Chapter 918: A Single Advance Team Cannot Resist the Enemy
This is the longest reverse summoning I have ever experienced.
Even with my mastery of Spatial Sense Transformation, I find it hard to comprehend the spatial changes under this summoning mechanism.
Before long, I sensed the end of the summoning.
There lay a profound deep blue, everything before me became tangible, and then the exhilarating sensation of detaching from the Major Weakening Spell transferred to my clones.
Then came the otherworldly will’s rejection of the Outsider.
Even though this is not my main body, nor is it a recognized life form, being rejected by the world is inevitable for individuals originating from outside the world.
However, all this sense of oppression turned entirely into a curse of misfortune, resisted by my Alchemical Items.
Even though the Main World has shattered to such an extent, the suppression of the world consciousness is far beyond what a medium-sized world’s will could withstand.
Soon, our descent to this world completed.
I saw the grand rune ceremony that summoned me and the deep sky that lacked a single star.
The drifting clouds formed a regular circle, as if sprinkled.
Finally… a wave of weightlessness surged in my mind.
“Am I… in the sky?”
When I came to my senses, I turned around, and beneath me lay a vast expanse of land visible in all directions.
The sensation of falling weightlessness, accompanied by fierce winds, rustled my clothing and skirt.
My silvery long hair rose with the wind, and the strong gust scattered my braid, which I desperately grabbed to prevent it from flying away.
Although all this happened in a fleeting moment, I managed to figure out what the situation likely was.
A massive and painful energy fluctuation surged directly beneath me.
That was the energy source triggering the summoning; under the violent energy eruption soaring up, the runes were depicted in the sky.
And when I looked back at the ground, I noticed towering buildings, brightly lit, with countless crowds packed onto the roads between the compact constructions.
They all looked up, gazing in my direction.
Expectation, curiosity, novelty, inquiry, excitement…
Countless emotions intertwined like a grand stage, awaiting the performance of the one who takes the stage.
“Wow… it really seems like a person has appeared there!”
Among the crowd, a skilled individual suddenly stopped speaking, as all eyes were drawn toward the figure.
They looked up at the “guest” depicted by Monroe, the leader of the Real Protection Association.
However, despite the grandeur of the summoning ceremony, the figure that appeared seemed like an ordinary person.
Even those with smaller stomachs worried about falling like this… wouldn’t they die?
“Who on earth is that? Is there anyone who recognizes them?”
“It looks like… white hair? If it’s long hair… might be a girl?”
“Good eyesight? I can’t even find the person you guys are talking about…”
At that moment of chatter, someone suddenly noticed figures flying across the night sky, trailing flames toward that figure.
“Hey! Wait! Those guys aren’t members of the Advance Team, are they? What do they want to do?”
“Damn! Those soulless guys want to kill her! This is terrible! Why do it like this?!”
“Anyone! Who has a flying device?”
“What do you need it for? To fly up and die? Moreover, flying devices have intelligence restrictions! Fakes!”
“What about the real members of the Real Protection Association? Please help! Are you just going to ignore those you summoned?”
While the crowd was anxious, I, far away in the sky, also sensed multiple waves of malice directed at me; this emotional targeting made me sensitive to it.
“Players?”
As I watched those figures rapidly nearing me, I also felt their murderous intent.
It seems they had already prepared for my sudden arrival…
Is this the grand gift that Betrayer Witch Sheril prepared for me?
Surrounded by so many onlookers, being locked onto by players in this world from the moment I appeared… what kind of start is this?
I had originally planned to quietly infiltrate and gather intelligence about this world and the geniuses who came to this world.
But it turns out like this?
For this particular clone, I have not provided any Magic Source or Spellbook.
This clone only possesses an incomplete “Pseudo-Self-Autonomous Magic” body talent, the Great God of Knowledge, and… all the Spell Frameworks and Rune Ceremonies of the original spells and derived spells I have mastered.
My clone is also a derivative of my Field Order, able to utilize Knowledge Power to perform basic functions of spreading a Power Network.
This clone, Moons, is indeed different from ordinary clones; I poured a lot of skills into it to ensure she wouldn’t struggle upon entering the Game World.
As I watched the players rapidly approaching me, several Spell Ceremonies appeared before me.
Compared to the mindless rapid casting of a typical Spellbook, my impulsive construction of rune spell ceremonies is indeed very inefficient.
However… for magical and spell civilisations lacking Spellbooks or other special means, this casting process is what a Mage should demonstrate.
The other side seemed to have noticed my actions; their combat platform fired a barrage of bullets at me.
Following that, many lock-on tracking missiles trailing smoke came toward me.
“Target locked. No facial feature information detected… data has been manually updated, you have been marked as ‘Catastrophe Witch,’ compiling information…”
The members of the Advance Team also received this message in their vision.
As frontline warriors, they naturally understood the concept of witches.
They were currently working on a beta test game named “Catastrophe Witch,” and even though their team hadn’t entered it, they still understood about the Catastrophe Witch.
However, this game project had been urgently halted and sealed off, with no further game sessions being granted.
Just as they were distracted by the data, their bullets and artillery fire had already covered that figure.
But the “witch”‘s body seemed to be surrounded by an invisible shield, blocking or deflecting all the bullets.
They firmly believed their firepower was incredibly strong.
However, under such an ironclad fact, even that still couldn’t break through…
Invisible pressure gradually began to spread.
Finally, the explosion from the ensuing artillery fire enveloped that figure, allowing them to sigh in relief.
Under the light of the explosion, I watched the bullets scatter into pixels, with one of them grasped in my hand.
