Chapter 445 – 445. Latecomers Run

“Huh. Huh Eok. What the fuck are those bastards..!!”

Saobao ran like crazy.

In the distance, the guardians of the cemetery and the purple-haired woman were running amok.

He had no idea what the situation was all about.

[Yearer!! Calm down!!! It’s not a skill to just run away!!]

“Turn it off!!! Shut up!!! Fuck can’t you see that!? They’re killing everyone without even talking!!!”

As he said, Son Ha-eun and Keker were killing all the people who seemed not to leave any survivors behind.

In the case of Son Ha-eun, it was difficult to give detailed orders to the guardians of the cemetery, so he had ordered them to just wipe them away, but Keker killed people arbitrarily.

Just like popping an ant to death. I was feeling pleasure.

The feeling of omnipotence he hadn’t felt in a long time made Keker drunk.

‘Yes, this is the sense.’

In the meantime, there were so many strong players like Mer, Hilde, Palus, and Jang Jo-jun in the base, so I had to keep an eye on them all the time. If she acted on her own, she would be out of sight, and her restrained life gave her great stress.

In particular, every time he encountered Mer, who was strict with everyone except Jang Jo-jun, he had to engage in a strange war of nerves.

To put it simply, it could be said that it was a confrontation between the ‘disobedient leader’ and the ‘free-spirited gyaru’. Mer was slightly superior in her skills, so it was Keker who felt more jealous and competitive with Mer.

It wasn’t that the relationship was bad, but it was strangely a rivalry.

If Hilde was the undisputed student council president at Apo Academy, Mer and Keker were bickering at the lower level.

Anyway, Keker was very excited right now.

There was no one to look out for here.

With the freedom she had been given for the first time in a while, she excitedly committed massacres of civilians.

Blowing her head off, pulling out her arms, and sinking her face in, piercing her through, relieved her stress.

“Hoo-wook. Hoo-wook.”

[Yeonja… Running away doesn’t improve your skills…]

“Please shut up, old man. Please. No, what can you do After all, it’s me who has to fight! How to fight those fucking monsters. Did you fight instead Fuck it.”

[…I’m sorry.]

Sao Bao unleashed his anger on his sword.

The sword hanging from his waist quietly closed his mouth.

The existence sealed in the sword was called ‘Swordseon’ in the past, and was sealed with an item called an intangible sword and fell into the hands of Saobao.

The swordsman hated Ma very much, probably because he was a good-natured person, but Keker, who was now approaching them, was the worst creature in the swordsman’s situation.

His body itched because he wanted to kill Keker right away, but since he was sealed by the sword, he couldn’t do anything, so he felt like he was about to explode.

“Sigh. Whoa. Shit.”

Eventually, Sao Bao, who had run out of stamina while running away, hid himself in a corner of him, breathing slowly. Then she quietly waited for them to leave the second floor.

-There I found it again!!!!

-Kuaaaaa!!!!!

“Chew..”

However, the siege was too tight for them to want to leave. Saobao came to the conclusion that he couldn’t escape by just crouching down.

‘A place to hide. Have to hide I need to get out of here right now…’

But the only place he could go was the afterlife…

“Are you here?”

“Huh!!! Aaaaa!!!!!”

He was caught by Keker.

In an instant, Keker’s fist struck Saobao’s chest, and his body floated up and flew away.

Kwa-gwang!!!!!

“Kuh-uh-uh…”

Sao Bao, whose heart burst, sat down on the spot, blood pouring out of his mouth. His eyes blur, his head spins, and tinnitus rings in his ears.

There is no way to survive. His party was already scattered, and he also had no recovery ability or resurrection items.

Death comes

“Hehe. Even if you’re hiding, you’ll find out etc~God.”

Keker smiled and turned the man’s head to pull it out.

So another Chinese man changed his name. Of the nearly 5,000 Chinese who entered the catacombs, about 1,400 died directly at Keker’s hands.

When the guardians of the graveyard find survivors, they kill them as if they were catching and killing any insects they could see.

And among them, most of them were people who lived a life that was far from being a man-god.

Of course, those who were alienated from the game board were slow to receive information, and as a result, they entered the catacombs with the idea of ​​raising their level without knowing what had crawled into them, and were destroyed.

It was a disaster in many ways.

Even Sao Bao, who was one of the strongest among ordinary people, had his collarbone split in half with a single blow, his ribs were broken, and his lungs and heart were pierced to death.

Truly a striker. The first dog that is killed the moment it encounters it.

Keker was too big a monster to rampage here. Perhaps if a puppet or a sword demon had met Keker, they would all have been smashed in her hands.

“Huh. This is it blood. Flesh. Death. This is life ha. Sweet.”

Jang Jo-jun, who values ​​human resources, does not share his prey well. He is greedy, so when a situation arises in which he must be killed, he almost unconditionally handles it with his own hands.

Only then can offerings be made and karma easily accumulated. For Keker, who was caught in frustration, the catacombs were the best dinner party.

“Huh? What else is this?”

Keker, who was immersed in the afterglow of the murder, kicked the dead Saobao and picked up the sword that had fallen to the ground.

For some reason, it seemed like a voice was coming from the sword.

[This, this!!! Let go!!!!! You dirty beast!

