King Ember's Journey to Tevat

Chapter 847 Don’t Underestimate the Old Man
"Hmm? Didn't you stop him?"

"No."

The lady disappeared almost instantly, surprising Zahn and the others.

But they quickly sorted out their thoughts. Plans can never keep up with changes. Even if an executive officer escaped, the other team could still handle it with their strength - as long as the one who escaped was not the first few.

Moreover, the executive who ran away might not be able to break through the blockade of his companions outside.

"It doesn't matter, let the people outside handle it." After lowering his head and giving a few instructions to his companions beside him, Zain strode towards the doctor.

"boom!"

Two palms, one big and one small, collided with each other and were stuck together for a long time without being able to separate.

"It turns out it's you..."

"Yes, it's us."

As soon as Zain pulled his hand back, other people had already arrived beside him.

"boom!"

Various lights exploded, and when the doctor appeared again, his entire body was covered with scars.

"strangeness."

While fighting with the puppet, Kunolos took a break to look around the scene. Seeing the wounded appearance of the doctor, he was filled with surprise.

They were aware of how difficult the doctor was to deal with. The power that dispersed the damage to various slices was really tricky.

But now he had scars on his body, it would be a lie for Kunolos to say he was not surprised.

"Hey, hey, hey, this is boring."

Seeing that the doctor had given up on transferring the damage, Zahn's tone was full of disappointment. The doctor's slicing ability was not top-notch. If he didn't transfer the damage, he probably wouldn't be able to play for long.

The doctor was in deep pain, as slicing had been his biggest reliance before, but now he dared not give up slicing easily.

The reason is that there are too many rioting test subjects. As Zahn said before, there are as many people who want to eat him alive as there are numbers in his test logs.

The test subjects that he once preyed on at will have now become crazed hunters, and they are doing everything they can to hunt down the doctor's slices.

If one doesn't work, then two, if two doesn't work, then a group. Each of them has the Eye of God, and coupled with this desperate attack, the number of slices the doctor has is decreasing almost every moment.

Even if he stopped all the projects he was working on and focused on making new slices, he would still not be able to keep up with the hunting speed of the experimental subjects.

Relying on the decent strength of this slice and the cat-and-mouse mentality of Zeen and others, the doctor took the time to look outside the burning ruins.

It had been a while since the explosion, but it was still quiet outside. The Fatui headquarters in the Eastern City seemed to have not heard the explosion at all.

Didn’t he hear it…or were all the reinforcements blocked outside?

The doctor did not think about it any further. Without knowing how many test subjects had entered Solstice, all he could do now was to keep all the slices near Solstice secret, and...

"sieve!"

"Want to run? It's not that easy!"

"Everyone, relax!"

Zahn's eyes narrowed, and not only him, but the others behind him also saw the doctor's intention.

Most people stopped their actions, and they relaxed their minds based on the shouting just now. As for those who stopped their actions, their actions at this moment were surprisingly consistent.

Bend your fingers into claws, and then pull down hard!
"boom!"

There was a dull thud as a large amount of rolling mud wrapped around the doctor's body.

"Hoo..., hoo..."

Heavy gasping sounds were heard, and it seemed as if a dozen bellows suddenly appeared in the palace, blowing out strong winds wildly.

The sound of the wind was so loud that it even made everyone else on the field stop what they were doing.

"them……"

"fine."

A young man who came with Zaen stopped Diluk and Kunoros. He just shook his head slightly in response to their worried looks.

"Heh...heh...it seems that the hatred in everyone's hearts...is increasing instead of decreasing."

Zain's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked back at his companions behind him. They were all in the same situation. The God's Eye on his waist was as black as ink, awakening all the heavy things that the boys and girls had accumulated during this period of killing.

The corpses, screams, pain, and everything seen in the Fatui's underground laboratory, some of them scattered between heaven and earth and fell on an organization called "The Fatui".

The puppet's heart was as calm as a real puppet's, so she was always the first to notice when something ran in.

Now she felt that she had become "heavier", both physically and mentally. That thing had not only penetrated into her heart, but also attached to her body, but it was too scattered and too small to be seen by the naked eye.

Most executives are different from ordinary people. They are always keenly aware of changes in their own bodies.

The same was true for the rooster. Although not as profound as the puppet, he understood what the uninvited guests must have done to him.

Now that these people are standing still, it is a good time to make a move. The rooster thought so, but his hands did not make any moves.

Because he saw the faces of Zain and the others head on. What kind of faces were they? The bloodshot eyes looked like they were dripping with blood, the throbbing veins were like spider webs, and the twisted skin had all the resentment written on it...

This is not a human, this is a ghost.

"Squeak..."

The doctor, who was wrapped in a ball of darkness, began to be squeezed, and the sound of bones breaking came one after another.

"Haha, aren't you very smart? We have used this trick so many times, why haven't you found a way to deal with it?"

The wriggling mud has no echo.

"Goodbye, I hope you've found a way to deal with it the next time I see you, so we can play a little longer."

After saying this, the lump that looked like mud lay on the ground and stopped moving.

"Gulu..."

After seeing this scene, both the executive officers and the observers from the Northern Continent Intelligence Network could not help but swallow a few times.

The scarlet in his eyes faded, and his twisted face returned to normal. Those heavy things slowly returned to where they should be - the bottomless depths of his heart, where even his owner would not even glance at them.

"Ho..."

Zeen half-knelt on the ground, beads of sweat the size of beans dripping from his chin, making him look like he had just emerged from water.

He looked at his pale hands. If he was not facing the Doctor, he really didn't want to use that kind of power.

A strange emotion filled his heart, making Zaen feel as if there was another indescribable entity occupying his body.

But he looked up at everyone who was protecting him, and despite being tired, there was still a hint of a smile on Zaen's face.

Heavy things can overwhelm a person, but there are not only those heavy things in his heart, but more of them are those white and light things that make him happy.

The people who strangled the doctor were gasping for breath. After what happened just now, the executive officers became absent-minded in their attack.

They just wanted to stay away from this group of weird people. But there was one exception, and that was the clown who had been silent before.

"boom!"

"Humph!"

Kunolos stepped back, his nose was flushed, he reached out to wipe it away, and saw blood on his fingertips.

"Isn't he the general manager? He's also so good at logistics!"

Kunolos exclaimed, he had just taken a punch from the Harlequin and now his heart began to beat wildly.

If he gets hit a few more times, he'll probably have to ask Diluk to collect his body.

"Huh... maybe we have fallen into a misunderstanding."

Diluk took a deep breath, and just after the Doctor's slice of death, the Harlequin changed his previous appearance and his aura became terrifying.

"He's a man who hasn't taken action in hundreds of years, and he doesn't have the title of an executive officer."

"You underestimated me..."

Diluk had a bitter taste in his mouth, such was the limitation of ordinary people's perspective. The Harlequin had been in winter almost all the time, and many observers had never seen him take action in their entire lives.

Naturally, many people thought that he was just an old man who had worked hard and made great contributions, and was given the title of "General Manager" to enjoy his retirement.

"Executive officer? I was the one who decided on this title back then."

Harlequin smiled slightly at Diluk's words.

(End of this chapter)