The next second, the ripples in the mirror transformed into himself, exactly the same.
The soft white light gradually dimmed, and without saying another word to him, the AI sent him into the superconducting world.
Zhongyu stood at the spawn point, a key in his pocket.
A small group surrounded them: "Take out the key to the multiverse and you can leave."
"Huh?" Zhongyu looked at the other side in confusion: "Why should we give you the key?"
The group chuckled: "Where did this greenhorn come from? Do you think you're some kind of white supremacist?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhong Yu rushed up like a ghost and bit the player's neck.
This sudden turn of events left this small group of newbies completely bewildered.
Blood streamed down their companion's neck, while Zhong Yu grinned maliciously, his face covered in blood: "Who are you calling a fool?!"
Your whole family are hotheads!
Zhong Yu's fierce appearance almost reminded the members of the gang of the fear of being dominated by Qing Chen, and they turned and ran!
"Hehe," Zhong Yu walked down the street as if nothing had happened, his face covered in blood, the white novice uniform stained red.
The other players all stared at him with surprise and fear, but he acted as if nothing had happened and didn't care at all.
"The Light of the White? Why do I keep hearing people mention the Light of the White?" Zhong Yu muttered to himself, "Is he a very powerful character? I wonder if he's qualified to be my sparring partner."
Just then, someone shouted from the roadside, "The White Light has made another move, kill one more... wait, this time they stopped after killing one."
"Now everyone says that White Light is a giant, sinister Voldemort who has plotted against many people."
Zhong Yu muttered to himself, "Should I gather a few slaves in the Western Continent to play with first? This White Light seems pretty good."
Back in the Eastern Continent, his greatest wish was to enslave Qing Chen, but the plan failed.
This time it shouldn't fail, after all, there aren't many people as powerful as Qing Chen.
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Qing Chen lay prone in the grass, holding a crossbow in his hand, secretly aiming at the target ahead.
With a whoosh, a cold arrow shot out from an extremely tricky angle.
However, the opposing player was also very skilled. Upon hearing the sound of the bowstring, the player instinctively dodged, and the arrow that was originally aimed at the opponent's neck only struck the opponent's shoulder.
Qing Chen crawled backward quickly on the ground, but the player didn't chase him. Instead, the player took out a launcher and fired a signal flare into the sky...
Qing Chen was startled. We agreed to a one-on-one sneak attack. Are you calling in reinforcements because you can't take a joke?
In the past, the knights would always call for reinforcements to fight, but now he's all alone. Where can he find reinforcements?
Moreover, he had already realized one thing: he was being targeted!
A group of experts are searching for him!
A voice came from afar: "The Light of the White Man is over here! Phoenix Guild members, gather here and kill him!"
Qing Chen didn't bother crawling anymore; he got up and ran wildly into the jungle!
Chapter 819, Lure and Kill
"Have you heard? The Phoenix Guild is chasing the White Light. They've already chased him for two kilometers," people whispered in the city of the main world.
"Isn't that something that happened in Multiverse 8? How did the news get out?"
"Oh, when White Light was running away, he casually killed two more players who were watching the show with his crossbow. The two dead players posted online and are cursing White Light."
The others were puzzled: "...Wasn't he being chased? How did he have time to kill a passerby?"
"Who knows..."
At this point, someone had already compiled a list of 10,000 participating players and was updating the progress and kill counts of the top 100 players on the forum in real time.
Currently, Hades, ranked number one, is wreaking havoc in the center of Red River Valley. This necromancer has already summoned more than three hundred skeleton warriors.
Judging from the shrinking of the poison circle, Hades' location should be the final battleground. Other players must survive against him to clear the game.
The second-ranked viper is a girl, an assassin, who is frantically leveling up on the second level outside the central circle.
The third-ranked one is White Light.
The number one player, Hades, has 311 kills; the number two player, Viper, has 112 kills; and the number three player, White Light, has 27 kills.
The number of kills by the top three has plummeted.
This is actually normal. After all, Hades is an S-class combat master. No matter how powerful others are, they are still far behind him.
"The Viper and the White Light will meet Hades in the heart of Red River Valley sooner or later. The two of them are definitely no match for Hades."
"Is there any need to say more? When White Light went in, he was only F-rank. It's already impressive that he's killed so many. Let alone seeing Hades, he wouldn't even be able to get past the Phoenix Guild. However, he was the one who opened this instance. His ability to find game mechanics is impressive enough. It's a pity that he did all the work for someone else."
Casual players all acknowledge that Qingchen is very powerful, but in their opinion, it is impossible for Qingchen to clear the 8th multiverse.
Someone approached the Phoenix Guild leader and probed, "Why are you chasing after the Light of the White? Do you have a grudge against each other?"