“Her. Does the sword speak?”

[Kuaaa!! I mean get rid of those filthy hands!!!]

“Yeah.”

Keker was delighted that he had a gift for Jang Jo-jun. The intangible sword in her hand trembled and resisted, but there was no way to escape.

Keker picked up his sword and swallowed it. Just like that, the intangible sword went into her stomach pocket. If she had caught her sword demon and struck it off, she would have stored the demon sword in her sword ear like this.

“Hey, Keker. Should I move to the 4th floor soon?”

“Huh? Uh. That’s right. Sorry.”

“No. There’s nothing to be sorry for me… I just… Just said it because he seemed to care about arriving first..”

“Aha. That’s right. You have to reach the 5th floor with first place to claim the owner.”

“Ah.. For that reason.”

Only then did Son Ha-eun realize why Keker was shouting that he had to go quickly.

It was the reason Kim was losing for some reason, but Son Ha-eun did not show it. Keker had been so kind to her that she wanted to continue receiving the favor.

Son Ha-eun and Keker, who usually did not have much to talk about, became very close with this opportunity.

Originally, Keker started the conversation with the judgment that there was nothing wrong with being friendly with Son Ha-eun, who could be said to be one of the cornerstones of the Jang Jo-joon group, but now, on the contrary, Keker felt a stronger liking for Son Ha-eun.

That’s why I silently support you.

In the case of Son Ha-eun, she doesn’t need to eat or sleep because she’s a lychee, so she stays in the basement with Dyurahan or hunts the undead all day long.

Even so, there is no law to ask for anything, and there is no strange hobby, and the support through the parasitic tree is amazing again. He was a perfectly good person.

Thanks to that, Jang Jo-joon, who treats everyone except his own woman as just a piece of chess, was one of the few people he considered a real colleague like Hajin-seong and Hellus.

“Huh? But what else is this place?”

“Yes? Uh…”

The two of them wandered around looking for the entrance on the third floor and arrived in front of a large blood donation.

“It is a sign of battle. Wait at the entrance.”

“Yes.”

Upon smelling the dangerous smell, Keker’s impression immediately changed, and Son Ha-eun stepped back.

He was always playful when dealing with non-trivial players, but his playfulness disappeared in this blood donation.

“Hmm…”

Kekker walked slowly inside, taking a closer look at his surroundings.

Human corpses scattered here and there and bundles of broken threads.

And the heterogeneous thing that is cut in half at the center of the blood donation.

“..Puppet master? Judging by the traces of battle… You fought two people. Hmm. This bastard looks undead too. Traces of the sword. Is it Sora and Areum?”

The sword marks were scattered all over the place, so it naturally reminded me of Han Ah-reum, a sword master class.

“No. The sword grain is thicker. Eunji Lee and Eunha.”

Keker, who had a great eye for detail, was able to figure out who the owner was by looking at the sword scars dug into the floor.

“Hmm. But can Eun-ji go this far? It’s not. The traces of the sword belong to Lee Eun-ji, but the fighting method is not Lee Eun-ji’s.”

It has to be. All the bold traces left at the site were all left by Hannya.

“Ha Eun-ah. Come in. It’s safe.”

“Yes.”

At Keker’s words, Son Ha-eun rushed into the blood donation.

She was too concerned about the undead that was cut in half at the center of the blood donation.

“Huh..”

She fiddled with the body of the dead puppeteer.

“Um, can I have this?”

“Huh? Uh. Okay. I don’t care.”

“Wow. Thank you.”

I don’t know what the hell he was thankful for, but when the little skeleton girl sent his thanks, Keker scratched her head in embarrassment.

“This is like a high ranking undead.”

“High Undead? That player undead?”

“Yes. Those guys see…”

Son Ha-eun channeled her magic into the corpse of her high-ranking undead, while splicing her halved corpse around her parasitic neck.

Soon, the puppeteer who had once again faced death opened her eyes.

“Queuuuuu… This is… What are you… What is it?”

“Oh! Revived! What! It’s no different from the Resurrection Stone!!”

“It was possible because it was undead. I can’t use it a few times because it’s the resurrection of an intelligent body.”

“Wow. It’s great though.”

At Haeun Son’s words, Keker applauded.

Meanwhile, Son Ha-eun asked her revived puppeteer a question.

“What are you good at?”

“What, what?”

“What are you good at?”

“Uh… Puppet making and piloting?”

“Doll?”

“Okay. They make dolls out of corpses.”

“Hmm. Shall I give it to my brother as a gift? Since it’s a doll… I feel like Ayla-sama will like it too.”

“I know. Let’s take it.”

Puppet, the puppet who died like that, suddenly became Son Ha-eun’s commanding horse.

Son Ha-eun, who unwillingly grabbed the high-ranking undead as her commanding horse, smiled and turned to the third floor.

“Good. I’ve roughly finished organizing the second floor, so from now on I’m going to go fast. Take out the necklace of the couple sleeping…”

Realizing that the party was far ahead, Keker finally took out the necklace of the couple.

“What! You’re pointing down the rest!!! It’s downstairs!”

“Are we the latest?

“This.”

“Come on.”

Keker ran. He could not lag behind the others.

It was Keker who did not even dream that Lee Eun-ji and Han Ah-reum had already retired.