I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 490 - 347 Is This Assistance?

Chapter 490: Chapter 347 Is This Assistance?

Polaris’s palm transformed into an alligator head and clamped down on the limb of the Priest Ghoul.

A mass of shadows followed, covering the sharp teeth of the alligator’s bite, the combined forces viciously tearing off a chunk of flesh!

Roar!!

The Priest Ghoul howled in pain as another pitch-black claw swiped viciously towards Polaris.

But Polaris’s body was instantaneously shrouded by shadows, dragged to the side, perfectly avoiding the counterattack.

“This feeling… it’s just awesome!”

Polaris clenched his fist, unable to refrain from glancing behind him.

There, the young painter was still vigorously swinging his brush, either dragging players through the shadows to help them evade lethal damage or mimicking the Priest Ghoul’s portrait on the canvas, as if engaged in a painting battle that would decide the outcome.

The busiest person present was none other than him.

Polaris also noticed that their players didn’t have to worry about the Priest Ghoul’s attacks; whenever its terrible claws struck, shadows would timely drag them away, or an air barrier would appear out of nowhere to block at the critical moment.

All they needed to do was attack, keep attacking relentlessly!

What was once an unbreakable defense could now easily be penetrated with the magical amplifications from Noah and the accompanying shadows overlaying, allowing them to inflict effective damage upon the three bosses!

Whoosh—

At that moment, a massive shark-shaped electrified water blast flew in from behind, hitting one of the Priest Ghouls square in the body.

Splash!!

The three-meter tall ghoul was knocked head over heels by the high-pressure water blast, collapsing to the ground with dense electric arcs flickering over its body, twitching uncontrollably due to muscle paralysis.

“—The BOSS is controlled! Focus fire on it!”

The Horseman alerted the team through their channel and charged forward, a sunlight-imbued fist smashing down on the head of the Priest Ghoul. Strength, shadow, and high temperature combined, with a dull thump, the Priest Ghoul’s head burst open, and it howled in agony.

Following up were the attacks from other top players; Crocodile Bite, arrows, fists, Bee Sting, and large pincers rained down upon it.

A series of dense, muffled noises erupted.

This Priest Ghoul, grievously injured, rolled away, spilling a swath of fresh blood.

Struggling to rise, it was hit once more by an electrified water blast and again succumbed to paralysis. The players were inexplicably excited, attacking freely without any burden.

This time, the Priest Ghoul’s movements grew weaker, only the faint heaving of its chest confirming it was still alive.

Seeing this, the other two Priest Ghouls rushed over, incensed.

As Mid Sequence Priests of the Church, being suppressed by a group of Low Sequence Transcendents was a bitter pill to swallow. They also realized that the true core of their enemies was that young man in the back; only by killing him would they be able to resolve this battle.

Thus, both priests leaped at once, pouncing towards Noah.

All the players gasped in shock.

However, Noah simply lifted his head slowly, revealing a smile.

He gently swirled his brush, and the phantom of the painting floating behind his head flowed and transformed into “Empire Silence.”

Two waves of black light flew from the brush, like streaks of black paint.

Hum!

The two Priest Ghouls in midair slightly changed their expressions, sensing the soul-erasing power of the black light waves, and immediately twisted their bodies to control their descent, dodging the attack.

Taking this opportunity, Noah seamlessly switched oil paintings again, his entire being, along with the easel and chair, transformed into a shadow that crossed the entire battlefield and appeared on the eaves of the cathedral.

He had a calm and serene expression, continuing to paint on his own, completely ignoring the two Priest Ghouls.

Roar!!

The two priests howled in frustrated rage.

At that moment, the players snapped back to reality and immediately rushed up to surround and attack once more.

With Noah’s global assistance, they experienced an unprecedented intense battle, unafraid even when facing Mid Sequence priests.

Every now and then, Noah would launch shark-shaped electrified water waves with a strong controlling effect, enabling them to attack without restraint.

The players fought with exhilarating satisfaction, while the three Priest Ghouls were extremely frustrated.

Boom!

The moment Noah’s painting was completed, the three priests became stiff all over, their eyes empty.

Their spirituality had successfully been captured by Noah, and they ultimately fell before the group of players.

“Did we succeed?!”

“Hahahaha!!”

“We actually took down three priests from the Red Apple Church!”

“It’s unbelievable!”

The players burst into cheers, excitedly looking at the large bodies of the three ghouls, overflowing with excitement.

This feeling was far more gratifying than watching a powerful ally clear hurdles for them. In those situations, they could only stand on the sidelines waving flags and shouting “666,” mere spectators in the end. How could that compare to the sense of achievement from personally entering the fray and overcoming a strong enemy?

All of this was thanks to one important person…

They couldn’t help but lift their heads and cast their gazes toward the young painter on the eaves.

A thought simultaneously arose in their minds—

Is this the support offered by the Circus…

Too powerful!

This kind of strength was not the direct kind of power, but the kind that turned decay into a wonder! The subtle control of timing, paired with various emergent tactics, resulted in marvelous reactions that weakened and toyed with their enemies, while amplifying and assisting their allies, leading to a reversal of the situation and triumph over the strong with the weak.

