Escape the Infinite Chambers-Chapter 140 - Crimson Asura Realm (IX)

Chapter 140 - Crimson Asura Realm (IX)

Editor: Kitty

After that, as Ya’an said, Luo Jian began to repeat the process of reviving and dying in the battlefield.

He remembered that when he was killed for the first time, it was by a man clothed in all black, wearing headgear and a mask and holding a katana. He could be referred to as the “Black Samurai.” The bastard cut off Luo Jian’s left hand with his katana and cut down his chest horizontally. Luo Jian’s eyes instantly blackened, and at that moment, he could not see anything.

However, after his revival, Luo Jian deeply remembered the other party’s amazing katana-handling skills in his mind.

After that, he met many, many enemies. Even though these enemies were in the beginners’ circle, their attack methods were still varied and unable to be predicted. Luo Jian fell under the hands of an invisible man several times in a row. Even after dying seven or eight times, he could not clearly see what the fellow who had wiped him out looked like.

Finally, the invisible monster died in the hands of another monster. This monster was a guy with a human’s face but an eagle’s body. He had been hovering in the sky and staring at the invisible monster for a long time.

After that, the eagle-bodied monster with the human face came straight for Luo Jian. The sharp and pointed claws swiped at Luo Jian, grabbed him to the sky, and with a clatter, threw him down from the sky. So Luo Jian…… died just like that.

Luo Jian observed the bird-like monster for a long time throughout the cycle of life and death. At last, when the other party was waving his wings to attack others, he stabbed the other party’s wings and scraped off a large piece of bloody feathers and flesh. This kind of flying fellows, once they fell from the sky, normally would not have an advantage. When they landed, it was akin to them being weaponless. Such a creature could only lie on the ground and wait for its death.

Of course, the other party would also charge towards Luo Jian to take revenge, so Luo Jian died and revived many, many times.

There were too many enemies. The battlefield was a mess, and attacks were carried out haphazardly. Luo Jian had truly experienced a collective attack from all directions here. One must be able to guard around your surroundings and even dodge attacks from the skies and the ground. Often, Luo Jian would die from the accidental injuries caused by the backfiring of other creatures’ attacks.

Such a kind of collective battle was very unbearable in the beginning, and Luo Jian had really wanted to give up because the people around him were too strong. Even if he was only in the beginners’ circle, Luo Jian was not able to hold on for three minutes! The surrounding monsters or players, regardless of whoever they were, seemed to be human-shaped weapons. They seemed to be constantly carrying out attacks that consumed everyone’s blood and life.

There were also people around him who died, but not as frequently as Luo Jian. However, Luo Jian soon found a sense of balance because the wolf who had been following closely behind him had also been brought into the battlefield by Luo Jian. The wolf always targeted Luo Jian, but the surrounding monsters could instantly kill the wolf even if it was on accident, so the poor wolf was facing the same situation as Luo Jian. The wolf also started to face the cycle of revival and death.

Even if the wolf died that miserably, the wolf’s mind was set on Luo Jian. It worked hard to avoid the attacks of the surrounding monsters and humans. However, it was relatively large, and because of that, it became an easy target. After a while, it lay on the ground and died. In five minutes, it became full of energy and started to counterattack. Then it found that if it did not deal with the surrounding monsters, it was impossible for it to bring Luo Jian down, so it began to fight the enemies.

As it opened its mouth, it bit down its jaws, sending a creature to its death. Its claws slammed down and swept down around the crowd. Among the crowd, it lunged forward and collapsed, then died and revived.

Luo Jian, who was not far away from it, was also stuck in the same cycle. Death caused him to tire, and the cycle of repeated death made him numb. However, at the moment of death, the pain was still so clear and vivid, and the enemies’ power swept through his entirety. Thereupon, Luo Jian began to loathe that feeling. He struggled and tried his best to protect himself from the claws of death.

After that, Luo Jian did not remember how long had elapsed.

In the beginners’ circle, he ran as he fought around the entire circle and encountered all kinds of enemies. He began to get used to such a battle pace. He started to get used to the confusing and disorganized battlefield where attacks could descend from all directions.

The wolf who had been following right behind Luo Jian died as it chased him. Luo Jian was astounded by this wolf’s persistency. Luo Jian did not feel that he harbored deep hatred for this wolf. In fact, the wolf finally succeeded because it killed Luo Jian when the two fools were buried in the sea of fire.

But why was it so persistent?

Luo Jian did not want to deliberate about this. It was already not easy for him to do his best to survive. All the humans and monsters around him were cunning and terrifying. They either laughed sarcastically, remained speechless, or said some provocative.

Luo Jian found that these people may have come from different countries or even different periods of time. Some would yell in English, and some would holler in an ancient language. Some dressed strangely, but most of them are not human at all.

