I am a reincarnation player.

The violent afterimages formed by fists and feet made it impossible for Yuuki to see clearly. He was a veteran Monster IV player, and he didn't dare to use Chaos Items or Moonlight Ghost Steps. Even the pure soul energy was a bit clumsy.

Soul energy is the core of the Night Watch system, but they spend their entire lives studying how to shape energy. Yuuki does not have extraordinary skills in this area. His soul energy is a by-product of demonic possession, and of course he cannot turn into a demon with a long tail.

Fortunately, the Demon Heart has enough energy reserves. Yuki is like a novice who has a mountain of gold but doesn't know how to use it. He keeps dodging and retreating.

Can't shape energy into a shield? Then I'll make up for it with quantity. Real Night's Watchmen have average physiques, and rely entirely on soul energy to drive them? But I'm really good at using special effects.

A faint light shone through his body, allowing Yuuki to barely keep up with the pace, and Ashura couldn't tell whether this was the use of energy or a level 8 physique, but anyway, the speed and strength were barely enough.

Afterimages intertwined in the air, leaving behind a dazzling trail of lights, which amazed the night watchmen on the ground and they all floated up to provide reinforcements.

"Hey, do you think I'm stupid? You're trying to lure me towards the main group."

Asura dodged the incoming rays again, feeling somewhat annoyed with the bishop's caution. This was already a confirmed fact, so why was he still testing him? I could just go all out and kill him.

But at this moment, another wave of energy came from the north side of the mountains, and several lights moved at high speed in the darkness.

The people from Valhalla took action, and it turned out that they had been colluding with the Night's Watch for a long time.

This was not unexpected, but it made Asura's mind a little clearer, and he took out a broken golden sword from the storage space.

Chaos Item. Sacred Letter of Challenge.

A beam of black and red light touched Yuki's body. It didn't seem like a mental attack, but more like some kind of rule. The will to fight instantly filled the hearts of both sides. Only one side could survive on the sacred arena.

"Come, let's go to a fairer place."

Ashura turned and walked away, rushing towards the distant mountains. Under the rules, Yuki didn't hesitate and chased after him at full speed.

This was the rule-based prop he used to lure Ms. Molly away.

Yuki's spirit was not affected. He could not resist this rule. When the props were activated, only one party could survive, but in essence, this was still a test.

An invisible mental force was scanning him, capturing every expression of Yuki.

From the fear of being bound by rules to the gloom of being out of touch with the main group, these are not the main points. As the two of them chase and flee, the deep night magnifies in their eyes.

Ashura rushed towards the Night Tide. If Yuuki was a player, he would definitely find a way to break free from the rules. He didn't have a powerful soul lamp, and if he rushed into the poisonous circle, even if he killed Ashura, he would be buried with him.

But the feedback from Yucheng was not surprise but joy. The Tide of Night was a poisonous circle for the players, but the best battlefield for the Night's Watch.

"It's basically confirmed to be the Night Watchman. He released more energy, trying to drive Ashura into the tide of night, but why isn't his soul lamp that bright?"

Delle Dole opened his eyes, this was the only question in his mind.

"Who knows? We've never caught a Night's Watchman above Level 3, and we're not interested in learning all the secrets of this group of lazy people. Perhaps a high-ranking Night's Watchman can adjust the brightness of the lights. Otherwise, how can the Inquisition catch the traitor?"

The Sloth Bishop was still biting his fingers, but his explanation was reasonable. For example, the Inquisition that Yuuki encountered in the cafe, their lighting was no different from that of ordinary people, and the strongest one looked more like an old man who was about to die.

"That's true. Simply relying on lights for identification makes it impossible to conduct covert operations." Deldor didn't dwell on it, looking towards the other side of the mountain range. "This is a coordinated effort between Valhalla and the Night's Watch. No wonder they dared to attack."

The logic finally made sense. A level 1 Night Watchman set a trap and hid it from all her eyes, but this was just bait. The real killer was the player.

