DreamersGN Chapter 323 The Birth of the Death Instructor
Chapter 323 The Birth of the Death Instructor
Olaf struggled to his feet, picked up the massive battle axe that had several nicks in it, and staggered after the two mysterious Easterners.
He didn't know why he followed them. Reason told him that these two people, especially the man wearing the Grim Reaper mask, were extremely dangerous. That brief "training" session wasn't training at all; it was a one-sided massacre. If it weren't for the fearless spirit in his berserker bloodline that allowed him to endure it, he would already be a corpse.
However, the yearning for great power in his heart burned like a flame in his soul.
He witnessed firsthand how the black-clad youth named Jian Wuchen effortlessly killed the B-rank "Tyrant" that had left him helpless with a single finger strike. That power was beyond his comprehension; it was the "Dao," the realm he had always dreamed of.
Although the man wearing the Grim Reaper mask did not display any godlike abilities, the tangible killing intent emanating from him, which seemed to have crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and his ultimate understanding of battle and death, still made Olaf feel terrified and...longing.
He felt that he was walking on a road to hell, but at the end of the road might lie the entrance to heaven.
"roar!"
A deep roar came from behind a twisted, fleshy rock wall ahead.
Marcus stopped in his tracks.
He didn't turn around, but said in a cold voice, "Ahead, around the corner, three 'lurkers,' Class C, capable of optical invisibility, with neurotoxins on their claws."
After saying that, he continued walking forward as if nothing had happened, seemingly having no intention of getting involved at all.
Olaf's pupils suddenly contracted.
Three Class C "Infiltrators"?!
Are you kidding me! He just risked his life to take down a few F-rank "Rippers," and now you want him to face three C-rank monsters alone? This isn't training; this is sending him to his death!
"You...you want me to go alone?" Olaf's voice trembled slightly.
"Or, you can, die here." Marcus's voice was devoid of any emotion.
Jian Wuchen stood to the side with his arms crossed, watching with great interest, seemingly having no intention of helping at all, just like a true bystander.
Olaf's expression changed several times. He glanced at Marcus's cold back, then at Jian Wuchen who was watching the show, and finally, he made up his mind.
Damn it! So be it if I die!
He's Olaf! A descendant of the Vikings! A berserker! How could he back down here!
He took a deep breath, mustered all the remaining strength in his body, gripped the battle axe tightly with both hands, and carefully moved step by step toward the corner.
His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, each beat like the tolling of a death knell.
He could sense that the three cold and deadly auras behind the rock wall had locked onto him.
The moment he stepped around the corner!
Three blurry black figures, like ghosts, silently pounced on him from three different angles!
Fast! Too fast!
Even with the dynamic vision of Olaf approaching, only three afterimages could be captured!
He didn't have time to think at all. Relying entirely on the instincts honed through countless battles, he roared and swung his battle axe fiercely at the dark figure in front of him!
"clang!"
A piercing metallic clang rang out!
Olaf felt a tremendous force coming from the axe handle, which made his hand go numb and almost dislocated his entire arm.
Using this force, he leaned back sharply, narrowly avoiding the deadly claws that attacked from the left.
However, he was unable to dodge the third attack.
"Pfft!"
A dark shadow flashed past from his right blind spot!
Olaf's right ribs were instantly slashed open with a deep, bone-revealing wound! A numbing sensation quickly spread from the wound throughout his body!
Neurotoxin!
"Damn it!"
Olaf roared, enduring the excruciating pain and numbness, and kicked the rock wall, rolling backward to create some distance.
He knelt on the ground, breathing heavily, blood staining the fungal carpet beneath him.
Three "lurkers" slowly emerged from the air.
Their appearance resembled magnified mantises, their sickle-like forelimbs gleaming with a dark, eerie green light. Several pairs of compound eyes on their triangular heads stared coldly at Olaf, as if he were eyeing a delicious meal about to be devoured.
It’s over.
A flicker of despair crossed Olaf's mind.
He was poisoned; his body was becoming increasingly numb, and his strength was rapidly draining away. His opponents, on the other hand, were three unharmed, C-level assassins.
This is a dead end.
"Your anger is misplaced."
Just then, Marcus's cold voice rang out again.
"You are venting your power against the air."
