Ch. 282 - Blood Greatsword
All the surrounding players were condemning Yang Yi’s misdeeds, as if he had violated some sacred law.
But in truth, he had merely stepped on and killed a house-nesting rat.
Any normal person would have made the same choice as Yang Yi, unless… they had become a rat thrall, their perception twisted by the toxin of the house rat.
Yang Yi stayed alert, quietly counting the players around him and noting their approximate positions.
There were 425 in total: 282 on the dock, 143 aboard the ship.
Among them were twelve guards, seemingly a tactical squad.
As for the other ordinary players, their combat strength was still unknown.
These players had not been parasitised for long. There were no obvious deformities on their bodies; some even looked no different from normal people, the parasitic parts hidden beneath their clothes.
Yet they were tightly united, as if able to distinguish friend from foe, directing all hostility towards Yang Yi.
“No survivors?”
Yang Yi scanned the area but could not find a single normal person.
Every player approached with ill intent.
They appeared wary of Captain Dijie’s strength and reputation. No one dared provoke him outright; they limited themselves to verbal abuse.
But judging from their emotions, violence was only a matter of time.
Yang Yi immediately searched his body, hoping to find a usable weapon.
What he found left him stunned.
“This captain doesn’t even carry a melee weapon?”
He muttered, discovering a beam rifle in the pouch at his waist.
Apart from that, there were several empty reagent vials and over a hundred packs of blood bags.
“There’s an opening!”
“Die, Captain Dijie!”
Two players behind Yang Yi finally made their move. One wielded a crowbar, the other a rapier.
Zzz! Zzz!
The beam guns mounted on the wall responded instantly, shooting the two dead on the spot.
“Right… I’m Captain Dijie now!”
Yang Yi remembered his identity, nearly forgetting who was host and who was guest.
These half-rat thralls were standing on his ship.
“Kill them!”
Yang Yi gave the order. At once, more than twenty beam guns along the harbor wall activated, beginning an indiscriminate slaughter of the players in the port.
The dock area descended into chaos.
This place was equipped with an independent power supply. The defensive systems were intact. It was Yang Yi’s home ground.
And he had already found his weapon. It had been on his finger all along.
It looked like a ruby ring, but the setting could be opened, revealing a short crimson razor blade inside.
【Name: Blood Thornwheel】