Percy's voice was as cold as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, giving people a chilling feeling.
His body exuded a palpitating aura of curse. The bizarre curse Texture was scarlet and glaring, and staring at it for a while would cause a burst of stinging pain in the eyes.
The endless hatred revealed in his dark pupils made the player feel as if he was being stared at by a vengeful ghost. The sharp bronze sword reflected a fierce cold light in the dim room.
Percy only needed to exert a little force to easily slit the other party's throat, as easily as killing a chicken. The girls were frightened by this sudden scene.
But they quickly reacted.
"How can you treat brother like this?"
"Bad guy."
"Bad guy."
They pointed at Percy and cursed, and even tried to rush up.
Seeing their actions, Percy not only didn't panic, but also showed a smile. The Imperium has introduced a protection law for civilians in the Reincarnation Game world.
It requires minimizing accidental injuries to civilians during missions and assisting them in leaving dangerous areas as much as possible. Those who violate it will be penalized with reduced rewards, or even expelled, and may even become targets to be hunted.
In Percy's eyes, this was another sign of the Imperium's weakness.
He was already too tired to complain about the incompetence of the Imperium's higher-ups.
He really couldn't understand how those weak people could build such a vast Heavens empire.
If he were in charge, he would definitely be much better than those good-for-nothing officials.
What kind of damn civilian protection law is that?!
Those incompetent weaklings are born to be cheap labor and slave candidates. There is no need to have a trace of mercy towards them.
Letting them eat their fill and dress warmly is already a great kindness. They still expect this and that. The women clawed at Percy. They wanted to use their strength to save their idol.
They were completely unaware of how terrifying the cruelty revealed in Percy's dark pupils was. They were too young, and their worldview and understanding of danger were not sufficient.
Their parents did their best to let them live in a relatively safe environment, allowing them to maintain happiness in ignorance. This approach also made them lack misjudgment of real crises.
The protection law promoted by the Imperium in recent years has also forced Imperial players performing missions in this world to protect their safety, and even compromise when necessary, to avoid their rewards being reduced due to civilian deaths and grievances. The high-ranking players were held down by the Imperium, losing their former sense of mystery.
Many people who don't know much about the past think that players should be like this. They are there to serve them and need to take care of their emotions and needs.
As long as they make trouble, the other party will compromise and explain.
Ah, people always think that what they see now is the norm of the whole world. They are completely unaware of how terrifying those players are without the Imperium's favoritism and protection.
Percy didn't kill these dizzy girls right away, only because the protection law didn't allow it, not because he was merciful. The protection law only protects those civilians who are willing to abide by the laws of the Imperium, and will not protect those who actively attack Imperial players for the sake of the enemy.
Black lightning burst out from Percy's body, grabbing the girls like tentacles.
At the moment of contact, it left a scorched mark on their skin.
Painful and frantic screams rang out. Their vitality was gradually stripped away, feeding back to Percy along the black lightning. This is the Dark Zeus power formed by the fusion of the power of the curse and the Zeus divinity bloodline.
Although it is not strong now, it has already shown infinite potential, not only can it release corrosive dark lightning, but also can absorb the life energy of others to further strengthen itself.
The girls seemed to be accelerated, and in just a few seconds, their young and vibrant bodies were drained, turning into a decaying mummy, and finally turning into white-gray dust and falling on the ground.
"It's so comfortable." Percy stuck out his tongue and licked his upper lip. The influx of life energy gave him a feeling of electric current flowing through his body. His spine was numb, and he had the ultimate pleasure of enjoying the final release of physiological desire.
The handsome player who covered his broken arm also showed a trace of fear in his painful expression when he saw Percy like this. This guy looked like a pure madman.
He said in a crying voice.
"What do you want to know?"
"How many people are there?" Percy's dark pupils stared at the player, making the other party feel like he was staring into the abyss.
"Only me."
"Incorrect answer."
Percy's movements were as precise as a flayer.
He pierced his fingers into the other person's eye sockets at a speed that ordinary people could not react to, dug out the other person's eyes, and then yanked them out. That handsome face was like God's most perfect work of art.
Both men and women would scream for it.
Percy enjoyed the pleasure of destruction. The satisfaction of tearing beautiful things apart little by little is unforgettable. The other party let out a wailing cry.
"No!!"
