Chapter 164 - Long Hair

Chapter 164: Chapter 150: Long HairThe puppet paused at the second-floor stairway, its smooth black eyeballs looking down at the crowd below, an invisible pressure spreading and expanding.

In the next instant, without any forewarning, the puppet transformed and expanded on the spot, turning into the red-haired bow-holding Princess Merida, who quickly notched and drew her arrow, aiming at Bai Lang.

Swoosh—

The arrow shot out, its piercing sound ripping through the air. Bai Lang had no time to dodge, hastily countering instead; from his sleeve, he summoned the Medusa Snake, releasing the Petrification Gaze at the arrow.

The ordinary wooden arrow, under the effect of Petrification Gaze, turned gray-white and increased in mass, causing it to veer off its trajectory and embed into the marble floor just inches in front of Bai Lang.

Bang!

Several floor tiles instantly cracked, with fragments flying at high speed and striking Bai Lang in the head and body. He grunted, with blood streaming from a forehead wound.

Moreover, the red-haired princess continued to fire arrows, launching indiscriminate attacks at Bai Lang, Li Cheng, Gray Rain, Su Jie, and the others, recklessly destroying the hall, shattering column after column.

In desperation, Bai Lang shouted to Elliot, "Make her stop!"

He considered himself aligned with Elliot, not caring about the lives of others and willing to provide visitor cards excluding himself to Elliot if needed, not minding joining hands with Elliot and the princess puppet to eliminate the other players.

This could be inferred from his previous sneak attack on Su Jie’s possession of the glass jar head.

However, Elliot ignored Bai Lang’s cries. He hung a language translator by his waist, pulled out a black briefcase from thin air, and aimed one side of the briefcase, fitted with a cannon, at Andre.

Boom—

A cannonball, thicker than the side of the briefcase, "squeezed" out of the barrel, blasting forward, the distance sufficient to penetrate a solid composite armor wall.

Facing the cannonball, Andre’s figure suddenly vanished, reappearing three metres away, his feet standing on a page—when the princess puppet appeared, he had decided to tear a page from the and throw it into the shadow, using it as his teleportation anchor.

The cannonball brushed past Andre’s afterimage, demolishing a stone column, a flash of explosive fire dazzling and shockwaves reverberating through the castle, briefly overwhelming the shrill air raid siren.

Dust fluttered down, pages from the scattered across the sky, one drifting over the top of Elliot’s head.

Instantly, Andre teleported above Elliot, hanging in the air in an upside-down position.

His robes fluttering fiercely, standing on the page, his two straight swords slashing diagonally, determined to sever Elliot’s head along with the fingers wearing rings.

At this distance, Elliot had no time to adjust the briefcase cannon, especially since it had a cooling time similar to that of an artillery piece.

He held his breath, concentrating, and unleashed a skill at Andre above him.

Sizzle—

Though the straight swords remained unchanged, smoke truly rose from beneath Andre’s gloves, and his skin turned black and carbonized.

Ordinarily, at this moment, one’s instincts would cause them to drop their weapon, interrupting the skill’s effect.

Andre, ignoring the pain in his palms, his eyes cold and excited, suddenly accelerated his swings, chopping at Elliot who had hastily raised his arm to block.

Swords on both sides sliced through thick fur; the left one severed three fingers while the right dug deep into the neck, almost completely decapitating Elliot.

Almost.

Numerous golden strands of hair fell from the ceiling, entwining around Andre’s limbs like spider silk, preventing him from advancing his sword even slightly.

Squeak!

The golden hair binding Andre’s limbs pulled taut in different directions, forcing him to activate the "Nuance Scripture" special effect and teleport away, narrowly avoiding a fate similar to Shang Yang, who was quartered.

The shattered doll morphed from the red-haired princess Merida into a long-haired princess in a golden dress and pink skirt. Her golden hair crazily grew behind her, descending to the carpet and rapidly climbing the walls and ceiling.

