Lu Yao looked at the cold and smooth eyeball in his hand.
As he gazed at the green pupil, another perspective that was very different from the one in the room also surfaced in front of him.
The street lights on both sides of the street were receding rapidly.
Isabel was chasing after her target at high speed.
She made a U-turn into a parking alley and stopped to observe.
In the dim light, the body of the previous dingo was rapidly bulging, its forelegs standing upright, its fur split down the middle, revealing a burly man encased in white fur.
The man was a bloody mess, with a thick layer of beastly white fur sewn onto the surface of his body. He had loose, greasy hair, his mouth covered in thick whiskers harpooned with white breath, and his eyes were filled with blood, like a humanoid beast that had been transformed.
Lu Yao thought furiously, this appearance, isn’t it the HD PLUS version of the Barbarian Hero?
In reality, the stripped and bound pervert was really the Demon Jack who drove the barbarian tribe.
The beast-skinned man tore the drunkard’s clothes apart, leaving his skin exposed to the air. The bestiary then vomits a puddle of blood on the drunkard, which he dips his claw-like fingers into and writes odd symbols on the drunkard’s body.
Isabel darted closer as a dark shadow.
She grabbed a rusty steel pipe from somewhere in her hand and clunked it head on hitting the orc-skinned man square in the side of the head.
The orc-skinned man was smashed by the huge force and flew backwards, crashing into the windscreen of an abandoned Otto car, splattering the ground with broken glass.
With this level of force, the orc’s head was still only slightly dented, and he struggled to sit up.
Isabel’s pole came down hard from the air again, landing exactly on his head.
Once, twice, three times.
Isabel simply swung the pole skilfully, sending the orc-skinned man into the car. Soon the orc-skinned man’s arms were hanging down and his body was immobile.
The Lu Yao people looked dumbfounded.
Where was the promised summoning necromancer?
How come it’s a Physical Sword Saint?
Something’s not right, something’s not right, I’ve been duped ……
“My lord, this is a Devil Believer, the identity should be a hero.”
Isabel’s voice came from the eyeball.
Lu Yao realised, “That means the real demon is still in the shadows.”
“Yes, he should be snooping around somewhere.”
Isabelle’s eyes looked around, searching for the mastermind that was hiding in the shadows.
“My lord, because of the boundary dimension constraints, I can’t identify the gods. I can only recognise the faith fire on the demonic apostle, making it difficult to determine the demon’s orientation.”
Lu Yao said, “Is that demonic devotee still alive?”
“Alive, but because he came over from the lower realm dimension breakthrough, he has mutated into a monster, just a walking corpse under the manipulation of the demonic deity.”
“And the usual method of dealing with it?”
“Execution.”
Isabelle’s gaze was still fixed on the four below and said, “After being reduced to monsters, they can’t recover even if they return to the Low World Dimension. Killing them is the last mercy for them.”
“Then let’s do it.”
Isabelle’s gaze went to the bestiary once again, “My lord, he is already dead.”
Only a dark silhouette remained on the dented car, as if burnt and left in humanoid ash.
“……”
“I am truly sorry, my lord, I have not fought for too long. Despite every effort at self-restraint, he was simply too weak, and this level of power was enough to be fatal even for him. Please chastise.”
“Forget it …… the result is no different anyway.”
Lu Yao suddenly felt the viewpoint shake violently for a while, and then it didn’t move, as if the screen had been pressed the pause button.
He tried to call out, “Isabelle, Isabelle?”
There was no response.
Isabel’s body fell into some kind of marvellous stillness, and her viewpoint became fixed, facing in the direction of the streetlight.
Lu Yao knew that the probability was that the demonic player had made a move.
He observed calmly, pondering countermeasures in his mind.
A person wearing a mask stepped into view.
The visitor wore a wide black trench coat, and the hood obscured half of his face, revealing only thin lips.
“Finally caught you.”
“You’ve kept me looking for a long time, you’re good at hiding.”
It was a light female voice.
“Then, I’ll laugh at your Flame of Faith for now.” The trenchcoat woman reached out her hand and fished a flute out of her pocket with her left hand, and a handful of dog food out of her pocket with her right hand.
“From today onwards, be my dog.”
“Good dog, lick my hand well and you’ll get a treat. Come on, come on, stick out your cute little tongue.”
Isabel, who had been stiff, suddenly stormed up and grabbed the other’s wrist, “Gotcha.”
The other party shivered as if he had seen a ghost, spilling dog food all over the place.