Percy showed a cruel smile.
Looking at the eyeball, he squeezed it hard and burst it. The juice and blood in the eyes spurted out along his fingers.
"I can tear your legs and feet apart little by little, just like slow slicing. I will let you live to feel how your body is leaving your body little by little."
"Twenty-three people."
The handsome player finally gave in.
He was also a player, and he knew what this group could do.
Don't doubt how twisted and perverted a player's morals are.
Everything that can happen in hell will happen in their hands.
"Recognize this?" Percy opened the projection function of his wrist watch and played his mission target.
"Night Owl. Her name is Night Owl, she is a female player."
Percy stared into the other party's eyes, and after confirming that he was not lying, he continued to ask.
He spent a long time interrogating the other party.
Many questions were repeated and asked out of order. This is a simple interrogation technique that can ensure that what the other party says is true. The memory of most people is very mediocre and cannot lie continuously.
After repeated confirmation, there was no problem.
Percy stood up contentedly. The other party had been tortured to the point of being on the verge of death. The handsome appearance of the past has disappeared without a trace, leaving only a one-eyed, hare-lipped monster with no nose, his face full of everted flesh, his tongue cut in half, and most of his skin peeled off.
He maintained the other party's life state with life potions while torturing him, ensuring that the other party could not survive or die.
Everything is over.
Percy stretched out his hand to grab the other party's forehead, while the other hand held the bronze sword at the other party's throat.
"May the Holy Emperor protect your soul. Sorry, I forgot, you are not an Imperial player. May your soul be despised, you idiot."
Amidst the other party's painful cries, Percy slowly swiped the sword from the other party's throat, circling around the neck and cutting off the other party's entire head.
After completing all this, he turned and left.
Leaving behind a disfigured headless corpse.
Those lurking players are very cautious. They use various espionage and undercover methods to hide among the survivors. They maintain a single-line contact with other people to ensure that they will not be discovered. This gave Percy a chance. This is simply a large scoring team.
A city that has been reduced to ruins. The once prosperous streets have also become broken and dilapidated. The bustling streets have become a ruin and wreckage.
Collapsed buildings and floating dust can be seen everywhere on the road. The atmosphere of despair and death permeated the ruins.
Survivors shuttle through those abandoned buildings, searching for usable supplies.
Not far from this ruin is a survivor base established by the Imperium. The construction there is already quite large.
Some Imperial players who are good at management are trying their best to restore order to this world. Their existence is like a new sprout growing in a forest burned by a fire.
If given time, the survivor base will become the prototype of a giant city.
But some people don't want that future to appear, they want to directly cut off the new sprouts, and then dig out the previous forest from the ashes. The sunset dyed the clouds red.
Golden light sprinkle on the ruins of the city. There stood a magnificent cathedral.
Now, most of it had collapsed.
Destroyed by a player who specialized in releasing magical attacks. There were no resources here.
Survivors also didn't want to waste time praying in a destroyed church.
But it wasn't completely deserted.
A woman stood on the fragmented ruins of the cathedral's tower, gazing at the world that had turned into a wasteland. The woman had long, jet-black hair, skin as white as snow, and a face so exquisite, she looked like she had walked out of a 3D movie. The flowing air brushed past her ears, causing her black hair to dance.
If one listened carefully, they could hear the screams of the dead spirits within the wind.
She wore a set of technologically advanced tights that accentuated her perfect figure, making her extremely alluring.
Especially the magnificence of her chest, which seemed to be on the verge of spilling out.
Just standing there on the tower, her graceful figure accentuated by the tights, was enough to make countless otaku stand at attention and go crazy for her.
"Everything changed after the Imperium came," the woman said. "Those lunatics seized this world and turned it into ruins. And those fools kowtowed to them, without an ounce of backbone."
"Kowtowing would be one thing, but if those guys hadn't destroyed the protective array, this world wouldn't have fallen so quickly!!"
A man with tattoos on his face, looking rebellious, emerged from the shadows.
"That's why I despise them, no loyalty, no faith," disgust appeared on the woman's delicate face.
"Let's not talk about them. When this world is back under the control of the Lord of Reincarnation, those who betrayed us will pay the price," the man said. "This time, your mission is to snipe the Imperium player in the survivor base. We've investigated, his strength isn't great, he's better at management and construction."