Like numerous animated ropes, it entangled several players.

Bai Lang, feeling pressure from both sides, almost crushed his teeth together, activating Feeding Snake Skill, summoning venomous snakes to spit corrosive poison liquid at the surrounding golden hair.

Andre swung his sword like the wind, cutting through the hair in a flurry of chops; Su Jie released a shadow of the Golden Bell Shield, enveloping the area to fend off the golden hair strangling.

Gray Rain stood still, his palms liquefying into chainsaws, buzzing as they sliced at will.

Able to transform into only one princess at a time, each princess had different abilities...

Confirming his speculation, Li Cheng held the Nuclear Energy Lighter, lightly flicked open the cap with his fingernail, switching it to the fourth setting and fiercely shot flames at the surrounding hair.

In the rules of the Slaughter Field Game, consumable items/skills of the same quality are generally more powerful than non-consumable ones.

The Nuclear Energy Lighter, as a consumable item, traded limited fuel for higher Level 1 attack power.

Under the furious blaze, the surrounding golden hair curled and carbonized, burning to ash.

Boom Boom—

Several beams and pillars of the castle had already collapsed, and now affected by the remnants of continuous battle, they emitted sounds of unbearable burden.

Seeing the castle about to collapse, Li Cheng consumed a large amount of fuel to drive back the golden hair coming from all directions, and took the lead heading for the exit. The other players hurriedly followed, leaving only Elliot, whose neck was half-severed, and the long-haired princess in the collapsing castle.

As soon as they stepped out, Bai Lang immediately activated Feeding Snake Skill, remotely controlling the Blind Snake left at the air raid siren to turn the valve, shutting off the air raid alarm.

The piercing alarm ceased abruptly, and the entire castle instantly vanished into thin air, revealing the landscape of the "Future World" area.

The setting sun still descending in the sky, with about ten minutes left until sunset. Li Cheng closed his eyes, his mind racing to draw the park map.

"This hair is pretty beautiful." Gray Rain plucked broken hair from the chainsaw. The golden hair was dazzling, soft, and shiny, comparable to a shampoo advertisement enhanced with many special effects. Even the hairstylist Tony at the salon couldn’t find any faults.

"You can speak?!" Su Jie, picking up a head canister from the ground, jumped in surprise. He thought Gray Rain was some kind of unthinking summoned creature or clone.

"What? Are you surprised?" Dressed in a Daoist robe like Li Cheng, only in gray and white, Gray Rain glanced at Su Jie, "Do you look down on clones? Do you think clones don’t have the right to speak? Deserve to be oppressed by this human-rights-hating society? Hearing this makes me tremble with anger, sweats profusely in the heat, hands and feet ice cold... Can this society get any worse, how should we clones live for you to be satisfied..."

As a Liquid Metal Robot, Gray Rain didn’t need sleep to stay fully energized, using extra time daily to surf the internet.

"No, no, sorry, I didn’t mean that." Su Jie broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly shaking his head to deny it, glancing at Li Cheng from the corner of his eye.

Seeing how this situation has developed, it seems "like master, like servant" is indeed true...

"I accept your apology, but acceptance ≠ approval. As compensation for my emotional distress, you owe me one eighty million, just transfer it to him." Gray Rain pointed to Li Cheng, already fantasizing about how to splurge the money—starting with buying a top-of-the-line computer, then a game console, a lazy chair, a waterbed, a massage chair, and ideally also a fridge to have corn juice anytime.

Bai Lang’s facial muscles twitched slightly, staring hoarsely at Li Cheng: "So what now? You disagree to give Elliot the tourist card to let us out. We are still trapped here!"

"You’re wrong," Li Cheng opened his eyes, calmly stating, "We are not the only ones who want to leave here."

Bai Lang, astonished, "What?"

The air raid alarm sounded again, and the half-collapsed castle reemerged in the void.