"Hehehe, the only ones who can deal with players are players. How many people are here in Valhalla?"

"Three people, and two players who seem to be collaborators from other factions, but they are all very strong. The white-haired Heroic Spirit is called Emiya, and he's quite famous."

"It's him, tsk, I just happened to have a small grudge to settle with him, it happened several years ago." The Slothful Bishop laughed even more happily. Killing the Night's Watchmen made him lose interest, only the players—

Slaughtering them, twisting them, and then rolling their bodies into meatballs is really exciting just thinking about it!

"Notify Ashura to be more diligent and come to help after dealing with the night watchman. Don't waste too much time." The bishop moved his shoulders and lifted himself up with his invisible hands. The strength of the level 1 night watchman had been tested long ago, and he was definitely no match for Asura.

"And then let the idiots at the foot of the mountain retreat. Seriously, they didn't defeat those Night's Watch in half an hour. Concentrate the troops--"

"I'm going to turn Valhalla into the most beautiful meatballs!"

Chapter 10: It’s frustrating, that’s right!

The choice of the Sloth Bishop is natural. Killing the Night Watchmen does not bring much benefit, but killing players is a different story.

You can also get game rewards, pick up materials and chaos items, and they have enough lights on them, which can last for several days after they are divided.

This opportunity came from the enemy's laziness. The battlefield was already fully deployed, and hundreds of Night Watchmen were in a panic, not knowing which side to reinforce, resulting in a disconnect on the battlefield.

Valhalla was even more interesting. They finally jumped out, and they had to jump out, otherwise the reputation with the Night's Watch that they had worked so hard to gain would be reduced to zero.

With Deldor's mental tide scanning the battlefield, everything is under the control of the bishop, and the lights in the dark are even more advantageous, which can prevent the enemy from hiding their troops. When combined with prompt 1, it becomes difficult to move into the battlefield from a long distance.

Why not eat the meat that is right in your mouth?

The battlefield map appeared in the bishop's mind. It was a huge triangle, with each side hundreds of kilometers apart.

The climax was on the plains, where hundreds of Night's Watch had lost their command and were in chaos. Even if they reacted, their phalanx could not move faster.

Another battlefield was on the south side. The level 1 Night Watchman was struggling under the fist of the Asura Rhinoceros Beetle. This man's strength had just been observed and he was definitely no match for him.

He gave Asura 20 minutes. If he couldn't kill him, he would retreat. He wanted to see whether the Night's Watch would reinforce their leader or help the players.

The last battlefield was right in front of them. The aftermath of the players' battle had already torn the spirit puppets to pieces. At a glance, there were only five lights left.

"It's the fluctuation of a Noble Phantasm. Three of them belong to Valhalla. The white-haired man is Emiya, the little girl is Illya, and the black-haired girl in the Night Watch uniform is Mana."

Del Dole took out a book full of eyeballs, which was exchanged from the Hundred Eyes of True Knowledge. She had to keep spending points to find them to unlock and update information. It was the most valuable prop in her hand.

"What strength? When did you update this book?" Bishop Laziness took a quick glance. Many players have the 'Complete Book of a Hundred Eyes', but the True Knowledge Hundred Eyes is too ruthless. Every expansion or update requires a large amount of points.

The fake arms business is a one-time deal, while the real arms business is to continuously provide supporting services. Of course, the information that can be sold only includes the player's name and the faction he belongs to.

"A borderland standard was updated a month ago. Emiya is a Monster IV player, Illya and Mana are Monster III. Oh, and that Mana is a special person."

"Hey, there's no such thing as identity in a dungeon." The bishop didn't bother to care. Even if their identity was special, they could still seek revenge in the Aether Particle. "Who are those two players, and why are they helping Valhalla?"

The Encyclopedia of a Hundred Eyes has a search function. Deldor uses his mental power to lock onto the flickering shadow and the black-haired girl holding two guns, and the pages of the book turn automatically.

"That ninja belongs to 'War Maniac', his name is Wolf, and he's a solo player. The woman is using a concealing item so we can't see her clearly, but her strength is only at the level of Monster III."

