Chapter 379: Reaping
Tang Ling trusted his guts because the facts had proven many times that his feelings were a branch of his Precise Instinct.
Since his feelings told him to stay away from the third floor, he did not want to risk it, but if he did not risk it, his plan would be ruined. Tang Ling’s plan was to burn the whole building to the ground.
Of course, he could not simply rely on the fire to burn every enemy inside even though the building only had one main entrance.
However, if every single window beneath the fourth floor was locked, the enemies would have a smaller chance of escaping.
All the Fallen Knights were equipped with armor from head to toe. If they jumped off from the fourth floor, even if they did not die, they would be crippled for life.
After testing the Fallen Knights himself, Tang Ling knew that they were only slightly stronger than the common man. He was not sure about the black-robed figures, but they should be a lot weaker than the white-robed apologist. Simply jumping off the fourth floor would probably affect them in some way.
If he and Fatty stopped the knights on the bottom floor, the two of them could easily reap the lives of their enemies.
Indeed, Tang Ling was a madman. He did not want to escape. Instead, he wanted to burn every single enemy to the ground.
The benefits that followed were self-explanatory. As long as he could recover his strength, his odds of surviving for 24 hours would be a lot higher.
His plan was to face the difficult part head-on. No matter how shameless the Dream Domain was, it probably would not simply change the level of difficulty again once he recovered his strength. After all, the difficulty of the 24 hours survival should be based on his strength level during the start of the timer.
Well, then I wonder how these tin cans feel when they jump off from the third floor.
Tang Ling was slightly frustrated. He did not stop there. He used the excuse of locking the windows and checked every single room.
Fatty had repeatedly emphasized the importance of his backpack, and if Tang Ling could help, he would with every single bit of effort.
As for the third and fourth floors, being frustrated over them would do him no good either.
Choosing the lesser of the two evils, Tang Ling would rather spare some of the enemies than go against his own feelings and risk it on the third floor.
With a dozen Fallen Knights helping him, all the windows were closed quickly. Throughout the process, Tang Ling did not forget to reap the knight’s lives when they scattered and closed the windows. He took everyone’s lives without missing any.
Tang Ling was not afraid of a dozen Fallen Knights. As his strength slowly recovered, killing these knights was a piece of cake but spreading his kills would spare him a lot more trouble.
Soon, all the windows on the second floor were locked, followed by Tang Ling reaping every one of the knight’s lives.
Tang Ling was fortunate enough to find a room similar to a vault. All sorts of things were kept inside, and by the looks of it, they should be items that had been confiscated from the prisoners but had yet to be sorted out.
Fatty’s backpack had also transformed to match the time period of the dream after he entered the dream world and Tang Ling quickly located the backpack based on the description the fatty had provided.
It was a large animal pelt traveling bag, but when Tang Ling touched it, the backpack revealed its original appearance which was a typical high-end tactical backpack that bore the traits of the Purple Moon era. Judging from its appearance, it was a lot more high-end than Tang Ling’s own backpack.
The discovery surprised Tang Ling. Was it possible that an item in disguise would reveal its true form once it was touched by another Dream Seed?
If that was the case, other than him and Fatty in the main street mission, were there any other Dream Seeds in this world? If there were, would this pile of confiscated items include some of the belongings of other Dream Seeds? Should he try touching everything?
The ridiculous thought flashed in Tang Ling’s mind but it was not groundless.
Coincidentally, he and Fatty had been locked up in this prison and ever since he came into the dream, he did not get a chance to talk properly to the fatty. Tang Ling supposed he would have to ask him later how he got locked up in the prison.
With that thought in mind, Tang Ling shouldered Fatty’s backpack. He would never test his theory out because of some ridiculous idea since time was running out.
“How many things did this fatty bring into the dream?” When Tang Ling shouldered the backpack, it was a little heavy even to him.
Despite his grumbling, Tang Ling strode out of the storage room.
It was not for any reason other than that he sensed anxiety in his heart which made him nervous.
