## Chapter 229: Killing and Killing Until You Get Used to It

## Chapter 229: Killing and Killing Until You Get Used to It

Mercenary C ran desperately. He had never known he could run so fast. The air he tore through whistled, turning into a fierce, hurricane-like wind that whipped his clothing all over his body, making them flap loudly. His face felt like it was being cut by knives, and the stifling and dry heat seemed to be driven away quite a bit by the strong wind.

A feeling of exhilarating joy made him suddenly feel light and airy, as if he had discarded the cumbersome clothing on his person, discarded the heavy burden in his heart, and was running unrestrainedly, naked in body and mind, with arms spread wide on a pure white, soft beach. That's right, he was the Seagull by the Gemini Sea, running against the wind, spreading his wings, ready to fly...

This inexplicable pleasant Illusion even made him forget that he was still in a sorry state of fleeing, with his life in danger. At this moment, he was no longer running to escape; he ran with a smile on his face, spreading his arms like a Great Peng spreading its wings, as if he could fly up at any moment—it turned out that speed was so wonderful.

"..."

"Brother, you haven't been scared silly, have you? You're making it hard for me to muster fighting spirit."

A familiar yet strange voice sounded beside his ear. Mercenary C jolted, waking up from his state of forgetting everything else. He suddenly turned his head and discovered that at some point, a snow-white Werewolf had appeared beside him, running shoulder to shoulder with him with a relaxed and effortless expression. In its eyes, naked killing intent was mixed with a hint of depression and helplessness.

The next moment, he felt an intense pain in his back, as if something was about to burst out from there. He coughed up a mouthful of blood in horror, and his whole body was sent flying high up. His mind went blank—could it be that he was really going to grow wings on his back? Could it be that he could really spread his wings and fly?

There was indeed something bursting out from his back, but it wasn't wings, merely blood. His body did indeed fly up, but it wasn't flying, merely being knocked away. It's a pity Mercenary C had no way of knowing anymore. Perhaps, to leave while maintaining such a fantasy, he was already happy enough.

After Mercenary C fainted, I did not stop, but added a few more hits until his life reached zero before stopping. Don't blame me for being heartless. Think about those massacred by him, the innocent Villagers who died with pain and despair on their faces. When had he ever been soft-hearted? To die without feeling anything while unconscious was already letting him off easy.

Afterwards, I searched on his person and finally only got a few normal equipment. The only blue chain boots also had completely junk attributes. No wonder he was so fragile, actually being knocked away by me with one move. It seems the life of a Mercenary is indeed not easy.

Turning back, I chased in the direction of the other Mercenary. As for the last one, he had already been handed over to Xiao Xue and companions. With Xiao Xue's current strength and speed, which is even more monstrous than mine, plus its sensitive nose, if he could still escape, there would be nothing more to say.

Picking up pace, I ran at full speed, several points faster than before, visible to the naked eye. A faint layer of scarlet blood light was faintly revealed on my person. That's right, this was precisely the effect after casting a skill. Although Mercenary C's equipment was indeed very poor, but after all, he was a Desert Warrior known for strength and life. Being able to knock him away with one move and display even faster speed than just now was mostly attributed to the power of the skill.

I didn't have a nose as sensitive as Xiao Xue's, but I had an extra multi-functional reconnaissance aircraft. Under Lǎn Wū Yā's surveillance, the whereabouts of the other Soldier were nowhere to hide. The information transmitted through the telepathic link allowed me to quickly discover the trace of the other Soldier. He was attempting to run towards Lut Gholein City, probably thinking he would be safe mixing in a crowded Place. Little did he know that Xiao Xue had already firmly remembered his scent, so no matter how he disguised himself, it would be useless.

Mercenary A occasionally turned his head, discovering there were no pursuers behind him, and couldn't help but feel happy in his heart. Damn it, I knew my luck wasn't bad, he thought smugly. As for the safety of his other two companions, he couldn't care less anymore, as long as he was fine.

The distance to Lut Gholein City was less than an hour away. As long as he blended into the City, even if that Person had heaven-reaching abilities, he wouldn't be able to find him. By then, he would have to properly enjoy himself and calm his nerves. Mercenary A had already started fantasizing about returning to the City, eating delicious food heartily and playing with beautiful women.