Three camps, one Monster IV, four Monster IIIs, and the ninjas can't perform stealth assassinations because of the lights?

The bishop tightened his chin, tightening it harder and harder, leaving bloody marks.

The 'Beast Tamers' and 'Survivors' were fighting fiercely with them. These two camps were slightly weaker in strength, but had more people. One had a lot of summoning players, and the other was highly mutated and difficult to kill.

Charizard, Squirtle, and the like can be quickly revived after being dismantled, and the mutant players of the "Survivors" will wriggle back together even if they are chopped into pieces.

"Make a quick decision, they are retreating." Deldole urged from the side. The players of Valhalla did not disperse, but chose to maintain the team formation and retreat slowly.

Swah——

Dr. William of the 'Survivor' rapidly mutated, turning into a flesh whip tens of meters thick and a kilometer long, which lashed out fiercely. It could not see clearly in the dark and could only rely on listening to the sound to locate the position and block the shooting.

The Valhalla player suddenly stopped and saw the bloody flesh whip appear in the range of the light, passing over the protective props, and with a "boom", it smashed a valley on the map.

Illya turned around immediately, and a beam of light shot out from her gorgeous staff, cutting the flesh whip in half, but it immediately split into hundreds of disgusting monsters, spewing out deadly poisonous mist.

Super G virus, Dr. William is serious.

The bishop nodded with satisfaction, feeling that it would be impolite to wait and watch any longer, and asked Deldorer to scan the battlefield one last time.

The Moon Wolf and the Psychic Messenger have arrived to support, leaving the Night Watchmen behind.

The outcome of the battle on the south side was still undecided, but the night watchman was already feeling timid and almost jumped into the tidal range.

This is for self-protection, and it further confirms the identity of the Night's Watch. If it were a player, wouldn't jumping into the tide of night be seeking death?

"Let's go too and deal with the strongest Emiya first." The bishop twisted his waist like doing gymnastics, looked at the ether particles and adventurer players beside him, and grinned from ear to ear.

"By the way, leave those two little girls to me. I like innocent little girls like this the most."

......

Deep in the mountains, no, the mountains have been cut into pieces by various abilities, just like in a simulation game, where players create the terrain at will.

The black-haired girl held up two guns and shot at the infinitely regenerating monsters. She couldn't smash them to pieces, as this would cause a large amount of virus to explode. However, the girl's bullets were extraordinary. The monsters that were hit had no wounds. Only an hourglass shadow would appear, and then they would stand there in a daze as if the pause button had been pressed.

Time-related supernatural powers, fortunately she is there.

Emiya turned his gaze back to the distance. Several lights were approaching rapidly. This was the real test.

coming soon.

As a battle-hardened hero, he knows how to fight player battles.

Strength, numbers, and the mutual restraint between supernatural powers, just like the 'God G Virus' cannot do anything to the 'Time Bullet'.

The Beast Tamers and the Survivors, these two camps are not very strong, but they are numerous and extremely difficult to kill. They are most effective in testing the enemy's situation or delaying time. When the harassment is almost over, it is the turn of the enemy's strong men to make the final move.

Emiya took out a longbow, stretched out his right hand, copied a spear and a short sword, put them on the bowstring, and after shooting it out, there was a sound like a nuclear bomb.

It's useless. It was intercepted by something along the way.

The hot air flow blew on his face, and Emiya could not see the fireball blooming in the dark night. He only saw the lights stop for a moment and continue to move forward. He couldn't help but look to the side.

A girl in a night watchman's uniform was protected in the middle, her manas already unfolded, her fair little hands choosing the future. Next to her was Illya in a black dress, with a complicated magic circle unfolding in front of her.

Along with the high-speed divine words, a pink beam of light sank into the night. With the echo of "boom", a light in the distance went out, and several summons of the siege team disappeared.

"We hit the summoner, Mana-chan!"

"Okay, I'll pick the next target for you."

