NOVEL NEXT Chapter 352: "World Boss": Hell's Undead Nine-Headed Canine. _2
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"A lot will die."
"When you guys go in later, run backwards as fast as you can the moment you get in, you hear me? You must run fast."
"You eight are my only sons, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. If you all die, what am I supposed to do?"
"Don't worry."
The eldest son, who seemed to be leading the others, said with a sigh, "Mom, you don't need to keep telling us, everybody's involved in this. You'll have to go in too, acting as if you don't have to."
The surrounding Civilization players, upon hearing the old woman's words, looked over with disdain.
"A Civilization's battle is a crisis for the entire clan. Who can escape it? If everyone runs back like you do, who will stand at the front?"
"Exactly, all three of my sons died, and I've never complained. Moreover, I took three more wives and plan to continue having sons, to raise them and send them to the frontline when they come of age, to die for the survival of our race, glorious!"
A man with a full beard nearby proudly patted his chest with an air of pride.
"It's not..."
The eldest son, curious, glanced at the bearded man and said, "If you're so concerned about the crisis of our race, why don't you go to the frontline and fight yourself? Hiding in the back, taking wives, and having kids to send to war?"
"You...!"
The man was momentarily at a loss for words.
The old woman, after rolling her eyes at the man, continued to instruct her sons, "You have to believe, during the last world boss, many people ran too slow, many got fractures, covered in wounds, it was a sorry sight."
"This time, you have to run faster, do you hear me?!"
"Don't worry."
The sons looked at each other and nodded resolutely.
"Heh."
The bearded man couldn't help but mock again, "It's the first time I've heard of someone who thinks they can just outrun the boss's range of attack. Aren't you underestimating the boss a bit too much?"
"To ascend to a D-class Civilization, you must defeat the boss, yet you think running will keep you safe?"
"..."
The sons, with a bizarre look, glanced at the bearded man, "Who told you we're trying to run out of the boss's attack range? Country bumpkin, you know nothing."
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Soon—
One announcement after another echoed through the white space.
"Ding, regrettably, 'Panchuan Civilization' failed to defeat the boss within the allocated time during their second attempt to ascend to D-class Civilization, challenge failed. Don't lose heart, better luck next time."
"Ding, regrettably, 'Good Cat Civilization' failed to defeat the boss within the allocated time during their second attempt to ascend to D-class Civilization, challenge failed. Don't lose heart, better luck next time."
"Ding, regrettably, 'Furong Wang Civilization' failed to defeat the boss within the allocated time during their second attempt to ascend to D-class Civilization, challenge failed. Don't lose heart, better luck next time."
One after another, announcements rang out in the white space.
The dozen or so Civilizations in line earlier had all taken their turn, and without exception, none succeeded.
That boss was a bit too powerful.
Enduring countless attacks without losing a drop of blood, but a casual strike from it could kill most players.
Until!
"Please 'Blue Star Civilization' players get ready. Entry will commence in 10 seconds."
The sound of the prompt made all players of the Blue Star Civilization swallow hard; their faces tensed in anticipation, ready to spring into action.
"Tsk."
A man standing near a Blue Star Civilization player couldn't resist teasing them, "What's with the nerves? Didn't you just say your Blue Star Civilization has a god? If you have a god, what's there to fear?"
"You don't know a thing."
The anxious Blue Star Civilization player replied, "Sure, we have a god, but this god often hurts his own people. If you don't run fast enough, you're waiting to lose arms and legs."
The next second!
The Blue Star Civilization player vanished on the spot!
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The scene shifts.
The players of the Blue Star Civilization had already appeared in a vast, barren clearing, with dark clouds overhead and an air of desolation. In the very center, surrounded by all Blue Star players, was an enormous boss that towered higher than the heavens itself.
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"Run!"
The moment they landed.
Someone in the crowd bellowed, and almost instantly, there was a consensus. Without any hesitation, all players turned and bolted in the opposite direction of the boss, burying their heads in a frenzied sprint.
Some flew through the air.
Others rode on flying swords.
Still others casually picked up children nearby.
Although there were many people, everyone was spread out quite far from one another, each person at least a meter apart. This distance, originally intended for combat, also meant there was no risk of a stampede.
The scene was chaotic yet orderly.
In the blink of an eye.
All players from Blue Star had rapidly fled in the opposite direction, leaving only Chen Miao and his group conspicuously standing still, like a drop of ink in clear water, extremely noticeable.
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This scene on the big screen also caused an uproar among all the players watching in the white space.
"Have they gone mad? What are they doing, running away?"
"Seems like it, no, weren't they mobilized before this civilization challenge? If a few people ran that would be one thing, but why has everyone run away?"
"It's not surprising for one percent to turn deserters; we can't force everyone to face death calmly, but why are there one hundred percent deserters? Even the Command Center fled? How did this civilization arrive at a consensus to desert?"
"Wait, there's a group that might have chickened out; they're just standing there not moving an inch."
Inside the white space, there was a buzz of speculation as it was clear to all players that such an illogical scene was bewildering. Had any civilization faced a challenge and had everyone run away? Could these people think that if they ran far enough, the boss would not attack them?
Isn't that too presumptuous?
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Those who had interacted with players from Blue Star Civilization just now were staring, stunned and incredulous.
Weren't those players from Blue Star Civilization?
Just now they had heard several players from that civilization say that they should run to the back as soon as they went in, they said it so righteously, he couldn't help but sarcastically comment, having never seen deserters so blatantly righteous.
But the player from Blue Star Civilization had just given him a weird look.
At that time, he didn't understand what was going on.
Now he did.
This civilization was accustomed to deserting en masse.
Who could have expected that?
How exactly did your civilization get to this point?
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Chen Miao, still standing in his spot, looked at the boss towering higher than the skies with an equally strange expression. To be honest, he really started to believe, he might actually be the protagonist.
Because this boss...
...was pretty much prepared just for him.
'World Boss': Hell's Undead Nine-Headed Canine.
'Boss Level': 399.
It's a canine creature, a female creature, a dark creature, a ghost-type creature, all lower-level than him, and so on.
Each of these criteria met allows him to deal 10 times the damage, essentially multiplying his combat power by 10. But now... all conditions were met, not a single one missed!
What a complete set!
Chen Miao looked at the offensive skills on his personal panel that he could activate at any time with a peculiar expression. With these skills added, he was hesitant to imagine what effect his shots would have.
Would this so-called world boss be able to withstand a single bullet from him?
Just at that moment!
"Roar!!!"
A fierce roar erupted as the Nine-Headed Dog world boss, engulfed in thick flames, howled upward, sending a visible wave of heat rapidly spreading out from its center!
It blew Chen Miao and the others' clothing to flap wildly.
Then, while everyone watched in bewilderment,
He held a cane in his left hand, allowing his clothing to flutter in the wind, and with an upright posture, he raised a silver-white handgun. With a calm and indifferent expression, he slowly aimed the muzzle at the world boss not far ahead.
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