“Impossible, impossible, the best*ality ritual has already been initiated …… How can you still have sanity?”
“Who are you, who are you?”
Isabel asked through her eyeballs, “My lord, is it necessary to execute the demon? That’s the conventional way of dealing with it.”
“There’s no rush. Let me think about it.”
Lu Yao said, “Pull back her hood.”
Isabel pulled off the other party’s hood, revealing a head of light blonde hair inside, as well as a young female face.
The hairdresser, Liza, looked at Isabel with a stunned expression, as if she still couldn’t figure it out, and her eyes had a few moments of confusion.
“Now, ask her ……”
In the face of Isabel’s enquiry, Liza answered briskly, not knowing whether she was well aware that she had no room to bargain, or whether she didn’t really care.
Lu Yao quickly figured out what was going on.
Liza deliberately pretended to be a victim in order to hide her identity. She had summoned the heroes of the Barbarian Tribe over to perform the Beastification Ceremony in the real world – that is, people were stripped of their clothes, coated with a blood spell and hung up.
The two objects on which the best*alisation ritual worked, a female college student and a courier, were not ordinary people, but simulator players.
The key to the ritual is a small best*alisation relief. As long as one is gazed at by the bas-relief for a long time, the ritual will unfold, and the person being gazed at will gradually lose his or her sanity, cognition, and memories, and be left to his or her own devices.
That bas-relief was embedded in the forehead of the barbarian hero, gazing at Isabel the whole time.
As if she had thought of something, Liza revealed a kind of exasperated look, “…… Why is a high level player like you still able to stay in the safe zone? Those people from the committee are really bullying, they would just bully us ordinary players and pretend not to see you, is there any justice in heaven!”
Isabelle followed Lu Yao’s request to remain silent and pretend to be an expert.
Too many words would be lost.
It was less likely to create a loophole if you didn’t speak.
Liza seemed unsurprised by Isabel’s reticence.
She fished out three things from her pocket, “Becoming a king and losing, I still know this. This time I was unlucky and hit the iron plate, I admit it.”
Isabel took the loot from her hand, but remained unmoved.
“Only these.”
Liza said, somewhat self-consciously, “I also ascended up to the crawlspace, and got my spectacle ruined by a bast*rd, so I descended back to the safe zone. I just want to make some extra money with the best*ality ritual so I can get back as soon as possible.”
“Now I’m just a barbarian tribe that also collapsed due to drought and had to migrate again ……”
“Kill or die as you wish. I’m being watched by the committee anyway, and there’s no difference between being caught by you and being caught by them.”
Isabel spoke, “You go and turn yourself in, this ends here.”
Liza fished her mobile phone straight out of her pocket and dialled 110.
“Hello? Police? I’m the pervert who hung the guy up earlier, yeah, that’s the one. I’m turning myself in, I’m guilty, so come over and arrest me. My name is Liza, I live in 701, Building 3, Nanpu Apartments, Jiuyuan Community, you guys can check my personal information.”
Isabel turned away and returned to the darkness.
……
Half an hour later.
In a white separate room.
“I told you, that’s a High Player who shouldn’t be in the safe zone!”
“The [Flayer’s Statue] I obtained in the Creeping Zone had no effect on her, and she killed my level 7 Barbarian Hero in three hits with a steel pipe, that specialises in strength and defence ……”
Liza wore a pair of shackles made of woven rattan with some impatience on her face.
“She’s shrouded in black mist and doesn’t look old, but those might be prop disguises as well.”
“Either she’s a high level player in the Creeping Zone, or that’s a high level Apostle …… anyway, definitely far beyond the standards of the Safe Zone!”
Opposite Liza was a wall made of green bricks.
This wall seemed to flow like water, its surface slowly undulating.
A voice issued from within the wall, “Lisa Yuan, the committee’s punishment for you will now be announced.”
“…… By harming ordinary players in the safe zone, illegally robbing Faith, and disrupting the social order, you will be sentenced to 10 years of imprisonment until you enter the Creeping Zone. The punishment takes effect immediately.”
The room became dark at once.
Only the screen on the table glowed faintly, illuminating Liza’s somewhat resigned face.
She sighed and sat down in front of her computer, clicking on the only icon on her desktop.
The Deity Simulator.
As soon as she ended up opening the interface, Liza slammed her fist on the table in anger.
“Higher players are even so! A rookie newcomer also dares to get in my mouth and destroy my tribe and channel! Yao God? Little Yao cub!”