The two girls clapped happily, as if they were not nervous at all. Illya and Manas, who had activated the Caster Class Card, cooperated to kill another player.

But Emiya's expression did not change at all. In this battlefield, the Monster II players were just cannon fodder. The truly strong ones could not be killed so easily by them.

"Mana, do you want to continue?"

"What else? It's too late to break out separately now. You can't protect both of us." Mana asked with a smile, leaving the young man in red speechless.

Of course, he didn't believe the secret sage, but he knew that Liangyi Manas would not be easily fooled. However, his warrior's intuition told him that the situation was extremely dangerous.

The wolf fought with the summoned creatures, and executing several players consumed a lot of energy. He and Homura Akemi would not protect anyone, and would retreat immediately if they really couldn't win.

Then came this slothful bishop who was extraordinary.

Replicate, nock, and shoot.

The energy aftermath that came down from above shattered several layers of defensive items, and Manas's next plan was crazy. He wanted to expand his domain and take away the bishop, but what about the remaining players? You know, two more camps are about to join the battlefield.

What to do? Standing there and waiting to die is definitely not an option.

The invisible hand kept hitting from more than ten kilometers away, combining offense and defense. There was no chance of winning in long-range shooting.

"Illya, use the Saber class. The rest is up to you."

Emiya acted decisively and instantly disappeared from the center of the group, a light streaking across the sky without being blocked on his way.

Of course, the Monster IV player needs another Monster IV player to deal with it. Why should the Beast Tamers and the Survivors intervene? Even the Ether Particles themselves split to both sides and join the battlefield.

"Haha, king versus king?" Bishop Sloth also sensed the fighting spirit and twisted his neck, making a crackling sound. "Alright, leave such a diligent player to me. You continue scanning the battlefield. I have a feeling something's wrong."

Deldor nodded slightly. She was also a Monster IV player, but she had just entered this level and was not good at frontal combat.

The bishop disappeared in front of her and faced the oncoming heroic spirit. The three players from the 'Adventurer' camp remained alone in the air. The invisible spiritual power covered the battlefield of thousands of square kilometers, controlling every move.

In five minutes, the Moon Wolf and the Psychic Messenger will join the battlefield. They have lost one-third of their strength, but the remaining strength is enough to break the balance. It is better to free those two girls. It will be difficult for them to die if they fall into the hands of that madman.

The Night Watch's choice was unexpected. They actually came to support the players, but they couldn't make it in time. Without a commander, and having to protect the giant chariot, they could only be spectators of this battle.

Then there's Ashura, why hasn't he dealt with the Night Watchman yet?

The woman opened her eyes, her eyes filled with confusion, because the two people on the battlefield had disappeared. Looking back, she saw the deep night in the distance.

Hey, where's Ashura?

.......

A psychic player monitors the battlefield. Using any extraordinary abilities will reveal his identity and cause a chain reaction.

Subsequent plans would be impossible to implement, and cautious players would simply retreat. Faced with this deadlock, Yuki's response was simple:

As usual, use the land to its fullest extent.

The tide of night formed a clear dividing line. According to previous intelligence, the worlds inside and outside the tide were two different worlds, and all abilities could not pass through each other.

Mental detection and space movement are all ineffective, otherwise the space player is too shameless and doesn't need to fight at all, just throw the enemy into the tide and let the night deal with it.

And relying solely on vision, even a Monster IV player would not be able to make a judgment based on lights from hundreds of kilometers away.

"What's wrong with you?" Ashura, whose body was glowing purple, blinked, somewhat confused.

Just now he had suppressed this night watchman firmly. The latter was very clumsy and did not have the fancy use of soul energy of those night watchmen.

He estimated that twenty minutes were almost up and was ready to go all out to end the game. Then this guy suddenly exploded as if he had taken medicine, tightly entangled the careless Ashura, and let the spreading tide cover both of them.

It really felt like being washed by the tide, and the lamp of his soul flickered like a candle in the wind. However, he was not panicked, because this was the edge of the tide and he could escape with a sprint.