Chapter 183 Chapter 183: When It Rains, It Pours
Chapter 183: When It Rains, It Pours
Bang!
A fist smashed into the opponent's chest, but the slippery sensation almost caused the blow to glance off.
Five tentacles then extended from the opponent's sleeves, swiftly coiling towards her like lightning.
"What the hell is this?!"
W gritted her teeth, supported herself with one hand on the ground, executed an agile flip and sweeping kick, accurately striking the opponent's temple.
The Deep Sea cultist was sent flying sideways by the impact. The nearly perfected force application technique delivered immense power.
Causing him to embed himself fiercely into the wall, sending large chunks of earth and stone flying.
His head became a pulpy mess; clearly, he wouldn't survive. Only the tentacles inside his robe surged out in a mass.
They twitched and writhed unconsciously on the floor, leaving large puddles of slime behind.
She could no longer afford to hold back.
These people, one after another, didn't even look remotely human anymore.
"Two left..."
Her body felt slightly fatigued, but it was completely within W's acceptable range.
The force application techniques taught by Boss Kevin were truly useful.
In the past, she couldn't have kicked someone so hard they embedded into a wall.
"Us?"
"Mhm."
The remaining two exchanged a glance and discarded their crossbows.
They couldn't run for now; at the very least, they had to retrieve the corpses of their companions.
Otherwise, if exposed, what awaited them would be a punishment more terrifying than death.
They reached their hands into their sleeves, and their bodies instantly swelled up as if inflated, bursting through their damp black robes.
Various tissues and growths of unknown creatures emerged from beneath their skin—scales, fur, carapace...
Two slits opened on the sides of their faces, yet no blood flowed out. They opened and closed like fish gills.
"Little things have quite a distinctive look, huh?"
Looking at the two ugly fish-men before her,
W took two steps back. These guys didn't even have a humanoid form anymore.
"Hiss—"
The clarity in their eyes was slowly fading.
Whispers from the depths of the sea, murmurs from dark abysses filled their ears.
It was the call of the Swarm.
High tide! High tide! A corner of their consciousness felt as if it could be swallowed by the tide at any moment.
Clearly, assuming this form was not without side effects.
The two cooperated seamlessly. While their sanity hadn't completely dissipated yet, one attacked W while the other went to seize the corpses of their fallen comrades.
W habitually reached behind her back but grasped empty air.
"Just my luck I didn't bring my gun today..."
Otherwise, she'd have given them a couple of 'potatoes'. A slightly annoyed expression appeared on W's face; she was already starting to regret it.
If she had brought her weapons, forget these two in front of her, even if twenty more came, she'd be kicking their heads off like soccer balls.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several tentacles resembling octopus arms flew towards her. Bare-handed, W really didn't want to touch something that looked so sticky and slimy.
Over these past few months, Kevin and Pozëmka's indulgence and pampering had made her develop a bit of "delicateness".
In the past, she might have charged forward without a second thought to beat these two ugly things into pulp.
Forget it, so what if her clothes get a little dirty?
Just as she was about to take action,
a figure pressed down on
her shoulder.
"Didn't I tell you to run... You, huh?! Boss Kevin, how did you get here?!"
She turned her head, her expression quickly turning into delight.
"The commotion here was a bit loud."
Kevin's apron had a few grease stains. He pointed towards the large hole W had kicked in the wall nearby.
This place wasn't far from their residence, just separated by an alley.
"Oh, so that's it. Hehe. Boss, wait here for a bit. Give me one more minute and I'll finish them off."
She rolled up her sleeves, pumped with motivation, wanting to properly show Boss Kevin the results of her training.
Being beaten up one-sidedly day after day, even she herself wondered if she had made any progress at all.
But today, after actually fighting, she realized it wasn't that she hadn't improved.
It was just that her opponent was simply not on the same level as her.
"Wait."
Kevin still hadn't removed his hand from her shoulder.
"Tsk, Boss, don't worry about my safety. These two small fries can't hurt me."
W waved her hand dismissively. She was determined to show Boss Kevin what she could do today.
"Besides, aren't you here to back me up anyway?"
She felt completely at ease.
"No, what I mean is, don't get your clothes dirty."
"If blood splatters on them, it'll be very difficult for her to wash."
Kevin also felt somewhat conflicted, but who told Pozëmka to be so stubborn about these small details?
"Huh?"
W looked at her boss in disbelief. Is that all you're worried about?
Yeah! You're all noble, you're all 1080p!
Then what do you need a mud-child like me for? To be a third wheel?
"I can wash them myself."
"No, you can't wash them cleanly."
Kevin was quite certain about this. In the end, Pozëmka would probably have to do a second round of cleaning anyway.
"B-b-but... if we don't act now, they'll get away!"
She refused to give up, wanting to make one last attempt.
"No, they've already lost that opportunity."
"Huh? How could that be..."
At this moment, W realized that during the time she was arguing with Boss Kevin,
those guys hadn't made any sound at all?
It was as if... they were dead?
She turned her head somewhat stiffly.
Whether it was the two "fish-men" who had burst out of their clothes and transformed or the "arrow-men" she had used as human shields,
the moments of their lives seemed to have frozen at this instant, like silent statues.
The terror of losing control over one's own life, the helplessness of being invaded by something fatal...
The two fish-men widened their bubble-like eyes, silently conveying everything with their gazes.
"No wounds at all?"
W clicked her tongue in surprise and curiously stepped forward to poke their skin.
She applied a little force, but it didn't dent as she had imagined.
Hard as rock! It was almost like poking ice?
"Let's go, back for dinner."
Kevin turned around and started walking away. He still had fish soup simmering; if he didn't get back soon, it would burn dry.
"Then... what about them?"
W pointed at the nearby "statues". If someone comes later and no one is watching them, wouldn't that be bad?
"Let him watch."
Kevin glanced at Hu Yuan who was stealthily peeking out from his hiding spot towards them.
Instantly locking onto the best candidate for manual labor.
"Forget it then. I'll leave it to you. I have high hopes for you. Just explain things to people when they arrive."
W patted his shoulder, unusually offering encouragement.
"Boss, wait for me!"
Then she ran off after Kevin's retreating figure.
Leaving only Hu Yuan with a bitter smile on his face. Could he say he felt scared being alone?
Seeing the fish-men's eyes wide open in death—filled with resentment and fear...
He shrank his neck and shuddered involuntarily.
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After the news spread,
Deep Sea Church's Gou Wu stronghold,
the same table, the same group of people.
Less than ten hours had passed since the last meeting.
The person sitting at the head of the table could already sense the discontent among the members below, but he didn't comment on it.
He just sighed helplessly. If possible, he didn't want to work overtime either.
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