The Only Player in ‘Child of Stardust’
Chapter 213 - 149: Unicorn_2

Chapter 213: Chapter 149: Unicorn_2

Night Duke’s pupils contracted. At such a close distance, with his extraordinary vision, he saw that the rampant shadow energy was hiding countless tiny blades!

Thousands of micro shadow blades formed a sword storm. No wonder the destructive power was so terrifying. Combined with devouring capability, it could make people evaporate without a trace, leaving no corpses behind!

However, such an attack would definitely consume a lot of spiritual energy and mental strength!

Night Duke hurriedly rode the wind to escape, avoiding the assault of the shadow energy sword storm, and replaced the mask on his face with a crystalline transparent mask.

Having lost his wind-riding ability, he rapidly plummeted downwards. But at this moment, a rumbling vibration came from the ground, and a crystalline mountain shot up.

Night Duke landed steadily on the peak of the crystalline mountain, then struck an odd pose.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Above Zhou Yuan’s head, countless crystal spears suddenly fell, making a sharp sound as they cut through the air, overwhelming in numbers.

Teleportation.

In the sky full of piercing crystal spears, the shadow clone exploded into black mist. The spears embedded themselves into the ground with the power of cannonballs, creating deep pits amidst continuous roaring sounds.

The iron demons tangled up with the shadow clone suffered. Their bodies, eroded by dark matter, became fragile. The rain of crystal spears wiped them out entirely, killing them at the hands of their own comrades.

But this was also part of Night Duke’s plan.

These demons counted as monsters; killing them leveled him up to LV52, narrowing the gap with Zhou Yuan.

"Seal!"

A megaphone appeared in Night Duke’s hand, sending sound waves rolling and spreading.

This was a one-time-use item he got from opening a treasure chest in the game. It had a suppression effect but had usage restrictions: it could only be used on targets no more than five levels above him.

After leveling up, the difference between him and Zhou Yuan was now just five levels, just enough for the item to be effective.

About two hundred meters away, Zhou Yuan’s figure appeared from the darkness, bound and suppressed by some force, unable to move.

The megaphone disintegrated into powder upon use, and Night Duke swiftly pulled out a...

Water gun.

From its appearance, it indeed seemed like a water gun.

However, when Night Duke pulled the trigger towards Zhou Yuan, a magnificent beam of light burst from the muzzle.

Roaring, it flew out, tearing everything apart.

It easily pierced through Zhou Yuan’s body, continuing forward, forward, forward... passing through the abandoned factory area, crossing the road, burning fiery red holes in the walls of numerous buildings along the way, penetrating everything in its path.

Finally, a two-thousand-meter-long burning beam was left, slowly dissipating under the shocked and terrified eyes of countless pedestrians.

In Night Duke’s hand, the water gun similarly disintegrated into powder. But just as he was about to catch his breath, his expression turned as if he had seen a ghost.

In the distance, Zhou Yuan grinned at him, then his figure dissolved into shadow energy, spreading and fading away like ink in water.

"How is this possible!" Night Duke screamed in disbelief.

"When did you start thinking that was my real body?"

Zhou Yuan’s voice echoed beside his ear. Holding a crystal spear ready for battle, Night Duke was horrified to find numerous dark figures emerging from every direction, all looking like Zhou Yuan!

"You..." Night Duke’s eyes widened in horror. Such advanced shadow clones he had only ever seen with an elite Shadow Mage from the America Continent. The real and fake blended seamlessly, impossible to distinguish!

But that Shadow Mage reached such a level after years of dedicated practice. Could the opponent, so young, really have developed shadow clones to such a degree in such a short time, even with game-leveling?

Splat!

Night Duke’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt. In the moment of his distraction, his own shadow betrayed him, stabbing a blade into his heart.

Then he felt a chill in his throat as a shadow blade slashed it open, warm blood spraying out, draining his body of heat and life.

The dark matter invaded his body, turning his veins incredibly black. At this point, no matter his abilities, survival was impossible.

After a few struggles, Night Duke collapsed to the ground, his health bar hitting zero, and a backpack dropped, containing all his items.

A burst of dazzling light erupted from Zhou Yuan. This was the visual effect of leveling up. After killing several people, he went from level 57 to 59, with the experience bar halfway full. He wasn’t far from the major level 60 milestone. It should be enough to kill a couple of cyber psychosis people later.

"Leveled up twice, not bad."

Five hundred meters from the battlefield, Zhou Yuan changed places with his shadow clone with a thought and picked up the equipment Night Duke dropped.

From the start to the end of the battle, Zhou Yuan’s position had constantly been changing. This was also thanks to the temporary experience card, which increased the number and distance of controllable shadow clones to up to five hundred meters.

With that distance, he could kite countless extraordinary people to death.

"Hmm... two rare items, five fine items, but none are useful, sell them, sell them. Oh, a perfect-quality cursed item? Pretty sinister, sell it too..."

Zhou Yuan sorted through the loot, selling all the unnecessary spoils, and the number of star coins skyrocketed to sixty-five thousand. After all, these people were quite prominent in the Land of Truth, exploring frequently and carrying valuable items.

"The Shadow Sword Storm consumes too much mental strength, but once my spiritual power realm improves, it’ll feedback to the Shadow System, and using big moves won’t be as exhausting. Next, I should find a few lucky targets to test my spiritual energy..."

Zhou Yuan made his plans, opened the map, and flew towards the nearest Evil Spirit Cult outpost.

Bai Lang’s Jade Pendant was indeed useful. Flying was really convenient.

Later, he needed to buy a flight skill.

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"Oh, yes, yes!"

A woman’s bold screams echoed from the room, accompanied by a man’s hearty and contented grunts.

In the living room, the Evil Spirit Cult members drinking were annoyed: "Could you shut the hell up! You’re ruining my drinking mood!"

However, the noises from the room did not decrease. Instead, they grew louder.

"Damn it, do you want me to shove your heads up each other’s asses?" The scrawny Evil Spirit Cult member’s face turned vicious in anger.

"That might just make them even happier." The hairy Ezhou man next to him shrugged.

"These heretics of the Miracle of Pain." The scrawny man thought for a moment and agreed, muttering under his breath.

The Evil Spirit Cult leaned towards the soul domain, whereas the Miracle of Pain believers sought pleasure from physical pain. Their doctrines clashed, making them naturally displeased with one another.

If it weren’t for the higher-ups demanding cooperation, he wouldn’t want to stay under the same roof with the freaks from the Miracle of Pain.

"Night Duke is preparing the ritual. We should start moving, but I have a bad feeling about this," an overweight woman frowned.

"Aah!"

Just then, a piercing scream came from the room.

The group’s expressions changed. To make a follower of the Miracle of Pain scream in agony...

They hurriedly kicked down the door and rushed inside, only to witness a horrifying and visually impactful scene.

The female believer of the Miracle of Pain, with a fake tool strapped below, and a real tool stuck on her forehead, blood streaming down and staining her entire face.

The source of the real tool was the male believer lying on the bed, now bleeding profusely from his lower body, convulsing violently.

The excruciating pain of having his manhood torn off surpassed the limits of the blessing’s tolerance, transforming into sheer agony instead of pleasure, making him feel pain intense enough to tear his soul apart.

"I’m a unicorn!"

The female believer shook her head, laughing hysterically, swinging the real tool on her forehead, cosplaying a unicorn.

Everyone was stunned. Hadn’t they taken anything? Why are they acting high out of their minds?