Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.2: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 2
As the body which was missing all its internal organs sat up with a smile, the three Players cautiously backed away from it while moving toward the exit.
Whether or not the body had really been Traveler, there was no question that the thing they were facing now was a supernatural entity.
"Why are you guys so far away? Aren't we on the same team?"
The corpse, now wearing Traveler's gold-rimmed glasses and his characteristic smile, slowly removed the metal playing cards from where they were lodged inside its body, then gracefully got to its feet.
"How I envy you, with your intact bodies. Won't you spare me a h—"
The animated corpse calmly extricated the card which had suddenly embedded itself into its skull, spilling some brain matter in the process. It tilted its head as it inspected the would-be deadly projectile.
"—a heart?"
Seeing that the cards could not hurt it, Iron Blood changed tactics. He said, flatly, "Cover me." then immediately burst forward in a powerful rush.
A Player's level may not always reflect their competence, but a skilled Player was rarely low-leveled.
Unlike Temperance Gentleheart, Iron Blood had not relied on extreme luck to get his levels. He had painstakingly fought and won against many a supernatural entity to reach his level—the highest out of all seven Players, and talking corpses were far from the strangest thing he had ever encountered.
Man-eating sweaters, hives of bugs that gorged on flesh and blood, people in a vegetative state that were overgrown with fungi... Any one of these entities that he had put down in the past were just as, if not more terrifying than this walking, talking cadaver.
As soon as he realized that the playing cards were ineffective against the enemy, Iron Blood instantly switched to a melee weapon—a set of steel knuckles—and leaped toward the corpse. Closing the distance between himself and his target in a flash, he readied a punch aimed directly at the monster's face.
As he swung his right fist, a streak of intense, red flame flared up along the pat
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