I've Become the King of Villains in the Game
Chapter 869 - 554 Hunting the Clown

Chen Lun’s heart sank after hearing Seth’s words.

The other party not only didn’t care about his family’s descendants, but also was indifferent to others’ schemes. This Earth Angel "Sik", who had been in seclusion and vanished thousands of years ago, seemed to have his divine nature taking the lead, leaving little room for human emotions.

This was not good news for Chen Lun.

Angels were hard to find, and those with suitable stances were even rarer. Chen Lun took a deep breath, deciding to make another effort.

He took out the almost completely pieced together "Destiny Stele" and said:

"The stele personally carved by Your Majesty, I have restored most of it..."

From the words inscribed on the Destiny Stele, it could be seen that Seth Mitchell had an inexplicable admiration for the Ring Duke. Chen Lun tried to use this to slightly bridge their relationship.

Seth’s reaction was indeed different from before.

His eyes narrowed, staring intently at the stone slab in Chen Lun’s hand.

After a long while, he finally spoke in a low voice:

"The great deeds of the Ring Duke indeed command my respect... But do you know when I started believing in destiny?"

Seth kept a smile on his face, but his gaze grew increasingly indifferent.

"It was from the moment He fell!"

As he spoke, the angel moved towards Chen Lun again, the yellowish cloak fluttering. Seth stood in front of Chen Lun, and said calmly:

"By observing history, one can predict the future... I can state with certainty that there will never be another person to become the Ring Duke, and it’s even more impossible for anyone to surpass him. Other adherents of the Path of Destiny won’t achieve it, nor will the Destiny Giant Serpent Oscar, and as for you..."

He gently shook his head, seemingly dismissive.

Hope gradually faded from Chen Lun’s heart, and he sighed inwardly.

However, Seth spoke again:

"But this Destiny Stele reminds me of one thing... Back then, although the Ring Duke loathed the Seven Gods, he didn’t annihilate the remaining Ancient Gods, even those like the ’Emerald Bird’ who had similar authority to him."

He grinned, extending a finger.

"But the Emerald Bird didn’t seem to appreciate it. I have disliked that guy for a long time... Just right, this time the one behind the scenes is his follower. What do you say, help me kill him?"

Surprise flickered in Chen Lun’s eyes, simultaneously receiving a panel prompt—

[You’ve triggered an A-Class Hidden Task: Misfortune Clown!]

Task Description: Sik Seth Mitchell despises the Ancient God Emerald Bird and hopes you can eliminate his follower.

Task Target: Kill Sigmund, the follower of the Emerald Bird.

Task Rewards: 2 million Experience Points, 30,000 Blue Gabo, and Seth Mitchell’s Affection.

Chen Lun pondered.

He sorted through the information in Seth’s words, clarifying the logical relations behind it, and immediately understood the stance of those Ancient Gods.

At the same time, he felt delighted by Seth’s request... Actually, even if Seth hadn’t asked, he would have taken action to kill the one behind the scenes, since both were high-ranking adherents of the Path of Destiny, essentially competing rivals.

Now it was like killing two birds with one stone, effortlessly completing Seth’s task, gaining Experience Points and Affection.

But considering Sigmund was a follower of the Emerald Bird, Chen Lun felt slightly cautious, hence he asked Seth Mitchell further.

Through Seth’s brief explanation, Chen Lun realized that the power of the Ancient Gods couldn’t match up to the True Gods. Although they were born in ancient epochs, they barely reached the rank of Angel Sub-Gods...

Moreover, their powers and authorities didn’t belong to the ten God Paths, but rather were extremely special "External Paths."

External Paths generally referred to unique paths without adjacent ones, and oftentimes in such paths, aside from the Ancient Gods at the end, there were no other adherents... Because even the Unique Divinity might only have one or two pieces, all of which were occupied by the Ancient Gods.

External Paths were destined to be the desperate path of Transcendents.

The Ancient Gods might not be weak, but they could never be stronger than the True Gods, possibly even less so than some slightly stronger Sub-Gods, let alone the King of Angels.

With these insights, Chen Lun felt slightly settled, choosing to accept the task.

He bowed, saying:

"Your Majesty Seth, I will hunt for you to bring peace."

"Go." The long-haired man said nonchalantly, turning to leave, humming an off-key ancient ballad again.

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Port Enlightenment remained busy under the nightfall.

The lights from street lamps and tavern shops intertwined.

Sigmund stood at the dock for a moment, his brows suddenly furrowing.

A cold wind carrying snowflakes blew through, making even him, a high-ranking Saint, feel an inexplicable chill. An ominous premonition surged from his heart... "No warning from Spiritual Intuition? This is bad!"

Sigmund, ever cautious, turned around with his lamp in hand to leave.

He knew this premonition was highly accurate because with the Emerald Bird’s Blessing, he could predict the arrival of misfortune on his own... The failure of Spiritual Intuition could only indicate one thing: a higher existence had locked onto and shielded his perception!

Who is targeting me? A questioning thought flashed through Sigmund’s mind.

He directly used a Sequence Ability, blinking out of sight.

But in the next second.

Bang!!

An invisible barrier blocked his way, and Sigmund, like hitting an unbreakable wall, was bounced back by the strong counterforce, revealing his form and retreating several steps.

He glanced around, his expression changing dramatically.

The bustling sounds of the dock had vanished at some point.

The night sky remained bright, now covered by a layer of azure veil.