"How exactly did the controller behind the Imperium build such a massive force? His actions seem utterly incomprehensible. Useless trash with no combat power can also be reused there. If this continues, the Imperium will soon become a garbage dump filled with incompetents."
The man smiled, shrugged, and said.
"Who cares? One day, under the leadership of the Lord of Reincarnation, we will invade the Imperium's homeland, capture their Emperor alive, and execute his concubines, descendants, siblings, and parents. Let the other forces see, this is the price of offending the Lord of Reincarnation."
The woman smiled. They talked for a while.
Confirming the details of the mission. The man then disappeared back into the darkness. The woman nimbly leaped down from the dilapidated tower, rushing towards the Imperium's survivor base under the cover of the ruins, illuminated by the setting sun.
She loved this time of day, twilight.
When the blood of the dead spurted out, with a hint of golden light in the crimson, what a beautiful scene that was.
Assassination wasn't a difficult task.
Find a good spot, wait for the target to appear, and then harvest them with a single shot.
She had done this many times.
Never missed.
And never been caught.
Her talents and abilities were focused on long-range kills. To be honest, such abilities wouldn't have allowed her to survive in the previous Reincarnation Games. The controllers behind the Reincarnation Games didn't need anyone with professional skills.
What they needed were exciting dramas full of betrayal and slaughter to serve as nourishment to feed themselves. The Imperium's invasion changed the fate of many.
Giving opportunities to players who wouldn't have had a chance to survive otherwise. The woman found a suitable location and hid herself.
She held her breath, activated her ability, and observed the movements of the base through the scope of the high-level firearm she had exchanged from the Reincarnation Game.
As night fell, the survivors wandering in the ruins began to slowly return to the base. The ruins were not safe at night. The pollution left behind by the monsters killed by the Imperium still poisoned this land.
Eerie undead and mutated monsters would move at night, and those who didn't pay enough attention to safety would easily become their prey. The woman watched the survivors through the scope, suppressing the disgust in her heart. These damned insects always gave her the urge to shoot.
Shooting their children or wives in front of them, watching them grieve over the loss of their loved ones, always excited the woman. The reason in her heart suppressed her madness. The mission was the most important thing. The woman said to herself.
As long as the Imperium was driven away, they could return to their former lives. The player in charge of building the Imperium's base, who was on the assassination list, had not appeared. The woman wasn't worried, she had enough patience.
It was normal to lurk in one place for seven or eight days to complete an assassination.
But as the night fell, the woman suddenly felt a chill in her heart, as if she had been targeted by a natural enemy.
"How perceptive," a faint voice came from the darkness. The woman raised her gun, coldly scanning the darkness that shrouded the ruins.
Someone was lurking within.
"Who are you?" the woman asked, pricking up her ears, trying to see where the voice came from.
She excelled at one-hit kills and escapes.
Unrivaled within one move.
Vulnerable after one move.
After making a move, regardless of the outcome, she would leave immediately. This was her rule.
"Is there a need to ask this question!!"
A sound came, and a figure pounced over. The woman instinctively pulled the trigger. The bullet containing fate and truth silently shot out.
Ignoring defense, ignoring distance, ignoring cause and effect, directly penetrating the other party's body, giving it the definition of certain death. The woman's gun was a rule-based item.
Certain death upon hit.
No matter how high-level the players were, as long as they hadn't transcended the concept of life and death, hadn't risen above the laws, as long as they were hit, they would die.
It wouldn't involve any cause and effect, and it couldn't be discovered by those targets who possessed abilities such as death prediction and dangerous intuition.
It was an excellent assassination weapon. The figure was shot through. The power of the rules took effect, forcibly defining the other party's state as death. The woman smiled, receiving death feedback.
But when the corpse landed, she was surprised to find that it was the companion who had given her the mission earlier. The other party's eyes had been gouged out, the tongue had been cut off, and the body was covered in wounds. It was estimated that before she killed him, he only had one breath left.
Realizing the danger, the woman rushed to the side, using her talent to open a dimensional portal and escape into it.
But soon, she fell from the air not far away.
Crimson blood splattered down. That perfect body, enough to drive countless otaku crazy, had been cut into two sections. Those slender, beautiful legs and rounded buttocks fell to the ground just like that, blood gushing out.
