Taking the initiative!
Since Asho couldn’t avoid these four life-threatening skeletal dragons, he decided not to hide and even thought about using them to his advantage.
And Asho was right. Although this invasion from the Outer Domain was indeed the best opportunity to escape in recent times, he wasn’t too nervous. After all, the Virtual Realm had already assured him.
It was like when a professor guarantees that you will pass the exam. Even if you don’t know a few questions, you can confidently skip them because even if your exam score isn’t great, the professor will adjust your grades to a passing level.
But for Igura and the others, Asho’s status had suddenly changed from a “disposable follower” to a “first-class protected animal in prison.” After all, as long as they stuck close to Asho, they could successfully escape the Blood Moon. They didn’t even have time to protect him, so how could they throw him out as a disposable item?
However…
“Do you really think that everything mentioned in the Fate Q&A will definitely happen?” Langna calmly said, “The only absolute thing in the Fate Sect is that there are no absolutes in fate.”
Ronald shrugged, “And you can’t prove that you really encountered the Fate Q&A. Even if you’re willing to bet your integrity, it seems like the heresy leader doesn’t have much integrity either, right?”
Harvey nodded, “Even if the Fate Q&A is real and you really manage to escape the Blood Moon, it doesn’t necessarily mean that you need to stay alive. Even if you become a dead person, I can still take you out of the Blood Moon.”
Igura delivered a fatal blow, “Instead of taking a whole live person with me, wouldn’t it be more efficient to kill you and divide your body into four boxes as talismans?”
Damn, they made a good point!
Asho, who failed to show off, hung his head in disappointment. Unbeknownst to him, the four of them quickly exchanged glances and reached a consensus in silence.
“Hmm?”
The tent suddenly lifted, revealing a tall orc sniper.
He didn’t wear a mask and had a mechanical eye. His shoulders, hands, knees, and waist were all equipped with gunner gear. This was a complete abandonment of live ammunition for the Artificer’s gunner gear, which could only be fired by using Sorcery Spirits.
Gun Artificer – Eight Sniper Style!
Igura and the others immediately recognized the orc’s development direction. This was an orc and ogre who fused their strong physique with gunnery, creating a powerful assault weapon. Equipped with multiple high-caliber Artificer sniper rifles, they relied on Sorcery Spirits for aiming and distributed the recoil force throughout their bodies to counteract it. They were incredibly formidable in frontal combat, making them the ultimate assault snipers. Artificers below the Third Wing had almost no miraculous defense that could withstand the Eight Sniper’s lock-on shots.
The orc sniper was also surprised to find that the tent was full of people. He quickly assessed the strength of the newcomers: the duo on the right bench was not to be messed with;
The one in the middle emitted a deathly aura in his “Deadshot Tactical Eye 7,” so it was best not to provoke him;
Although there were two people on the left bench, the tall and confident one seemed to have everything under control, while the other inconspicuous one looked dejected.
In an instant, the orc sniper judged who in the tent was the easiest to bully and reached out to grab Asho, “You—”
Ah, which tea cafe should I go to? I really need to go to the bathroom. Lalafell’s shrimp paste flavor is really good. When will I become successful…
The orc sniper suddenly snapped back to reality. He realized that he had been stunned for a full two seconds by the overwhelming thoughts, causing him to forget his situation and purpose!
This was an attack from the Mind Sect!
He tried to move, but his feet were numb as if they didn’t belong to him. The decaying and lifeless aura spread from his feet to his waist.
The eerie miracles of the Necromancy Sect!
The orc instinctively wanted to unleash an indiscriminate attack, but two steel beads suddenly struck his eye and knee, temporarily blinding him and forcing him to kneel!
Gun Artificer or Archery Artificer?
The orc strained to open a slit in his eye, only to see a whip-like leg that resembled a blade!
Smack!
Everything happened in a flash. When Asho looked up, he only saw a shadow flying out of the tent upside down, unable to even let out a scream.
He tilted his head, looking confused. “What happened?”
“Nothing.” Igura patted his shoulder friendly. “By the way, I suddenly felt a pang of conscience. Although you’re not very useful, we do have some history together. So, Asho, rest assured, I won’t use you as bait. Follow me, and I will lead you to victory!”
Asho glanced at Igura, and his eyes gradually lit up, a playful smile forming at the corner of his mouth.
“I understand. So, you mean I’m important, right?”
Igura’s expression didn’t change. “Asho, you’re really ordinary and confident…”
“If I’m really useless, you would praise and compliment me, and when my confidence is at its peak, you would kick me out to die. On the other hand, if I’m really useful, you would try to suppress my confidence as much as possible so that I willingly serve you. Don’t forget, I saw the whole process of you recruiting Harvey. He just didn’t fall for it.”
Harvey raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.
“Oh, Asho, you’re so arrogant. Do you prefer to dance provocatively or do a handstand while having diarrhea? Are you looking for trouble!?”
Asho directly lifted Igura’s hood and playfully rubbed his head. “Come on, make a wish. I will fulfill your wishes as much as possible. Whoever doesn’t make a wish is a little dog. Come on!”
“Hahaha, I guessed right. Igura, you really believed what I said. Compared to the immensely dangerous unknown future, you prefer this certain future of protecting me and escaping.”
“Did you forget that you’re useless as soon as you pass through the passage? I can command you to wait in place for 48 hours after passing through the passage and then return to the Blood Moon.”
Asho’s movements froze, and he obediently sat down like a good child. “I’m sorry. I was too arrogant.”Igura angrily adjusted his hair and put on his hood, watching the heresy leader leisurely asking for a nail clipper. He was so angry that he wished Asho would hang himself with his own intestines.
And what was going on? How could a foolish man with social skills equivalent to those of a child in an orphanage easily see through his thoughts? Was it that he, Igura, was not cunning enough, or was Asho too naive?
He carefully counted, how many times had he been defeated by Asho?
The fourth time, the fifth time?
Igura felt that Asho was his nemesis, and he secretly made a decision against the principles of a trickster: this boy must not be spared, he must kill this heresy leader as soon as he leaves the Blood Moon!
The moment I leave the Blood Moon will be the day you, Asho, are buried!
During this time, a few more people tried to enter the fifth tent, but they were all driven away. Soon, the voice of the Goblin sounded outside: “Team formation time is over, random teams can come out now.”
Asho and his team walked out of the tent and looked up to see three people standing on the high platform.
“Very good, all the random teams are full.” The Goblin nodded in satisfaction: “Next, we will enter the blessing session. Standing on my left is the assistant priestess Koe, sent by the church. The priest team she leads will add the Blood Moon blessing to everyone.”
The assistant priestess Koe, dressed in a white robe with golden edges, was tall, but her face was very cute. Her chubby cheeks made people want to pinch them. She shyly nodded at the adventurers, and the big grey wolf tail behind her swayed back and forth.
“And standing on my right is this hunter, I’m sure you all know him, he is Jielade Weisiminsite from the Falconer’s enforcement team—”
Asho and his team retreated back into the tent without a word.
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