He truly deserved to be one of Mr. Jack’s lieutenants!

That feeling of brimming with energy captivated them, the thrill of unfettered combat they could fight unencumbered, and the scene of the enemy being pinned in place like a punching bag excited them.

Now, all they wanted to say was, Noah, protect me, I’ll carry the entire game!

Even though I’m just a Sequence Nine Transcendent, what are the priests of the Red Apple Church but worthless fish and shrimp, I can KO them with just a couple of punches!

Waiting for Noah to turn into a shadow and return to the players’ side.

Chenxi, Honey Pomelo, Tutu, and Kuchan Nana, along with other female players, flocked around him, chattering and praising lavishly, and even getting touchy-feely.

Noah’s face flushed red, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond.

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The other two Transcendent squads had finally dealt with the rest of the Priests but had suffered heavy casualties.

When they looked towards Dongyang and the others, they were astonished.

Not a single wounded person in sight!

The bodies of those three Priests lay on the ground, meaning the opponents had resolved the battle without any pressure…

How could this be?!

Weren’t all the members of that squad Sequence Nine Transcendents?!

What on earth is happening to this world?

The other two squads, left behind to restrain the Priests, fell into a state of shock and confusion.

And at that moment.

A rumbling noise approached from afar.

The buildings behind the cathedral collapsed with a bang, as a man clad in the red robes of a Bishop, flew over in a sorry state. His face was grim, a pair of tattered bat wings sprouting from his back, flapping wildly as if he were fleeing for his life.

“Out of the way!”

The Bishop growled viciously.

With a wave of his hand, several crimson chips flew from his fingers, slicing through the bodies of two Low Sequence Transcendents in front of him, and with a flick of his wrist, he drained their blood and sucked it into his mouth from the air.

The remaining members of the two Transcendent squads backed away rapidly, frantically dodging in panic.

They recognized this man, the Bishop of the Red Calamity Area. They didn’t know what kind of mishap had befallen Mr. Bulgan’s end, allowing him to escape.

They could not afford to be the unlucky ones caught in the crossfire and killed!

With this thought, the Transcendents kept their distance.

But Dongyang and his companions were a step slower; they looked up and stared blankly at the Bishop flying toward them.

“Fuck! The strongest BOSS here!”

Doghead Gold exclaimed in surprise.

However, the Bishop was already diving down.

He twisted his face as if he intended to vent the injuries and frustrations Bulgan and others had caused him right here and now.

Suddenly, Noah zoned out, hearing Mr. Jack’s voice:

“Kill him, and capture his spirituality as a new painting.”

This was a message from the “Pale Mark” on the back of his neck…

Noah instantly understood.

Mr. Jack had been paying attention to this place the whole time!

So he stepped forward, positioning himself in front of the Bishop.

A solemn expression appeared on his somewhat youthful face.

“I, Noah, Mr. Jack’s exclusive artist, shall send you into the painting,” he declared.

The words fell with weight, inspiring admiration.

Everyone present was shocked.

Who was this young man daring to stand in front of the red-robed Bishop?

Was he not afraid of dying?!

Dongyang and the others were also astonished; they hadn’t expected Noah to step forward and block the path of such a formidable opponent.

Could he really do it?

Noah was just a support staff, whereas the opponent was a tough character that even the leading team of the Transcendent Coalition hadn’t been able to kill!

“Quick, dodge, don’t try to resist head-on!”

That’s when Bulgan and the others, who were closing from afar, shouted out.

But what responded to everyone was the shadow of the red-robed Bishop falling with an evil grin, colliding with a tall yet grotesque Ghoul, resulting in a massive boom.

Boom!!

Noah directly revealed his Sequence form and at the same time, activated the Serpent Parasitism planted in him by Mr. Jack.

The three-meter-tall Ghoul rose from the ground, its back draped with a “white cape,” which was actually a writhing mass of pale snakes!

The Ghoul struck the red-robed Bishop with one claw, sending shockwaves scattering in all directions.

The pale snakes climbed up with the Ghoul’s claw strike, tightly winding around the Bishop’s body, causing his movements to falter. Noah, seizing the opportunity, opened his huge mouth and spat out a ball of black light waves, hitting the red-robed Bishop square in the face.

Taken off-guard, the Bishop ate the attack and fell from mid-air with a dirt-smudged face, screaming in pain.

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Noah’s mind flashed back to the scene when Mr. Jack had once faced off against an Incarnation of the Saint from the Rothfuss Family.

Inevitably, he started to emulate Mr. Jack’s fearless stance, giving the enemy no chance to breathe, and charged forward with all his might, swinging his claws. Behind him, paintings from the “Bone Gallery” kept changing—

Black light waves, Heart Twist, Shadow Cover, Acid, and Fireball…

Boom, boom, boom!!

A barrage of relentless attacks, coupled with heavy claw strikes and gnawing, overwhelmed the already severely injured red-robed Bishop. He had no chance to utter any last words as he died a bitter death on the spot.

Bulgan and the others stopped in their tracks, standing at the edge of the battlefield.

Silent for a long moment.

The other Transcendents present, as well as Dongyang and the other players, were dumbfounded.

“Is this… a support?”

Doghead Gold asked hesitantly.