As though to verify that his Precise Instinct was always right, after he took a few steps out of the storage room, a heavy thump came from the third floor, shaking the entire building.
The thump came from the left end of the corridor, from the room with the stairs that led to the mysterious dungeon!
Tang Ling hastened his steps. He sprinted down from the second floor, not forgetting to pick up a new torch from the wall.
The first floor was quiet. Even though the whole building shuddered, the black-robed figure with the Fallen Knights guarding at the main entrance did not come in and check on the thump on the third floor.
On second thought, their response made sense. Since the white-robed apologist and the Fallen Knights in the front yard had been killed by Tang Ling, all the black-robed figure and the remaining Fallen Knights could do was stand guard at the entrance. After all, they could not afford to release the so-called devil.
As for what exactly the devil was, Tang Ling was curious. He wanted to see whether his guess was correct or not, but he did not care.
The Fallen Star Church would definitely send in more reinforcements, and they would be responsible for solving any lurking problems. It had nothing to do with Tang Ling. Even if the so-called devil was released, he and Fatty would be long gone.
With that in mind, Tang Ling ran back to that storeroom with the torch. He gathered all the oil lamps and animal oil together before he tossed the torch onto it, instantly setting the place ablaze.
Thrilled with the results, he then jumped out from the window of the storeroom without a second thought.
This particular window was the retreat that Tang Ling had kept for himself. After the fire got stronger, this path would be burned away.
…
After coming out to the front yard, Tang Ling realized that 30 meters away, Fatty was still tirelessly taunting the enemies guarding the main entrance.
The storeroom with the oil was certainly burning, but it was just starting. Other than Tang Ling, no one else noticed the room was on fire. However, he did not have to worry as the fire would eventually grow bigger and spread faster with that many combustible items, and the effect would be a lot more obvious after 10 minutes.
“Fatty, it’s time!” Tang Ling was looking forward to the upcoming reward, but he had one more problem to solve.
While Fatty was surprised when he heard Tang Ling’s voice, after he heard that it was time, he looked slightly nervous.
Is this Tang Ling some crazy killer? A battle fanatic? He just ended the battle with the white-robed apologist. I know he won and he didn’t suffer any serious damage, but there are still cuts all over his body. Can’t he take a break and wait for the fire to burn?
Despite the thought, Fatty took the first step. It was his first step of change. He no longer wanted to be the cowardly fatty that he once was. He stopped taunting the enemies and raced towards them with all he had.
“Wait, what? Is he going in like that?!” Tang Ling had taken off the irritating armor and saw Fatty yelling while charging towards the enemies on guard at the entrance. Tang Ling could not help but be impressed.
However, in less than two seconds, Fatty came running back with tears all over his face. The moment he charged forward, the black-robed figure had attacked him.
Fatty was no match for the black-robed figure, so of course, he ran away.
Tang Ling was rendered speechless by the scene. He dashed forward to help. According to the plan, he would have to fight the black-robed figure while Fatty engaged the other Fallen Knights.
The battle started again.
Vicious beast meat coupled with more killings allowed Tang Ling to recover almost a third of his original strength. Therefore, when he faced the black-robed figure again, the fight was not as difficult as before.
When the fight broke out, Tang Ling realized the black-robed figure’s abilities were miles away from the white-robed apologist.
The speed, strength, and other basic stats only equaled to Tang Ling’s earlier level of strength when he had first stepped into the Dream Domain. Also, the black-robed figure relied mainly on his right hand with the black glove to fight.
The right hand had evolved into the appendage of the Demon Seed, thus it was tougher than normal a human arm and was very flexible.
On top of that, Tang Ling also found out that the black glove had extremely powerful defensive abilities because the Blood Bulrush Sword easily left cuts all over the black-robed figure except for the glove.
When he recalled his first meeting with the figure in the black robes, Tang Ling suddenly had a wild thought in his mind. He was wondering whether he could get a pair of similar gloves and bring them out of the Dream Domain.
