Chapter 442: Chapter 440: Getting Close

The fact that they could create a clone as a decoy to lure others in, clearly indicates that the Death Likeness hiding here has likely awakened its Ego Consciousness, a rare occurrence.

Such Death Likeness with intact consciousness is exponentially more dangerous, for it knows how to utilize Death to kill its targets, unlike those newly formed Death Likenesses that simply move like zombies.

At the same time Bernard issued the warning,

Stephen almost immediately heard the distant static noise close in almost instantly, indicating the enemy’s moving speed was very fast.

“It’s here!”

The mule, which seemed listless between his legs, suddenly became alert, its limbs contracting like springs, and in an instant, it launched its rider, Stephen, at high speed into the air.

Vivian’s black horse and the mount wolf carrying Yi Chen both began to flee at full speed at the same time.

That’s when a pitch-black giant’s hand came crashing down.

The first to be flattened was the mule.

Although the black horse and the mount wolf barely escaped the coverage range of the hand, as it hit the ground, it stirred up a wave of Death Mist… a sinister black gust of air spread out even faster.

The moment the hind limbs of the mounts touched the Death Mist, their flesh and bones completely corroded and disintegrated in a short period.

Aoow~ The mount wolf let out a pained howl, its eyes pleading with William on its back to use it as a stepping stone to leap out of the range of the Death Mist.

The next second… swish! The axe blade swept across.

The hind limbs of the mount wolf, eroded by the Death Mist, were severed sharply and completely.

Then, the mount wolf suddenly felt a strong and forceful object pushing against its belly from beneath,

Lowering its head to look, the youth who should have been sitting on its back was actually standing unharmed on the ground covered by the spreading Death Mist, showing no signs of corrosion.

The youth made a crouching jump, hefting the mount wolf weighing over four hundred pounds out of the Death Mist area to regroup with Stephen.

Vivian arrived at the same time, her black horse left with only its front half, but still able to run.

Cold sweat trailed down everyone’s cheeks,

Those who had successfully escaped turned their gaze simultaneously toward the center of the Death Mist, following the pitch-black giant’s hand upward, until a wholly different Death Likeness came into view.

It still mimicked the features of the First Dead Man in form – a ‘human half-skull’.

But this Death Likeness floated in the air,

with a cloak made of the Death Plague coalescing behind it,

and even created two kinds of weapons using skulls here,

In its left hand was a circle of skull bracelets, and the hand that just slapped down was spewing a swath of Death Mist representing ‘Deep Death’ from the pitch-black skulls on the bracelets for a wide-ranging attack–if the others were just a bit slower, they would have been caught in it.

In its right hand was a scythe over twenty meters long, also composed of countless skulls,

In the center of the scythe, a nearly perfect wedge-shaped stone was clearly visible; it was this stone that commanded all the skulls to form this giant scythe.

It looked like a true Reaper.

Haaaaa~

The remaining half of the skull produced a ghastly sound from its mouth, similar to the last breath released by a dried corpse.

It seemed excited, thrilled to encounter so many interesting and self-aware death entities, or to say, a particular consciousness intrigued it greatly.

Just then,

a frantic shout came from the side, “Vivian, Stephen, put forth your true abilities! Otherwise, we will all die here!”

As soon as those words were uttered,

Black Wolf Bernard lunged toward the target in mid-air with astonishing speed, like a streak of black lightning.

However… Bang!

Inherent impressions would suggest that the giant’s actions should be relatively slow.

Yet the Death Likeness before them lifted the pitch-black hand that had been pressing on the ground in an instant, and with a backhand smack, sent Bernard flying through the air.

Accompanied by the sound of armor and flesh shattering, Bernard crashed into the walls hundreds of meters away like a bullet, buried within, silent as the grave.

This scene stunned the onlookers, who had never seen such a fast Death Likeness before, prompting them to hesitate no longer.

“Restriction Removal, Whispers of Madness”–Vivian’s palms each grew a ‘subsidiary mouth’, and long red tongues extended from both while her main mouth, obscured by her black hair, ejected a pitch-black tongue, all lengths exceeding her physical body.

She slowly began to levitate during this process, which was quite eerie.

“Restriction Removal, Mo Sheng Listener”–Stephen then adopted his most commonly seen cross-legged sitting posture, his two white bony hands intertwined at the abdomen, his fingers bizarrely forming the shape of ears, with strange fog emanating from inside his black robe.

The area within a hundred meters was covered by this fog, and the skulls within that zone actually grew real ear structures.