When he habitually turned his head again, a black spot appeared on the back that should have been empty, and it was growing larger at a speed visible to the naked eye. One could imagine, the speed of the black figure was definitely several times his own.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. He wasn't mistaken, he was indeed not mistaken. At this speed, let alone returning to the City, he would probably be caught up to within a few minutes. Despair was revealed in Mercenary A's frightened eyes, and he couldn't help but roar savagely in his heart: Damn it, damn it, could it be that those two scoundrels actually failed to hold back his pace?

When a Person reaches a life and death decision, their true nature is always exposed. And Mercenary A's selfish and cowardly nature was exposed without a doubt at this moment.

"Here are a few tips," I said coldly behind Mercenary A.

"First, if it were a monster attack, they never leave corpses; Second: if it were Desert bandits, they never kill young women; Third: the few large bandit groups in the Desert have all been dismantled by me."

That tone, like it had been frozen for ten thousand years, every word made Mercenary A shiver uncontrollably. He didn't expect that the special arrangements made by the three after massacring the Village were actually slapping themselves in the face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong, please forgive me, I want to join the Adventurer's Alliance, I will definitely turn over a new leaf in the future..."

When the aura of death approached, Mercenary A no longer cared about his image, actually running while crying and shouting loudly.

"..."

Seeing the other party hesitate, Mercenary A felt as if he had seen a ray of dawn in the darkness, and couldn't help but feel great joy in his heart.

"Really, believe me, I will definitely turn over a new leaf, I can swear to God, if I break it, let me suffer forever in the Burning Hells." Mercenary A turned his head, the tears and snot on his eyes and nose were shaken all over his face from running, looking just like a Clown.

"Alright then, I won't kill you." My pace gradually slowed down.

"It's... it's a deal, you have to keep your word."

An expression of ecstasy appeared on Mercenary A's face, but his base nature made him unable to believe anything anyone said. Seeing the other party slow down, he was extremely ecstatic, and couldn't help but speed up his pace and run forward. As long as! As long as he escaped into the City, he would be safe, he firmly believed this.

Then, he only felt his next step landed on empty air, and his entire figure fell violently. Caught off guard, he hadn't even hit the solid Ground yet, when suddenly his vision went black, and his body fell into a soft and sticky Space where he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. The entire Space was filled with a nauseating bloody and rotten smell.

Before Mercenary A's brain could fully react, the soft and sticky surrounding flesh walls began to gradually contract, squeezing towards him. He used his hands and feet in utter horror to brace against the surroundings, but the flesh walls were like a ball of cotton candy. His hands and feet sank into it. The flesh walls, with a steady and elegant pace, gradually covered his body. Mercenary A felt the surroundings becoming increasingly narrow, the air also became increasingly murky. The sticky liquid was gradually dissolving his clothing. The gradually tightening flesh walls were slowly squeezing the air out of his lungs. His body was in so much pain he was about to lose consciousness, his eyes became increasingly blurry...

What a huge Sand Maggot. I stood outside, watching indifferently as Mercenary A was swallowed by a gigantic white flesh pillar that suddenly shot up from the Sandy Ground. This white flesh pillar was as if the Poison Creeper had been magnified hundreds or thousands of times. Its diameter exceeding five meters, and its length was unknown. What was different was its body structure; its appearance was white and soft like a silkworm, covered in a thick layer of fat that was difficult for blades and spears to penetrate.

Having spent several months in Lut Gholein, I could tell the name of this monster with a single glance—Sand Maggot. Perhaps it shouldn't be called a monster, because it doesn't belong to the Hell Creatures. Instead, like the plains animals such as antelopes, wild deer, and rabbits that are widespread on the Grassland of the Rogue Encampment, it is a native Desert type Creature of the Western Kingdom.

These Sand Maggots have powerful strength. If captured by them, even a Classed Adventurer might not be able to escape safely. However, luckily their movement speed is not fast, coupled with their lazy nature. Their hunting method is similar to waiting by a stump for a rabbit. Within their hunting range, they will leave obvious Traces, such as an unnaturally sunken Great Pit or similar, so even Ordinary People can recognize it and stay far away.

Although they are not Hell Creatures, their horror level is even greater than that of Hell Creatures. In other words, ever since there were Hell Creatures, the Sandworms' lives have become even more comfortable. For them, these foolish Hell Creatures who step into their hunting range without hesitation are simply delicious food bestowed upon them by Heaven.

