The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 42 - Blood Lambs

42: Chapter 42 Blood Lambs

42 -42 Blood Lambs

“Ignoring the deflection, or has my stance gauge already filled up?”

The New Year Sword Technique, blocked momentarily by a sword, continued its descent, chopping onto Loves White Silk’s shoulder.

Before he could even feel the pain, Loves White Silk turned off his pain perception.

He was here to play the game, not be played by it.

No pain could touch him!

Following that, a kick landed on his chest, and his body uncontrollably collapsed to the ground.

The downside of turning off pain perception became apparent—with no tactile feedback, he couldn’t instinctively react.

Without any sensation, he felt like he was constantly floating.

How much strength to use, what angle to take, there was absolutely no feedback.

Deflection had failed, and it definitely wasn’t an issue with his own deflection stance; there was only one other possibility.

This was an elite monster!

Loves White Silk quickly found the “reason”—a Dominant Body elite monster!

Watching the several men who had rushed up and surrounded him, along with their swords, Loves White Silk chose to honestly crouch down and cover his head.

Given his chain of reactions, the others didn’t even have the heart to continue their assault.

He was just too cooperative.

How docile.

“Which force are you with?” Old Mand asked, resting his sword on Loves White Silk’s neck.

From the equipment on Loves White Silk’s body, he appeared to come from a settlement with some strength, but not too large a force, since his armor was a bit too rusty.

Vital gear would certainly be well-maintained; no one would wear it carelessly like he did.

His appearance was ugly and fierce.

Does that mean he overdosed on mutated food?

That doesn’t seem right either; mutations shouldn’t go this far.

This looked more like a mix between Calamity and mutated humans.

Never heard that they could interbreed; even if they could, the Calamity only appeared two or three years after the apocalypse, how could he have grown so big?

Ugly, senselessly ugly.

“Prey Town,” Loves White Silk cooperated with the inquiry.

He had no idea what Prey Town was, but since they had mentioned Prey Town earlier, it was best to pretend he came from there as well.

As for Star Dragon Ridge…

players would never actively choose to be traitors—especially not betray Newbie Village.

Especially since Star Dragon Ridge had many other players.

It’s just a game, players may not always do good deeds, but they must have a line they won’t cross; otherwise, they’d disgust even themselves.

This disgust is not borne of a moral line like “keeping promises,” for players can be without limits.

This sense of disgust originated from a “superior” attitude—players look down on NPCs, seeing them as fake, as data.

It would be truly disgusting if they let the false threats of NPCs betray their own team.

Upon hearing Prey Town, Old Mand’s eyes lit up slightly.

“Take him back!”

Loves White Silk, his hands tied and his weapons confiscated, did not struggle or resist.

He obediently followed the men away.

On the way, he attempted to chat and inquire about the situation, but Old Mand and his men were completely unwilling to communicate with him and took the trouble to teach him to shut up.

When Loves White Silk was brought to the gathering place, he was delighted.

On the other hand, the man suppressing him was baffled—what was there to be happy about?

“Is this a gathering place for Wanderers?

It shouldn’t be the Two-Headed People group from the previous story; I don’t see any enemies with two heads.”

The group, composed entirely of men, numbered around 20, with various heights and body types.

Their equipment was very average, and their weapons were a motley assortment.

Strapping knives to long sticks to pretend they were spears seemed to be this group’s “standard weapon.”

Yet every one of them had an air of ferocity about them; their eyes shimmered red.

There was something off about this group.

The bubbling cauldron with its steam emitted a fragrance that made Loves White Silk’s scalp tingle, as he couldn’t imagine what in the world could smell so delicious.

That was until he saw a fat man throw what looked like the bloody chunks of Blood Lambs into the cauldron.

The aroma instantly assaulted his brain.

Sniffing his nose, Loves White Silk suddenly felt a strong craving.

He belatedly realized that he had shut down various senses and should not be able to smell anything, so why did it seem so fragrant?

The craving for the scent came from an instinct of the body, from the spirit, and not the belly.

“Go in!”

“Clang!” Loves White Silk was locked in a cage, and in the cage next to him, several timorous figures huddled together, whimpering because of Loves White Silk’s arrival.

He had a rough understanding of his own situation, as well as that of the few figures in the cage next door.

“Don’t be afraid,” Loves White Silk comforted the little ones next door.

Although he knew this was a game, seeing the pitiable figures, he couldn’t help but feel sympathy.

Any normal person would find it hard not to despise the bastards outside, and not to pity the pitiable ones in front of them.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of here!” Loves White Silk extended his hand into the neighboring cage and waved, trying to express his goodwill.

The pitiable ones did not dare to come close, still cowering.

Loves White Silk didn’t mind; he quickly made a forum post.

[new!

Enemy nest discovered to the southwest of Star Dragon Ridge, about 20 in number, average level 5, elite monsters included!]

Then, the content of the post: [First to arrive will get a prize, hurry up!]

He, after all, was not alone!

He was ignited with excitement!

After making the post, Loves White Silk once again turned his attention to the several small figures in the cage next door.

“Whimper.”

It seemed as if they felt his kindness; the little ones squeezed out of the dark corner, making themselves visible in Loves White Silk’s line of sight.

The moment he saw their faces clearly, Loves White Silk’s eyes widened, he felt tightness in his chest and some difficulty breathing.

The little ones were none other than the Blood Lambs that had just been tossed into the pot.

They were the size of human infants, but with mutated, contorted skeletons, faces full of pain, and bodies covered in blood.

Every move they made, their bodies trembled.

“Don’t be afraid,” Loves White Silk still extended his hand, trying to offer comfort.

The little ones approached, tentatively getting closer, as if they intended to touch his hand with their heads.

That humble attempt touched Loves White Silk’s heart.

Though they were ugly, for a moment, Loves White Silk felt his heart healed by these poor little beings…

“Fuck!” Loves White Silk couldn’t help but curse.

The pitiable little ones from moments ago suddenly turned aggressive, leaping onto his arm and frantically tearing and biting, transforming into wolves, stripping his arm to the bone in an instant.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He reached his left hand over, grabbed one of the bloody little monsters, and vigorously flung it down like a sandbag, smashing it to the ground.

Although these little ones had sharp teeth and seemed fierce, they were actually very fragile; the impact twisted its neck, killing it instantly.

He finally retrieved his hand and, watching the small monsters moving slowly on the ground, Loves White Silk’s scalp kept tingling.

This game’s setting was too much like Cult Scriptures.

He was still unclear whether the bloody little monsters were human, but those who ate such creatures were definitely not normal.

The other little monsters rolled onto the ground, wailing and whimpering as if they hadn’t been the bloodthirsty ones just before.

“Hiss!”

He was still too naive.

Loves White Silk made a mental note to take revenge once he got out, and then he shifted his attention.

He glanced at his post, and good, people were responding.

More and more people were replying.

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