The powerful baseball bat, with a thud, hurtled towards Varré.
Just as the bat was about to strike, Varré produced a bundle of... flowers from somewhere.
The bat collided with the metal flowers Varré had pulled out.
"What are you doing! Why are you attacking me?" Varré demanded loudly. He felt the force coming from his hand, and a chill ran down his back. If he hadn't been quick, the consequences of that blow would have been disastrous.
"Why? If you want to know why, that's obvious. Of course, I want to beat up all of you suspicious individuals first. Let's ask you a question: did you kill my witch?"
In the past, when playing games, there wasn't a definitive answer as to who killed the original witch. There were many speculations, like Varré in front of him. Even if he wasn't the one who killed her, it didn't matter. After all, a jerk who constantly encouraged others to kill witches wasn't a good person.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't kill your witch!"
"The witch is dead. I can't explain right and wrong. If you survive this blow, Varré, it proves you're not guilty of the death penalty."
"Madman... you damned madman!" Varré felt the immense force in his hand, and when he saw Kevin raise the bat again, he screamed frantically.
"If that's the case, then you'll regret your decision!"
Kevin and Xiling retreated as if sensing something. At that moment, fly-like creatures emerged from Varré's body, densely enveloping him, their number steadily increasing.
"What a disgusting thing!" Kevin retreated a dozen steps in disgust.
"It's the Invincible Blood Prayer. Best not to get any contact with that stuff."
"Hahaha, do you realize how wrong you are now, you brain-defective lunatics?" Varré was about to taunt, but when his gaze passed through the two warriors in the front row and reached the back, he froze. The staff continuously accumulated magical energy, and dozens of rocks floated in the air. Seeing that Varré had finally noticed him, the Tarnished smiled brightly, then swung his staff fiercely and shouted.
"Eat my rock balls!"
The instant the wand swung, the floating rocks sprang into action. With a piercing sound, they swiftly attacked the horrified Varré.
"I can't escape!" Varré's anger flared at this moment. Since he couldn't escape, he'd have to face it head-on!
"Lord Mohg, please look at me and grant me strength!" Varré roared. Blood flies swarmed around him. Prayer and magic clashed, and the dense swarm of insects crashed into the meteor spell, surprisingly resisting the Tarnished's magic.
Before Varré could rejoice...
"Have you forgotten about me?"
Varré turned back in horror to see Xiling standing behind him. "Wait..."
"Sorry, no, I won't wait. If you have anything to say, speak to my holy sword!"
The holy sword was unsheathed!
The blade of the holy sword struck Varré's neck without a trace of resistance. Varré's head instantly flew high and fell to the ground. Even so, Varré didn't die. To be more precise, he didn't die instantly. But Varré noticed something. His head, which had fallen to the ground, stared in astonishment at the holy sword in Xiling's hand.
"Destined...destined death!"
After leaving these words, Varré could no longer move.
With Varré's death, the prayer he had released vanished without a trace.
"What did this guy just say?" Kevin covered his eyes slightly, blocking his gaze from the headless corpse. Although he had struck without mercy, he had mentally prepared himself. He saw that he simply didn't want to see the corpse. What if he had a nightmare tonight?
"It's just an abstract concept, don't bother with it. Let Tarnished handle it himself."
"What do you mean by let me handle it myself? You killed my guide, how can you expect me to handle it?" Approaching Varré's corpse, the Tarnished skillfully began to touch it.
"Your technique is truly adept! How about you take a blow from my holy sword and see if you're truly kind?" Xiling's eyes squinted maliciously at the Tarnished's body, as if aiming for a strike.
"If you strike me down with your sword, don't cry and beg me to spare your life later. Oh, there's something really good inside!" The Tarnished found a bundle of scrolls on Varré's body. Just as he was about to see what the content inside was, the sound of horse hooves echoed in the distance.
The sound of the horses brought back memories for Xiling, and all sorts of ways to die echoed in his mind.
The past is buried in the past. Today, Xiling will wash away his past shame and complete the game with one life!
Xiling drew his holy sword, intending to confront the damned first boss of the Novice Village, the "Tree Sentinel."
However, as soon as he turned, Xiling was stunned. Without hesitation, he lifted Lemuen and her wheelchair, screaming heartbreakingly, "Damn! Run!"
From the direction of the clatter of hoofbeats, four Tree Sentinels and a group of knights with weapons drawn were approaching from afar.
Kevin didn't need his warning. Even as Xiling was internally lamenting the need to avenge his previous humiliation, he had already picked up the Tarnished and fled at full speed.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, what's going on? Shouldn't it be just one? Why is there a group?"
Xiling continued to complain as he ran, carrying Lemuen. The Tarnished, carried on Kevin's shoulders, stared speechlessly at Xiling.
"Isn't this perfectly normal? With the noise we just made, it would be strange if no one came to check."
"Miyazaki Hidetaka is ruining me! I can't tell reality from the game!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Where are we running to now?" Kevin shouted anxiously. Even if Kevin was physically stronger, that didn't mean he could outrun that four-legged giant horse.
"Let's go to my side first," Lemuen suggested. Xiling lifted her high with both hands. Lemuen could clearly see the group closing in on them.
"Okay, let's go to Lemuen's side first!"
Kevin and the Tarnished nodded.
The chat group time travel system is activated!
Instantly, the four of them vanished before the Tree Sentinels and the group of knights.
The Tree Sentinel's horse even sniffed the lingering scent in the air before shaking its head in confusion.
...
"Alive...alive!" Kevin slumped to the ground. The Tarnished, whom he had been carrying on his shoulders, immediately fell face-first to the ground as Kevin let go.
"Kevin, can't you just put me down first?" The Tarnished, clutching his face, screamed as he writhed on the ground like a salted fish.
Just as Xiling was about to lower Lemuen back to the ground, the door slammed open, and two figures, one red and one blue, walked in.
"What happened? Lemuen?"
Xiling looked at the figure before him and instinctively called out a name.
"Phoenix Destruction!"
"Hmm, isn't it the Narrator of Suffering?" Lemuen tilted her head.
"No, it's the Burning Envoy," the blue-haired girl warned sternly.
"What are you guys yelling? What kind of names are those!"
The Phoenix Man was furious.