"This is the Spirit World..."

Sigmund’s heart tightened.

To silently drag him into the Spirit World, the hidden enemy must be far more troublesome than he imagined!

"Moreover..."

Dozens of gigantic ancient stone pillars rose from the ground, standing around. Numerous thick iron chains connected the stone pillars, sealing off the area.

Sigmund cursed inwardly.

He raised his eyes and saw a figure ahead.

Slender, tall, wearing a moss-covered wooden mask.

"Who are you?"

Sigmund asked in a deep voice.

The man did not move, but a creaking sound akin to gears turning came slowly from under the wooden mask:

"Famine Knight, Dante."

Sigmund’s frown deepened. He had never heard of this name, nor did he know of anyone in the Mystic Realm called "Dante," indicating that the other party was using an alias.

Taking a deep breath, he tentatively asked:

"I wonder, Your Majesty Dante, why do you stop me?"

"Because of destiny."

From behind, a mocking voice responded.

Sigmund’s pupils contracted sharply. He quickly turned around and saw a fellow in a black tailcoat and a top hat standing not far behind him, without knowing when the man appeared.

The brim of the hat was pulled down low, shadows obscuring the face.

It was impossible to see the other’s appearance.

Only the laughing voice came through:

"Plague Knight Boccaccio, a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sigmund... But unfortunately, you might not see tomorrow’s sun."

"Two of them!"

Sigmund’s nerves tightened, deciding to strike first.

With a cold face, he lifted his cloak and waved his hand.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!

Dozens of card throwing knives sliced through the air, heading towards the mysterious figures in the front and the back. Even though it was just a basic ability of a Destiny Faction [Magician], in his hands, it demonstrated terrifying power.

Simultaneously, Sigmund blinked, appearing behind Dante, a slender scepter sword extending from his cuff to stab at the opponent’s back.

Squish——

The scepter sword pierced through effortlessly.

The cards also embedded themselves in Dante’s body.

However, Sigmund’s face showed no joy. The fact that the other did not dodge was already very eerie, and now not even seeing any blood was even more unsettling.

Creak, creak...

The sound of stiff wooden joints twisting echoed.

Dante’s head turned 180 degrees, staring back at Sigmund. The eyes from within the wooden mask revealed unspeakable sorrow as he spoke:

"Why resist?"

Sigmund’s pupils contracted.

Looking down, he discovered a gaping hole in his left chest, blood gushing out.

"The damage transferred to me..."

Enduring the pain and shock, Sigmund decisively abandoned the scepter sword and used blink to distance himself from the guy... Only after retreating a hundred meters and leaning against a massive stone pillar did he use a magical technique to stop the bleeding.

The masked man named Dante healed at a pace visible to the naked eye, even the cards and the scepter sword that had pierced his body turned into wood and quickly decayed into dust.

Sigmund felt an enormous pressure building.

He did not forget about the other man with the hat, but sweeping his gaze around, he could not find any trace of him.

Sigmund’s left hand, hidden beneath his cloak, used a bracelet pendant to perform location divination, but it yielded nothing...

He was filled with horror.

The opponent’s mystical weight and resistance were indeed far superior to his own!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!

A sudden sound of something slicing through the air approached.

Sigmund immediately noticed hundreds of cards flying from the left front, the right front, and overhead, different from the ones he had thrown, these cards shimmered with red and black light, their power intimidating to behold.

Whoosh!

He gritted his teeth and used blink again.

But terrifyingly, the cards changed direction mid-air, relentlessly pursuing him... The area was locked, and the space available for maneuver was insufficient. After flickering nine times, Sigmund ultimately failed to evade the encirclement.

In the end, forced into a corner, Sigmund had no choice but to reveal his Mythical Creature Form.

Boom!!

A massive dark green serpent surged from the ground, with three pairs of wings on its back. Its long tail swept away the cards raining down upon him.

Explosions and the sounding of jingling echoed around, the area trembling.

"You two damn bastards!"

The serpent roared with a murderous intent.

"You forced me to do this!"

A vintage lamp floated before him, suddenly emitting two green beams of light, one landing on Dante, the other projecting Boccaccio’s image into the air.

Sigmund, sneering, let out a guttural prayer, then in a deep voice said:

"Feel the presence of misfortune..."

However.

The scene fell silent for a few seconds, with neither Dante nor Boccaccio reacting, their calm gazes fixed on Sigmund.

The dark green serpent’s eyes trembled slightly.

"Why..."

Crack!

A clear sound echoed as a crack appeared on the lamp’s exterior, the green light dimming.

"The Emerald Lamp, it’s cracking...?"

Sigmund’s voice raised several pitches.

Strong shock was evident in his tone.

The divine artifact bestowed by the Emerald Bird itself didn’t impact the opponents, but instead got damaged in backlash!

Amidst his turmoil, he heard a stranger’s hoarse voice from above, not sure if it was an illusion:

"Stop wasting time, kill him quickly, we have other matters to attend to..."

Sigmund’s snake eyes darted upward, and then narrowed sharply.

At the top of the stone pillar stood a figure in a black robe, seemingly there from the start... It looked hidden beneath the hood’s shadows, the robe moving without wind, revealing a dense, writhing mass of white snakes underneath, as if those were its legs.

"Understood, Qiaoke."

Dante and Boccaccio replied in unison.

Sigmund felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, coldness spreading through his entire being.

Who are these three...