He did not want this particular black-robed figure’s gloves though because he had heavily scarred it with his knife and it was almost ruined.
Two minutes later, the black-robed figure fell at Tang Ling’s feet. He was beyond dead.
Even if the black-robed figure’s basic stats were around Tang Ling’s level, he was no match for Tang Ling who had already mastered the entry-level of microsensing and possessed spirit visualization and Precise Instinct. Moreover, Tang Ling wielded the Blood Bulrush Sword.
After killing the enemy, Tang Ling realized that Fatty had killed around seven to eight Fallen Knights himself.
No matter how many times Fatty ran away from the enemies or how wimpy he was, he was still a Dream Seed who had survived the Dream Domain. Given that his strength had recovered slightly, fighting the Fallen Knights who were only slightly stronger than a common man would not be a problem.
Smoke started to rise from the first floor. The storeroom was blazing strongly and the flames had spread to at least four other rooms. Soon, it would grow out of hand.
Tang Ling did not want to delay anymore. It was time to reap what he sowed. He had to seize the moment and shut the main entrance of the building.
Tang Ling joined Fatty in the fight and killed the remaining Fallen Knights as though he was slicing vegetables.
“I still can kill a few more.” Fatty seemed to have gained sufficient courage and enjoyed the feeling of attacking.
Tang Ling said in a relaxed tone, “Shut the door and wait for them.”
After more kills, the number in Tang Ling’s head changed again.
‘Eliminate Fallen Knights: 79/100.
‘Eliminate Demon Seeds: 1/50.
‘Eliminate black-robed clergies: 1/20.
‘Elimite white-robed apologists: 1/7.’
Tang Ling was looking forward to something different. He would get to know the answer when he reaped what he sowed.
Besides, he had a restless urge in his heart when he saw the dead body of the white-robed apologist. If he could get the glove of the black-robed clergy and make use of it as well as get a clear description of the item, then he should pay more attention to the reward from the Dream Domain.
He could not always rely on that sleazy Kun anyway.
Chapter 379: Reaping
Tang Ling trusted his guts because the facts had proven many times that his feelings were a branch of his Precise Instinct.
Since his feelings told him to stay away from the third floor, he did not want to risk it, but if he did not risk it, his plan would be ruined. Tang Ling’s plan was to burn the whole building to the ground.
Of course, he could not simply rely on the fire to burn every enemy inside even though the building only had one main entrance.
However, if every single window beneath the fourth floor was locked, the enemies would have a smaller chance of escaping.
All the Fallen Knights were equipped with armor from head to toe. If they jumped off from the fourth floor, even if they did not die, they would be crippled for life.
After testing the Fallen Knights himself, Tang Ling knew that they were only slightly stronger than the common man. He was not sure about the black-robed figures, but they should be a lot weaker than the white-robed apologist. Simply jumping off the fourth floor would probably affect them in some way.
If he and Fatty stopped the knights on the bottom floor, the two of them could easily reap the lives of their enemies.
Indeed, Tang Ling was a madman. He did not want to escape. Instead, he wanted to burn every single enemy to the ground.
The benefits that followed were self-explanatory. As long as he could recover his strength, his odds of surviving for 24 hours would be a lot higher.
His plan was to face the difficult part head-on. No matter how shameless the Dream Domain was, it probably would not simply change the level of difficulty again once he recovered his strength. After all, the difficulty of the 24 hours survival should be based on his strength level during the start of the timer.
Well, then I wonder how these tin cans feel when they jump off from the third floor.
Tang Ling was slightly frustrated. He did not stop there. He used the excuse of locking the windows and checked every single room.
Fatty had repeatedly emphasized the importance of his backpack, and if Tang Ling could help, he would with every single bit of effort.
As for the third and fourth floors, being frustrated over them would do him no good either.
Choosing the lesser of the two evils, Tang Ling would rather spare some of the enemies than go against his own feelings and risk it on the third floor.