If one was interested, one could take advantage while it was still warm.
Percy walked out of the darkness, still holding the bronze sword in his hand that was enough to cut open a god.
He cut open the space, forcing the Night Owl who was trying to escape back.
"I didn't expect that the Night Owl, who made many empire players tremble with fear, was such a beautiful woman."
"Don't kill me," the woman struggled to support herself with her hands, crawling towards her lower body.
Such injuries wouldn't be a big problem if they could be treated in time.
"Why should I let you go?" Percy said with a smile that wasn't a smile.
"You won't regret it, I can make you experience ecstasy," the woman said, word by word.
Percy grabbed the other party's black hair, placed the bronze sword on the other party's snow-white, jade-like slender neck, and cut open the throat in the other party's horror and despair.
"Killing you will also make me very happy."
The woman's head was cut off. That beautiful face slowly turned pale as it continued to bleed.
Percy threw it into the ruins. Time would turn this beautiful woman into a bloated, foul-smelling corpse, and then into a skeleton in the ruins.
No matter what she had experienced, what she hated, or what she resented.
No matter how proud her figure was, how perfect her face was, or how slender and perfect her legs were, in the end, she was just an unattended skeleton.
Percy received a prompt that the mission was completed. The mission rewards were directly sent to his personal warehouse.
Also, the rewards for those reincarnation game players lurking in this world who were killed by him were also distributed. The resources accumulated from this mission and the previous missions are enough for him to take it to the next level.
He has taken a firm step closer to his dream.
Universe 03, Imperial Sub-Universe, Intelligence Group Work Area.
Paul, Leat, Darwin, Chen and others were sitting around a round table. The data panels in front of them contained the "Guiding Opinions on Imperial Players" issued by the Terra Council. The floating holographic image showed the newly appointed female Chancellor giving a speech. The female Chancellor is the chief person in charge of the Terra Council, responsible for coordinating multiple fields such as the Imperial bureaucracy, the General Chamber of Commerce, the Mechanicum, and the Tech Guild.
Generally, the candidates are selected by the Council and decided by the Holy Emperor.
Or the Holy Emperor directly appoints them. The term of office is uncertain, but it is generally between ten and twenty years.
Even with gene surgery and mechanical surgery enhancements, the massive workload can overwhelm them.
Perhaps out of consideration and demand for a gentle image. The position of Chancellor is generally held by women.
"We must give full play to the thought of the Great Emperor, the theory of the Holy Emperor, and the guidance of the Primarch as the core, give full play to the advanced system of the Imperium, fully implement the action goal of liberating all mankind, enhance the sense of identity of the Imperial citizens with the Imperium, strengthen the ideological transformation of the liberated world, and make them fully aware of the power and abominableness of the enemy, and realize that only by adhering to and standing with the Imperium can we usher in a better future."
"The history of our empire is a history of continuous resistance and pursuit of the liberation of all mankind, and a history of continuous advancement of human civilization and pursuit of a better future."
"We must comprehensively optimize the application of technology and psionics in the Imperium, improve the living standards of the Imperial citizens, encourage people to innovate and create more, but also strictly control the bottom line, and not allow crossing the red line, and not allow any behavior or thought of colluding with the enemy. We must also criticize and control some of the rampant free thoughts within the Imperium. Freedom must have a limit, and indulgent freedom is not only the root of self-destruction, but also a tumor implanted in human civilization."
"The rise of some extreme theories within the National Church also needs to be vigilant. The Holy Emperor has made it clear that the Imperium must always adhere to the happiness of all people as its purpose. Any worship of individuals that requires sacrificing the welfare of the collective is wrong and needs to be criticized and overthrown."
In the intelligence group work area, everyone watched the image and discussed in low voices. The new Imperial Chancellor took office and immediately implemented three major policies.
One of them is to strengthen the management of Imperial players and prevent more malicious incidents from occurring in the name of the Imperium.
"The Imperium also has such bureaucratic things! !" Chen shrugged, looking at the Imperial Chancellor giving a speech speechlessly.
Chen has become a Super Player.
Super Player is a player level that surpasses SSSSS level.
Only a very few players can reach this level, and their status is extremely noble.
Of course, this statement is only limited to the Reincarnation Game. The status of players on the Imperium's side is not high.
Even Super Players are not highly valued.
