Returning From Level 900

Chapter 137: Controlled Progress

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Chapter 137: Controlled Progress

After landing in the stronghold, Mo Ran stepped on the broken blood giant’s corpse and asked loudly, “Excuse me, which of you is the night elf?”

Not far away, several night elves who the two blood giants had pursued responded happily, “We are night elves. Are you the reinforcements?”

“Ah, you’re the night elves. Then these big guys chasing you must be the enemy, right?” Mo Ran kicked the corpse under his feet. “Perfect, I hate giants!”

He seemed to have recalled some unpleasant scenes, and the hostility in his body intensified. He turned around, stepped on the ground, and rose into the air, rushing toward a blood giant. His Dharma Hand tore the flesh and blood armor apart to save the trapped night elves. Then he began to beat the blood giant.

The blood giant, which stood more than ten meters tall, was smashed into mincemeat with just a few punches, including its head and chest.

The checkpoint’s progress had increased by 0.3 thanks to the two blood giants he had just killed.

Mo Ran counted the blood giants present and found about ninety of them.

“Step back and find a safe place,” he shouted to the night elves who had escaped.

The rescued night elves ignored him and shook their heads, indicating that they would fight the stronghold to death.

Mo Ran dealt with monsters in his own way. “You want to get some, right?” he reprimanded calmly. “I will go to the commander and sue you for stealing my credit if you hit the giant with an arrow! Go away!”

“What?” The night elves were enraged when they heard that. They wanted to assist but were falsely accused of taking credit. Such injustice could not be tolerated!

The night elves had come together.

He immediately summoned all his brothers and sisters to step back.

It made no difference.

As icy as ever.

He began to reap the benefits with a snort of laughter and a swing of his fist.

There were 94 blood giants.

It was a pleasant journey.

Mo Ran was contemplating something in his mind. He jumped up and down, yanked the night elves from the flesh armor, and easily knocked down one blood giant after another while using his Dharma Hand.

The night elf queen could only see a flash of golden light in the stronghold in the distance—up and down, left and right, and back and forth. The blood giants, who were initially difficult to deal with, collapsed one after the other, with no ability to resist.

That scene completely shocked her.

Only fifteen minutes had passed when the blood giants were defeated.

Every minute, six ten-meter-tall giants were defeated!

Mo Ran stood on top of the heap of flesh and blood. His right hand drooped, and thick blood dripped down. His left hand held a water bottle. He arrogantly faced the sky as he washed his hair with clean water. He looked so cool.

The water bottle was half-emptied, half-drunk, and half-washed.

He casually tossed it on the ground. “Who else is there?” he yelled, shaking his wet hair.

The more than 30 surviving night elves pointed behind the queen and chirped, “There! There’s a weirdo over there!”

Mo Ran was taken aback.

He had only wanted to appear calm and ask casually.

He had not anticipated having other enemies.

He sighed quietly and consoled himself by imagining it as physical training. He quietly descended from the pile of flesh and fled the stronghold.

The blood mist rolled around the night elf queen.

The figure within realized the blood giant lacked the strength to fight back and died as a result.

It lacked confidence and desired to flee.

The night elf queen had used a large area of moonlight to drain her life force after exhausting her magical power. She wanted to stop the blood giant, but she lacked the strength to do so. She struggled to stand and fell once more. With a strange smile, she could only watch the figure leave.

Mo Ran, who had rushed to the front, noticed a small woman on the ground. A figure in the distance was running further and further away, clearly not toward the stronghold.

He ordered the drone to bring back a large black box.

When he opened the box, he discovered a heavy sniper rifle more than two meters long!

“You’re running away?” Mo Ran pointed the sniper rifle at the figure. He drew the trigger with his finger, the corners of his mouth curled into a cold smile.

Boom!

The sniper rifle made a cannon-like sound.

A massive bullet ripped through the air, sliced through the sky, and hit the target precisely.

It was not until the bullet split his body in half that the figure realized he was being attacked.

The opponent’s attack arrived silently and instantly at such a great distance. Who was it, exactly? Darbus?

The figure turned around.

It was not Darbus.

Even from such a distance, the figure could confirm that the attacker was not Darbus.

He heard a slow rumbling sound a second later.

Dejectedly, the figure closed his eyes.

He had a final thought before his death.

‘I am surprised to find such a strong expert on the continent other than Darbus. I would not have betrayed him if I had known sooner. What a pity.’

Mo Ran, on the other hand, slowly stowed the sniper rifle in his hand. He mumbled, “Wang Wen was right. Using a gun is sometimes a lot of fun.”

He took two steps to the side and patted the sleeping night elf queen on the back to wake her up. “Are you okay? Who are you?”

When he fired, the massive shockwave knocked the queen over, who was too close to him. The woman had fainted.

However, the queen did not answer him.

The night elves were already there to carry their queen back to the stronghold to heal her wounds.

Mo Ran realized he had nothing to do. In boredom, he glanced at the drone’s progress and was surprised to see that the guy he had killed with a gun had contributed five entire points!

He was taken aback and dashed to where the figure had fallen.

He did not care about the blood on the ground. He slapped the figure’s sore-covered face and yelled, “Don’t die yet! Do you have any siblings, brothers, classmates, or companions?”

The figure did not respond.

He had passed away.

Mo Ran’s heart was heavy with grief. There was not even a ghost to keep things moving. What progress could he get?

…

Almost simultaneously.

Wang Wen and Zhu Xingguo looked at the man-made gully in front of them, which was dozens of kilometers long.

Wang Wen had learned about the target of that trap not long ago based on the description of the person in charge of the trap.

He ran to the battlefield and secretly watched the half-human-tall creature’s progress.

It was not much, only 0.01 per creature.

Killing a hundred of them would advance the game by one point.

That meant that killing 10,000 of them would suffice to clear the level.

However, they had defied that dozens-of-kilometer-long trap by claiming to be after the 100,000 creatures on the main battlefield!

Wang Wensi did not dare to intervene because of that number.

He had no idea how the drone would calculate the trap’s effects.

What if he and Zhu Xingguo helped complete the trap, and all the creatures killed by the trap were blamed on them?

Not to mention 100,000 of them.

One-tenth of the way through, and still no sign of the archmage’s divine stone scroll! If he had finished that level, he would have wasted so much time from start to finish and a lot of time climbing the tower.

He would have lost a significant amount of money!

However, if he did not help set up the trap, the archmage would not be able to escape. He would have to wait five days for the trap to take effect before he could start making the scroll.

Would he have to stay on that floor and stop the climbing process?

Was the price of a Magnificent Divine Stone worth such an enormous sacrifice?

Wang Wen was in a pickle.

Zhu Xingguo observed his master’s dilemma and followed suit.

Even though he had no idea what was bothering him, he continued to stare solemnly at the ravine with Wang Wen.