With a dozen Fallen Knights helping him, all the windows were closed quickly. Throughout the process, Tang Ling did not forget to reap the knight’s lives when they scattered and closed the windows. He took everyone’s lives without missing any.
Tang Ling was not afraid of a dozen Fallen Knights. As his strength slowly recovered, killing these knights was a piece of cake but spreading his kills would spare him a lot more trouble.
Soon, all the windows on the second floor were locked, followed by Tang Ling reaping every one of the knight’s lives.
Tang Ling was fortunate enough to find a room similar to a vault. All sorts of things were kept inside, and by the looks of it, they should be items that had been confiscated from the prisoners but had yet to be sorted out.
Fatty’s backpack had also transformed to match the time period of the dream after he entered the dream world and Tang Ling quickly located the backpack based on the description the fatty had provided.
It was a large animal pelt traveling bag, but when Tang Ling touched it, the backpack revealed its original appearance which was a typical high-end tactical backpack that bore the traits of the Purple Moon era. Judging from its appearance, it was a lot more high-end than Tang Ling’s own backpack.
The discovery surprised Tang Ling. Was it possible that an item in disguise would reveal its true form once it was touched by another Dream Seed?
If that was the case, other than him and Fatty in the main street mission, were there any other Dream Seeds in this world? If there were, would this pile of confiscated items include some of the belongings of other Dream Seeds? Should he try touching everything?
The ridiculous thought flashed in Tang Ling’s mind but it was not groundless.
Coincidentally, he and Fatty had been locked up in this prison and ever since he came into the dream, he did not get a chance to talk properly to the fatty. Tang Ling supposed he would have to ask him later how he got locked up in the prison.
With that thought in mind, Tang Ling shouldered Fatty’s backpack. He would never test his theory out because of some ridiculous idea since time was running out.
“How many things did this fatty bring into the dream?” When Tang Ling shouldered the backpack, it was a little heavy even to him.
Despite his grumbling, Tang Ling strode out of the storage room.
It was not for any reason other than that he sensed anxiety in his heart which made him nervous.
As though to verify that his Precise Instinct was always right, after he took a few steps out of the storage room, a heavy thump came from the third floor, shaking the entire building.
The thump came from the left end of the corridor, from the room with the stairs that led to the mysterious dungeon!
Tang Ling hastened his steps. He sprinted down from the second floor, not forgetting to pick up a new torch from the wall.
The first floor was quiet. Even though the whole building shuddered, the black-robed figure with the Fallen Knights guarding at the main entrance did not come in and check on the thump on the third floor.
On second thought, their response made sense. Since the white-robed apologist and the Fallen Knights in the front yard had been killed by Tang Ling, all the black-robed figure and the remaining Fallen Knights could do was stand guard at the entrance. After all, they could not afford to release the so-called devil.
As for what exactly the devil was, Tang Ling was curious. He wanted to see whether his guess was correct or not, but he did not care.
The Fallen Star Church would definitely send in more reinforcements, and they would be responsible for solving any lurking problems. It had nothing to do with Tang Ling. Even if the so-called devil was released, he and Fatty would be long gone.
With that in mind, Tang Ling ran back to that storeroom with the torch. He gathered all the oil lamps and animal oil together before he tossed the torch onto it, instantly setting the place ablaze.
Thrilled with the results, he then jumped out from the window of the storeroom without a second thought.
This particular window was the retreat that Tang Ling had kept for himself. After the fire got stronger, this path would be burned away.
…
After coming out to the front yard, Tang Ling realized that 30 meters away, Fatty was still tirelessly taunting the enemies guarding the main entrance.
The storeroom with the oil was certainly burning, but it was just starting. Other than Tang Ling, no one else noticed the room was on fire. However, he did not have to worry as the fire would eventually grow bigger and spread faster with that many combustible items, and the effect would be a lot more obvious after 10 minutes.
“Fatty, it’s time!” Tang Ling was looking forward to the upcoming reward, but he had one more problem to solve.
While Fatty was surprised when he heard Tang Ling’s voice, after he heard that it was time, he looked slightly nervous.