I must say… the development of extraordinary pixels in this Game World has reached a considerable level.
No wonder Sheril said that this [Extraordinary Knowledge] would lead to breakthroughs in fundamental material aspects; this thing truly holds great potential!
However… I find it hard to imagine why such power, once developed and utilized by them, ended up looking like this?
Such a malleable material, why did it turn into lethal weapons within the game?
Moreover, even creating developments for individual combat, allowing them to wield even stronger firepower, led to the emergence of a “personal combat platform”… oh no, a peculiar approach.
Nonetheless, out of respect for the development of civilization, I recognized their firepower, but that doesn’t prevent me from offering my opinions and criticisms regarding their power.
Of course, these critiques aren’t intended for the players to hear, but rather for myself.
What you consider powerful holds no value in the eyes of others.
As the flames gradually dissipated, the so-called explosions did not inflict any damage on me.
The dispersing flames at this moment assumed a different posture, inheriting the temperature of their momentary explosion, burning fiercely in the sky.
Everyone only saw explosions in the sky, some lamenting, while others found it cruel.
Until… they all noticed the prolonged flames in the sky, they began to realize the unusualness of the situation.
But in comparison to the ordinary people who merely looked on for fun, the members of the Advance Team understood much better what kind of monster they were facing at this moment!
The biological characteristics of the opponent have not vanished…
Accompanied by the synchronization of secret information, they felt a chill run down their spines.
Indeed, they didn’t have time to observe the data playback of the battle, but just by seeing the records, they felt despair.
“A single advance team cannot resist.”
Just this description was enough to let them know that this time it was over.
“No… wait! There’s still hope! Other members of the advance team nearby have already gone out; we just need to wait for their support!”
“That’s right! Those banned accounts have been cleared, we have so many people; can we really still not deal with a single Mage?”
With a few people comforting one another, they regained some confidence.
However, one person in the team remained indifferent to it all.
That would be the one with a bloodlust; if it wasn’t for his terrifying battle strength and capacity to fight post-bloodlust, this captain wouldn’t keep such a ticking time bomb in the team.
After all, such subordinates can be useful at times, especially during indiscriminate slaughter and while harvesting soul material.
But now…
As the flames in the sky burned more terrifyingly, it resembled a scorching sun, until the blinding light gradually turned cold…
That figure began to emerge from the inferno, a long sword stained with flames, exuding a terrifying aura that stimulated everyone’s nerves.
“Not just a pus-filled Mage! This is the kind I like to kill the most in the game!”
The reckless man disregarded everything, even the data presented before him; he didn’t look at it and quickly blocked that stuff.
In his eyes, there was only… killing!
However, at the moment when his murderous intent was released recklessly, a flash of blade light ignited with blue flames.
Then, the extreme heat followed the blade’s edge.
The spreading flames formed a barrier dividing the sky in half.
And that dividing line… was the player roaring angrily while charging toward me.
It was as if he felt nothing, continuing to yell in rage.
As if at this moment his killing intent and anger were all ignited by the raging flames; propelled by his personal combat platform, he still advanced undeterred.
Until his body began to disintegrate, becoming indistinct like fine details being progressively pixelated, before those pixels fell away from him as uniform blocks of color.
Eventually, as his body disintegrated at an accelerating pace, he reached the path he took while chasing me.
He died.
Everything happened too quickly for the Advance Team to react.
“A single advance team cannot resist” materialized at this moment.
It made them realize the gap in individual powers.
Ultimately, the movement of the supreme directive forced them to recognize just how dangerous their current situation was.
They feared because they knew clearly that they were just created characters and wouldn’t truly die, but such an overwhelming sense of oppression still instinctively made them feel terrified.
It was as if their emotions no longer belonged to themselves.
When they tried to force themselves to calm down, upon seeing the supreme directive, they were once again stunned!
Those game architects actually instructed them to attempt to… communicate with this seemingly terrifying witch?
However, looking at the language module that had been preloaded, they realized they had no way out; at least they were following the will of those elders, and should an accident occur, those elders wouldn’t blame them.
In this world, game accounts are not as arbitrary as those from other worlds; the upper echelons have stringent control over this aspect.
It basically amounts to entering a dream only to fall into a pit.
If they lost their character privileges, then they would have to venture as the most dangerous advance team in other worlds!
According to the calculations of the supreme directive, the Catastrophe Witch possesses a certain degree of desire for conversation; if they can delay with negotiation, there is a higher probability of survival than fleeing.
Furthermore, when more advance teams arrive, they can cover their retreat.
It’s also not impossible to jointly take down this Catastrophe Witch.
After all, this is a city, which limits many of their large-scale indiscriminate lethal weapons.
“Catastrophe Witch! I think this is a misunderstanding!”
The captain activated the directional amplification device, speaking in a language he was not very familiar with.
They had long been accustomed to prompt conversions of such languages.
But everyone was extraordinarily tense at this moment.
If the other party showed no mercy, they might meet their doom here in the northwest.
Fortunately, the other side responded… but their expressions became even more anxious!
Because the other party responded to their words… using the language from their world!
It’s important to note that they had been doing exceptionally well in secrecy and language transformation; how could there be individuals from other worlds who could reverse translate!
“A misunderstanding? Since that’s the case, then I’ll consider all those bullets you shot at me as a welcoming gift; as for the blow I just dealt, what do you think of it? If you’re not satisfied, I can gladly give each of you another hit.”
My voice, accompanied by waves of heat, warped the light, rendering them unable to see clearly, yet my words sent chills down their spines!
