Wen Xishu decided that right here in the third round, he would have all the survivors eliminated.

Without him, these warriors would also die at the hands of other Demon Kings; compared to being toyed with by monsters with twisted personalities like Demon King No. 1... Wen Xishu felt his slaughter was quite merciful.

Actually, Wen Xishu’s words could have had mocking versions, but the meaning was more or less the same... and Zheng Zai didn't feel there was anything wrong with it:

"Okay, brother, I’ll listen to you. It’s just that I’m too weak and might not be able to help much."

Wen Xishu smiled:

"The rewards for this Weird Competition might be very interesting, and your existence itself has already helped me."

Patting Zheng Zai on the shoulder, Wen Xishu said:

"Let’s go, Old Zheng, let’s go and slaughter our way through this arena."

(End of chapter)