Is this Tang Ling some crazy killer? A battle fanatic? He just ended the battle with the white-robed apologist. I know he won and he didn’t suffer any serious damage, but there are still cuts all over his body. Can’t he take a break and wait for the fire to burn?
Despite the thought, Fatty took the first step. It was his first step of change. He no longer wanted to be the cowardly fatty that he once was. He stopped taunting the enemies and raced towards them with all he had.
“Wait, what? Is he going in like that?!” Tang Ling had taken off the irritating armor and saw Fatty yelling while charging towards the enemies on guard at the entrance. Tang Ling could not help but be impressed.
However, in less than two seconds, Fatty came running back with tears all over his face. The moment he charged forward, the black-robed figure had attacked him.
Fatty was no match for the black-robed figure, so of course, he ran away.
Tang Ling was rendered speechless by the scene. He dashed forward to help. According to the plan, he would have to fight the black-robed figure while Fatty engaged the other Fallen Knights.
The battle started again.
Vicious beast meat coupled with more killings allowed Tang Ling to recover almost a third of his original strength. Therefore, when he faced the black-robed figure again, the fight was not as difficult as before.
When the fight broke out, Tang Ling realized the black-robed figure’s abilities were miles away from the white-robed apologist.
The speed, strength, and other basic stats only equaled to Tang Ling’s earlier level of strength when he had first stepped into the Dream Domain. Also, the black-robed figure relied mainly on his right hand with the black glove to fight.
The right hand had evolved into the appendage of the Demon Seed, thus it was tougher than normal a human arm and was very flexible.
On top of that, Tang Ling also found out that the black glove had extremely powerful defensive abilities because the Blood Bulrush Sword easily left cuts all over the black-robed figure except for the glove.
When he recalled his first meeting with the figure in the black robes, Tang Ling suddenly had a wild thought in his mind. He was wondering whether he could get a pair of similar gloves and bring them out of the Dream Domain.
He did not want this particular black-robed figure’s gloves though because he had heavily scarred it with his knife and it was almost ruined.
Two minutes later, the black-robed figure fell at Tang Ling’s feet. He was beyond dead.
Even if the black-robed figure’s basic stats were around Tang Ling’s level, he was no match for Tang Ling who had already mastered the entry-level of microsensing and possessed spirit visualization and Precise Instinct. Moreover, Tang Ling wielded the Blood Bulrush Sword.
After killing the enemy, Tang Ling realized that Fatty had killed around seven to eight Fallen Knights himself.
No matter how many times Fatty ran away from the enemies or how wimpy he was, he was still a Dream Seed who had survived the Dream Domain. Given that his strength had recovered slightly, fighting the Fallen Knights who were only slightly stronger than a common man would not be a problem.
Smoke started to rise from the first floor. The storeroom was blazing strongly and the flames had spread to at least four other rooms. Soon, it would grow out of hand.
Tang Ling did not want to delay anymore. It was time to reap what he sowed. He had to seize the moment and shut the main entrance of the building.
Tang Ling joined Fatty in the fight and killed the remaining Fallen Knights as though he was slicing vegetables.
“I still can kill a few more.” Fatty seemed to have gained sufficient courage and enjoyed the feeling of attacking.
Tang Ling said in a relaxed tone, “Shut the door and wait for them.”
After more kills, the number in Tang Ling’s head changed again.
‘Eliminate Fallen Knights: 79/100.
‘Eliminate Demon Seeds: 1/50.
‘Eliminate black-robed clergies: 1/20.
‘Elimite white-robed apologists: 1/7.’
Tang Ling was looking forward to something different. He would get to know the answer when he reaped what he sowed.
Besides, he had a restless urge in his heart when he saw the dead body of the white-robed apologist. If he could get the glove of the black-robed clergy and make use of it as well as get a clear description of the item, then he should pay more attention to the reward from the Dream Domain.
He could not always rely on that sleazy Kun anyway.