And Mercenary A, because he was busy fleeing for his life, actually didn't even notice such obvious Traces. He stepped into the Great Pit and was then swallowed by the Sand Maggot that shot up into the sky. Even the Sandy Ground within a radius of over ten meters was sent hundreds of meters into the High Altitude by this strength. Being inside, sand and dust swept through, covering the sky and earth, like the Apocalypse descending. Although I had long heard of the Sandworm's monstrous nature, this was the first time I had truly seen it. I didn't expect even hunting to have such power. If I were swallowed inside, I didn't know if I could escape. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shiver violently.

However, even if Mercenary A could stop in time and escape the Sand Maggot's hunting range, I also didn't plan to let him go. Whether he could turn over a new leaf wasn't important. Rather, the Adventurer's Alliance doesn't need such cowards stained with innocent blood.

When I returned to the original Place, Xiao Xue and companions were already lying there, yawning boredly. Seeing me return, they couldn't help but rush towards me like little dogs, sticking out their tongues. Please, don't even look at your size before doing that! I was helplessly knocked to the Ground by Xiao Xue, letting those bright red tongues constantly lick my face—Luckily, I was still wearing the Exceptional Helmet on my head, otherwise my face would be in trouble.

After playing around for a while, I flipped over and jumped onto Xiao Xue's back, casually took off the Exceptional Helmet covered in drool, and took a deep breath—This full-coverage helmet looked mighty, but wearing it wasn't necessarily comfortable. The structure on the front only left two crevices for the eyes and nose, making the head inside feel very stifled. If I wasn't trying to hide my identity, I wouldn't wear it. Druids are indeed most suitable for wearing Wolf Heads.

I commanded Xiao Xue to slowly walk towards an Oasis nearby in my memory. I remembered there was a small shed built there, just like the tea stalls on official roads in ancient plays, specifically for passing Travelers and Adventurers to rest. That kind of Place similar to a Bar, but without the atmosphere filled with the smell of wine throughout the Room/House, was more suitable for me who wasn't fond of wine. The most important thing was being able to inquire about a lot of information inside.

Along the way, I couldn't help but start recalling the gains from the past two months—Just like the situation just now, in these days, I had been going back and forth between the four major Cities. This Elder Title is really damn useless. I want to seriously criticize the Mage Guild for being inflexible. As an Elder, I actually still had to be like Adventurers, first walk to other large Cities, and only after registering at the Waypoint there could I use it permanently, although almost the entire journey was done by Xiao Xue walking on my behalf...

After finally running around to the Waypoints in the four major Cities, I would fly back and forth whenever I had nothing else to do. Consuming some of the damned Mage Guild's energy was also good... Cough cough, this is naturally a lie, I am not that kind of Person!

In order to clear out those Corrupted who didn't know how to restrain themselves, I flew back and forth miserably like a salesman, even saving the effort of training. Counting it up, in the past two months, the number of People who died by my hand is almost a thousand. Ah, of course, among them, the Corrupted only accounted for a very small portion, less than ten percent. As for why, cough—

I felt I was getting numb from killing. Luckily, I had a naturally delicate Spirit Saintess accompanying me along the way, and through another method, resolved the savagery that was gradually accumulating in my heart, otherwise I would definitely be driven mad.

And what made me fortunate was that among the Corrupted who died by my hand, no Classed Adventurers appeared. Thinking about it, this is also natural. With the identity of a Classed Adventurer, how could they possibly look favorably upon this kind of low-level killing, looting, and plundering method? If I hadn't been involved in the Three-No Princess's conspiracy, I wouldn't even have met Tuk and the other three.

Another point that must be mentioned is, although I was overwhelmed by the Corrupted causing trouble everywhere, at least two months have passed. I still crossed the Level 23 Checkpoint without incident, successfully escaped the category of a beginner Newbie—Don't doubt, without reaching Level 24 and mastering all Third-tier Skills, in the eyes of other Masters, I am no different from a Newbie.

There are a total of five Third-tier Skills for the Druid. They are Wild Berserk and Maul from the Shape Shifting branch, Volcano and Cyclone Armor from the Elemental Skills branch, and Corpse Creeper from the Summoning Skills branch.

(end of chapter)