At the same time, Stephen’s physical body disintegrated, turning into a pile of white bones… His skull rolled onto the ground, indistinguishable from the other skulls around, with no way to tell which was real and which was fake.

All the skulls with ears started to roll, moving towards different areas, as if Stephen could survive as long as a skull with ears was alive.

He was never good at corporeal combat and used auditory Illusion Techniques more often when fighting others outside, or dagger-type assassinations, and did not possess strong attacks that could break through the Death imagery.

The main Purpose of his invitation this time was to search for the Death imagery, and since it had been found, he naturally could choose to leave.

Vivian watched the skulls rolling around on the ground and didn’t say much, just fixed her gaze on this completely different Death imagery.

Just then,

a voice she had completely ignored came from beside her, “Miss Vivian, I have a bold plan. If it succeeds, there’s a high chance of breaking the Death imagery, but I need your assistance to achieve it, can you help?”

“Hmm?” Vivian had even forgotten Yi Chen was still here, “What plan?”

Yi Chen reached out and touched the other’s head, sending a detailed plan packaged through the Madness Brain,

“Do you want to die?”

“No… I didn’t feel much of a threat from the Death imagery before, so I tried to make contact with the Death Mist it was releasing just now and to my surprise, I wasn’t affected at all. Perhaps it’s related to the alternative form of death I carry with me.”

As the two were having a superfast exchange of ideas, the scythe in the hands of the Death imagery, collecting countless skulls, had already hovered over their heads.

“Danger, dodge!”

Not only was Vivian’s shout a warning, but it also pushed her body backward with an unseen force, while she floated into the air.

Yi Chen twisted his heels and instantly opened a distance of more than ten meters,

Whoosh!

The Giant Scythe descended, and the dungeon trembled.

The ground was not only torn into a gap tens of meters long, but also a large amount of Death Mist gushed out from the crevice, covering all surrounding areas.

Vivian, floating in the air, was naturally unharmed but also saw a shocking scene.

William was actually standing upright by the side of the Giant Scythe, his body almost submerged in the Death Mist except for his head, yet showing no signs of withering or decay.

Whether or not Vivian agreed to the plan, Yi Chen had already sprung into action.

Swoosh!

A knee bend and upward thrust landed him firmly on the surface of the Giant Scythe,

Crack–the sounds of bones and tendons rubbing each other emanated from his ankles, bursting forth with the Extreme Speed his Physical body could reach at its Limit.

Restriction Removal had already been activated,

Yi Chen, entering hunting mode, stepped on the long handle structure of the Giant Scythe, pressing towards the strange and terrifying Death imagery, fearless.

“So fast! Is this guy really just Open Source?” The Speed shocked Vivian, “But this speed still isn’t enough.”

No sooner had she spoken than the Giant Scythe was abruptly raised.

Yi Chen, running on the handle, was also flung into the air, losing his foothold… Whir! The Giant Scythe slashed down again, looking to split the young man in the air in two when,

stars shone brilliantly~

Yi Chen’s flesh and clothing both emitted a great deal of starlight,

Boom! The Giant Scythe struck again, dust rose, and bones flew chaotically.

However, among the dust, there was still the figure of a young man running rapidly on the Giant Scythe, as if his body had passed through the previous slash.

This situation even made the Death imagery itself pause for a little bit, its newly-gathered Consciousness entirely unable to understand why it couldn’t hit the small person in front of it,

Seeing that the small person was getting closer and the Giant Scythe could not hit,

the Death imagery made a decision, it directly abandoned the Giant Scythe and tried to grasp the young man with its two giant palms.

Without the weight of the Giant Scythe, the hands were a notch faster, and Yi Chen couldn’t use Star Transfer again in a short while… it was at this crucial moment that the necessary part of the plan was connected.

Vivian’s voice came from the air.

“Push!”

Countless pale hands appeared below Yi Chen,

using these hands as stepping stones and with the thrust from the arms themselves… Swoosh!

The forward rush instantly changed to a diagonal upward leap,

the whole person was shot out like a human rocket, heading straight for the Death imagery’s head, nearly three times faster than running and just evading the grasp of the two giant hands.

Slap! He landed successfully on the Death imagery’s shoulder.

Without the slightest hesitation, the firearm ‘Bartosz’ was already ready.

The gun barrel was pressed against the neck of the Death imagery,

and inside the gun barrel, a whole box of high-density armor-piercing bullets, wrapped in the threads of embers, were already loaded and ready under the command of the little grape.