The weapons in their hands were also varied, such as guns, bombs, and cold weapons. These were all considered ordinary, though. Luo Jian even saw one carrying a rocket launcher, and another was even wearing something similar to a simplified form of a mecha. The bullets it fired could blast lots of people.

The one with the mecha had a high defense, but he moved slowly. In addition, the simplified mecha could not protect many parts of his body. Finally, he was shot in the head by a centaur with a bow and arrow.

Other than these high-tech gadgets, Luo Jian naturally saw some supernatural, much like magic, attacks. For example, there was an old man with a wooden staff, dressed like a black wizard in a fairy tale, who was murmuring to himself all this time. He had not stopped murmuring all the while. Then his wand would shine and light would sweep through the crowd in front of him

However, this fool had low vitality. An assassin that looked like he was cosplaying a game character stealthily approached and killed him.

How interesting, wasn’t it?

Luo Jian began to pay attention to all the different types of methods and means of attack these creatures had. Their attacks were mostly dazzling and beautiful. For a moment, even Luo Jian was obsessed. He was no longer troubled over being trapped in the cycle of death and revival. He began to remain expectant of battles that excited him. Yes, Luo Jian began to be obsessed with fighting.

He began to challenge those people, rather than just trying as hard as he could to survive.

In other words, to be able to experience a better fight, Luo Jian tried to survive first, and following that, he would learn from these veterans.

Throughout this process, Luo Jian did not know how long had passed.

The red sun in the sky never moved.

Luo Jian did not feel hungry. No one on the battlefield would feel hungry. Even if they were hungry or thirsty, they would only bite the enemy’s neck and drink their blood. Even if they drank poison to quench their thirst, no one was afraid of death.

Luo Jian died as he inched forward. He could not remember how many times he had died and how many people he had killed. When he first stepped into the battlefield, Luo Jian thought that he might not be able to kill anyone, but after stepping into the battlefield, he found that he had no such concerns.

War and blood almost dazzled Luo Jian’s eyes. He kept waving his weapon. He felt that this short knife of his might be more suitable for him to develop in the assassin route. Plus, Luo Jian had a mental skill called ‘the mental technique of the disguiser.’ As long as this was used, he could turn his weapon invisible.

But slowly, he felt he was becoming invisible.

It was not that he was really invisible, but when Luo Jian used the mental technique, the people around him would collectively…… ignore him.

Some monsters were really invisible. They were like chameleons and could blend into the environment. Some players’ skills could also turn them invisible or transparent, but this kind of invisibility had the same disadvantages. Even if they disappeared in front of people, their breath, pace, and voice could be perceived by those who had perception techniques.

But it was not the same for Luo Jian.

He felt as if he had suddenly lost his sense of existence. Even when he stood in the crowd, no one noticed him. Luo Jian sometimes ran his mental technique and silently walked through a group of people involved in a bloody fight. That felt great, although he might be accidentally injured by others.

Unfortunately, this interesting technique could not last long. It could only last a maximum of one minute. After one minute, Luo Jian would be discovered, and with a swipe of one’s knife, he would be wiped out.

And he forgot how many times he had died.

Maybe Ya’an said that fighting could enlighten Luo Jian on the name of his weapon. What he said was correct. During the process of constant revival and death, Luo Jian occasionally noticed the abnormality of his blade. It seemed that the knife had been bathed in too much blood and began to get anxious. Luo Jian could even feel the blade tremble in his palm.

Luo Jian’s knife seemed to be rejecting him.

Luo Jian did not know how to describe this strange feeling, but he suddenly felt that the blade, which had always been very handy to grasp, suddenly began to become unsuitable for him, as if it had become dull from cutting too many enemies. The blade was no longer sharp, and the blade was always shaking inexplicably, and due to that, Luo Jian had lost many battles.

When he slipped, he would once again experience death.

So Luo Jian began to feel annoyed. Having a weapon that was not handy to him was worse than fighting with his bare hands. Sometimes when he fought with others, he could not help but throw his weapon away.

The enemy in front of him found that Luo Jian had thrown away the weapon and roared at him in rage: “You don’t even want your weapon? Are you looking down on me?” As soon as the fool was done speaking, he took his long Shaolin rod and hit him with that rod. Luo Jian fainted and fell to the ground. This time, he did not know whether he was dead, but his head hurt badly.

In a daze, Luo Jian felt that he had fallen into a deep sleep again. In his sleep, he had a dream that he had not had for a long time.

It had been a very, very long time since he had last had this dream. He could not remember how long he had not dreamt of it.

In the dream, there was a man standing in front of him whose face he could not see clearly. The man had always been telling him something.

T/N: Make a guess, who is the man? ^~^