Qianshang Shiyin's Purifier Corps has a large number of powerful players, with a large number of SSSSS-level players and Super Players.
Recently, the Imperium is also planning to add several more levels above Super Player. Top Player, Mighty Player, Supreme Player, Supreme Player, etc. The main reason is that there are a bit too many props and experience issued during the recent war.
Many people level up very quickly.
Adding a few more levels can further tap the potential of those players, let them exert the spirit of twilight, and continue to fight for the Imperium.
"Otherwise, what do you think? ? There are so many things in the Imperium. If you want to manage it effectively, you either rely on bureaucracy, or you learn the extensive mode of the Reincarnation Game." Leat shook his head, refuting Chen's statement: "Isn't this the point that the Imperium is worth our allegiance! ! It is powerful enough and secular enough. If you learn those messy gods and say a few ambiguous prophecies, you will collapse."
"The main thing is that someone was doing something mystical and stick-like, calling it the Salvation Society to fool people." Darwin looked at Paul speechlessly.
It was the other party who dragged himself into the group with a divine stick face.
Claiming that the Holy Light, the omniscient and omnipotent Savior will save them.
Salvation is salvation, but the way of salvation is a bit different. The imagined salvation: the Savior takes the big health care and defeats all enemies, so that the world can get peace. The salvation in reality: work overtime to write reports, apply for funds, and recruit intelligence personnel to carry out work.
"The Holy Emperor has said that there is no Savior in this world. You guys don't have enough ideological awareness." Paul didn't care at all, and resolutely didn't show a trace of shyness and annoyance for his previous pretentious behavior: "We have to rely on ourselves, and I didn't say anything wrong. Look, the Savior is here, and you can sit here and complain and work overtime! ! If it hadn't come, you would have died somewhere long ago. How can there be such a thing in this world that the Savior doesn't work and the oppressed enjoy themselves."
"Okay, it's meaningless to continue discussing this matter. Now it's time to discuss the affairs of some players. Most of the Imperial players are transformed from Reincarnation players. They live in an overly distorted society, and they have also developed a moral character that regards human life as worthless. After being criticized, they will restrain themselves a little. However, once they enter the war zone, they will still kill indiscriminately, vent the distortions in their hearts, and are completely unaware of their mistakes."
Leat stopped them from continuing to discuss that useless topic.
"Why not have someone draft a letter of admonition for Imperial players and warn them again." Chen said.
"Have you become so bureaucratic! !" Leat looked at Chen, who had just said that the Imperium was bureaucratic, "You can even think of such a perfunctory thing as issuing an announcement."
"The matter of the oracle is what those liars do. We are secular institutions, so we must use secular methods to solve it." Chen said: "This is what you said. And the announcement is not perfunctory, it is our only way at present. We can't really execute those players because of those civilians who haven't surrendered to the Imperium! !"
"Punishment is not feasible, and too many rewards are likely to lead them to exploit loopholes. In the final analysis, it is still not enough ideological education. Although these people have surrendered to the Imperium, they still maintain selfish individualistic thoughts in their hearts, and have not learned the spirit of dedication advocated by the Imperium for the liberation of human civilization.
My suggestion is to strengthen ideological construction, such as holding several more criticism meetings, organizing Imperial players to speak out about the shortcomings and evil deeds of Reincarnation players, and encouraging those who know about Reincarnation players to publicize the abominableness of the enemy.
Then 0 commend and reward those Imperial players who perform well, so that players who abide by the Imperial rules have a good feedback mechanism."
Paul took a sip of tea before slowly saying his opinion.
After finishing a paragraph, he opened a data interface.
Inside, a young man was displayed.
"This person named Percy is a very good example. As long as there are no civilians who pose a threat, he ignores them all. Although this attitude is average, it is considered picking generals among dwarfs. It's okay.
He has also developed a fusion method that combines curse patterns and Zeus bloodline. Such innovative thinking is worthy of commendation, and adds another commodity that can be exchanged to the Imperium's exchange library."
"When the time comes, arrange a few interviews, let him express his feelings, criticize those players who act eccentrically and do not abide by the rules, and then reward Percy for abiding by the rules and daring to innovate, so that those players can see the Imperium's attitude. As long as you abide by the law and do things seriously, the Imperium will not treat them badly."