The Phoenix Guild leader had just logged on when he was immediately stumped by the question: "We're hunting down the White Light?"
He was just in charge of intelligence gathering when it was reported that a demigod-level awakened being suddenly appeared in Blackwater City, attacked a level 2 church, and killed the entire family.
At such a tense moment, if the Phoenix Guild leader hadn't been preoccupied with recruiting the Light of the White, he wouldn't have had time to log on at all.
As a result, he had barely arrived when he heard that he was sending people to kill the other party...
Damn it...
He looked at his subordinates and asked, "Who gave you the order? Didn't I say I wanted to recruit him?"
The subordinates also felt wronged: "How could we dare to order the hunt down him on our own? It must be spies from other guilds trying to smear us."
The guild leader immediately reacted: "Damn it... get our spies in other guilds moving too! If we can't have him, no one else can either! Go hunt down White Light!"
At this moment, Zhong Yu, who was covered in blood, followed a group of people toward the entrance to the No. 8 Multiverse. Although he could no longer enter the instance, he still wanted to join in the fun.
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On the plain, Qing Chen was still running, dodging the skills behind him.
He was covered in wounds: three on his legs, seven on his arms, and two on his back, all from being chased and killed.
The medicine in the airdrop crate was all gone, the crossbow bolts were all used up, and the hand crossbow had been thrown away, but there were still dozens of pursuers behind them, and they couldn't kill them all no matter what.
Moreover, the number of people hunting him down is even slowly increasing.
The key point is that these guild members are quite different from ordinary players.
Because the four major guilds basically control all the dungeons, it is very difficult for ordinary players to obtain a class; at most, they can get a few gene potions.
But these guild players have professions!
Seeing that each of them was surrounded by ice stars or sparks of fire, Qing Chen had essentially brought together ice and fire mages.
Qing Chen didn't even turn his head this time, afraid that he would be instantly killed by a single skill.
Gradually, the pursuers closed in from both flanks. A group of spirited elite players faced the disheveled Qing Chen like a well-trained pack of wolves chasing a lone buffalo.
Someone blocked the road with ice walls, and Qingchen could only barely dodge them each time.
Sometimes, when he loses his balance, he has to crawl and tumble on his hands and feet, getting covered in mud and grime.
Players joked, "Is this the light of white supremacy?"
However, before they could be smug for long, Qing Chen plunged into the dense forest.
Dozens of Phoenix Guild members stood at the edge of the woods: "Should we continue chasing him? The visibility in the woods is too poor. He's focused on running this way, there might be a trap."
“Chase him,” a crocodile-man said coldly. “He’s still too low-level to cause any trouble.”
"Chase him! He's at his last gasp, let's slaughter him indiscriminately!"
Dozens of players chased after them, but due to the vast size of the forest, their formation gradually dispersed.
A player was walking cautiously through the woods when, as he passed a large tree, a patch of 'turf' behind him came to life and slowly stood up.
He had just heard the noise and was about to turn around when a short knife appeared from behind him and deftly severed his neck.
When the player falls to the ground to look at the killer, they can only see the killer crouching and moving in another direction.
He doesn't look disheveled at all anymore.
The other person's body was covered in weeds, and it was unclear when this White Light had somehow woven a ghillie suit out of the vines in the dungeon!
Judging from the timing of their pursuit, it was definitely not a hastily arranged trap. The other side had prepared ghillie suits here long ago, ready to lure people in and kill them at any time.
Just then, someone nearby suddenly cried out and fell into a pit full of splinters, getting pierced right through.
The wooden spikes inside the cave were about half a meter long. More than ten of them pierced through the player's body at once, trapping the player on the ground, which looked extremely terrifying.
The players here aren't quite dead yet, and next door someone else has gotten vines wrapped around their legs and is hanging in mid-air.
The players from the Phoenix Guild were startled. They had been to this Multiverse 8 before, and they had never heard of any hunter traps here.
Only then did they realize that the White Light had entered the multiverse earlier than they had, and that the other party had been here for more than a day without any change in their condition.
In other words, the other party took advantage of being the first to arrive and made these preparations, just waiting for someone to take the bait.
It's too yin.
Who would bother setting traps as soon as they enter a dungeon?!
So, it wasn't that they chased the White Light into this place, but rather that the other side lured them here; this was the battlefield the other side had chosen!
"White Light wants to level up quickly!" The pursuing player was shocked: "Does he intend to jump directly from F-rank to S-rank and compete with Hades for the final victory?"
As they were talking, they saw him pass by a big tree. In the canopy above, Qing Chen hung upside down with his legs wrapped around a branch. After reaching out and swiping the player's neck, he crawled back into the canopy.
The surrounding players bombarded the tree canopy with skills, but after they calmed down, they found that their opponent had already jumped around in the tree canopy and moved away like a monkey.
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