"You should focus all your anger on your axe blade, not on your roar."
Olaf was taken aback; he didn't quite understand what Marcus meant.
"You're still fighting with brute force." Marcus's voice, like a scalpel, precisely dissected Olaf's weakness. "Do you think strength is simply about swinging an axe as fast and loudly as possible?"
"wrong!"
"True power is control! It is precision! It is delivering a fatal blow to the enemy from the most unexpected moment and the most cunning angle!"
"Close your eyes and feel them. Feel their breath, their heartbeats, their killing intent."
"They are not your enemies."
"These are your 'experience packs'! They are the 'nutrients' that will make you stronger!"
"Kill them, eat them, and you'll live!"
Marcus's words echoed in Olaf's mind like a spell.
Kill them, eat them...
Olaf's breathing became heavy.
He slowly closed his eyes.
He abandoned his attempts to visually capture the fast-moving monsters and instead focused all his mental energy on his senses.
The world around us seemed to have fallen silent.
He could hear his own heartbeat, growing fainter and fainter.
He could smell the thick, pungent smell of blood in the air.
Then, he "saw" it.
In his mental world, three flames, burning with cold killing intent, were slowly approaching him.
One clump on the left, one clump on the right, and another clump, surprisingly, silently climbed up the rock wall above his head!
It's now!
Olaf suddenly opened his eyes!
He ignored the two "lurkers" that were already very close to him on either side.
With the last of his strength, he hurled the battle axe in his hand fiercely toward his head!
"puff!"
In mid-air, the "lurker," which was preparing to descend from the sky to launch a deadly sneak attack, had no idea that Olaf would suddenly attack it!
It didn't even have time to make any dodging move.
It was cleaved in two by that huge battle axe that came hurtling towards them!
Blackish-green blood and internal organs rained down.
A successful strike!
However, Olaf was also completely exposed to the attacks of the other two "lurkers"!
Two pairs of claws, gleaming with the cold light of death, stabbed viciously at his heart and neck from both sides!
Olaf had no strength left to dodge.
He could only watch helplessly as death descended.
Right at this critical moment.
A black, afterimage flashed by.
"Clang! Clang!"
Two crisp, clashing sounds rang out simultaneously!
The two "lurkers" let out painful howls as their indestructible claws were actually severed!
Marcus, without anyone noticing, had already appeared in front of Olaf.
In his hands, he held two high-frequency battle blades that he had pulled out from who-knows-where.
"I'll save you, just this once."
"But only this once."
After Marcus finished speaking, his figure disappeared once again.
The next second, he appeared behind the two "lurkers" with their claws severed.
A flash of light.
Two ugly, triangular heads rose into the sky.
The battle is over.
Olaf lay sprawled on the ground, staring at the swift and unexpected scene unfolding before him, his mind blank.
He didn't even see how Marcus made his move.
Is this the power of the "Death Instructor"?
Marcus ignored Olaf's shock.
He walked to the corpses of the three "lurkers," and skillfully used his battle blade to cut open their chest cavities, from which he pulled out three gray crystals the size of pigeon eggs.
He put two of them into his tactical pouch.
Then, he threw the remaining one in front of Olaf.
"Crush it."
"This is your deserved 'spoils'."
Olaf looked at the crystal on the ground, stained with foul-smelling liquid, and then at Marcus's cold mask.
He hesitated for a moment, then reached out with trembling hands and picked up the crystal.
He remembered the changes that occurred in Chicago after the soldier named John crushed the stone.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed hard!
"Snap!"
The crystal shattered upon impact!
"Buzz!"
A scorching, violent current of air instantly entered his palm!
That current of air, like a primordial beast awakened, surged wildly through his meridians!
"ah--!!!"
Olaf let out a roar that was both painful and exhilarating!
He could clearly feel that the neurotoxins spreading within his body were instantly and completely washed away by this domineering heat!
He could feel his nearly depleted physical strength and power recovering at an incredible speed, even becoming stronger than before!
He slowly stood up from the ground.
He looked at his own hands and felt the surging, new power within his body.
His eyes gleamed with a light that was a mixture of fear, awe, and fanaticism.
He raised his head and looked at the Death Instructor who had given him this power.
"I...I understand."