It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 572 The Drunkard Appears Online
Meteor spat out a mouthful of blood, slowly tilted his head back, and looked at the serpent's hideous half-face.

She couldn't help but recall the messenger's dying words:

"This will be the best, and possibly the only, opportunity for us to kill the hidden boss."

—I'm sorry, messenger, but I won't regret losing this opportunity, because no matter what, I can't let that boy go back to Uptown.

The cicada between my fingers shimmered faintly before quickly drying up and fading.

Meteor successfully escaped from Feng Ling's grasp and fled towards the passage with all its might!

The iron gate at the end of the passage turned to sand and disintegrated the moment the maze boss died; the witch and the bishop had already escaped.

A vast expanse of sand, torrential rain pouring down.

The turbid stream rushed down the sand ridge, and the once dry sand became as wet as mud under the torrential rain.

The witch carried the boy and ran with all her might, with a thick curtain of rain in front of her and mud and murky water under her feet.

The rain came too suddenly, turning many places into depressions and small lakes, making it very difficult for the witch to take each step.

The little boy in her arms was listless, whether from the shock of the messenger's death or from anxiety about his future.

A huge figure could be vaguely seen through the rain.

The witch stopped alertly, but a look of joy appeared on her face the next second.

Because that figure was a skeletal monster, and skeletal monsters were a common mount for drunkards.

"Drunkard!" The witch quickened her pace, carrying the boy as she ran towards the figure. "It's so good you've come! That madman Meteor lured the hidden boss here and killed the messenger. Now only you can protect the bishop!"

A woman with pale skin and long braids sat on the skeletal monster's shoulder, holding a bow and arrow made of bones in her hand.

The woman watched the witch approach with an indifferent expression and said, "This is different from what the messenger said. He sent a player offline to tell me that the Abyss Boss has been resurrected and he hopes I will come back to participate in the Boss raid. How come he died as soon as I logged in?"

The witch was at her wits' end. "This can't be explained in a few words! Let's leave here first, and then I'll tell you slowly. Come on, let's go to the teleportation array—"

The drunkard sat on the skeleton without moving. "When I came here, I saw human planes and armored vehicles heading towards the teleportation array. I estimate that the human forces will arrive soon."

The witch's face changed drastically upon hearing this. "What?!"

"MoMo's teleportation array is useless now, it can't be used anymore." The drunkard jumped down from the skeleton and continued, "After I logged in, I set up a teleportation array in my backyard. As long as I set up another teleportation array here, I can be teleported to my house immediately."

The witch opened her mouth and sighed, "You're really rich."

Teleportation arrays are expensive, costing 100,000 points each. Buying a second one will automatically increase the price to 500,000. Ordinary players can't even accumulate the few thousand points needed to log off, so they can't even dream of such a luxury as a teleportation array.

"Compared to Meteor, my points are far behind." The drunkard chuckled, then teased, "But she's more frugal than me. After all, she finally made it to the top of the leaderboard, and it would be too much of a loss if she spent too many points and her ranking dropped."

"Enough of this talk, hurry up and set up the teleportation array!" the witch urged. "Damn it, hoping humans will find this place is just adding to the chaos!"

The drunkard stood still, one hand on his hip, gazing into the distance.

Her reaction suddenly gave the witch the creeps, and without thinking, the witch grabbed the bishop and hid behind the drunkard!

"Meteor, long time no see," the drunkard greeted with a smile as the figure walked towards him in the rain.

The witch's heart nearly leaped into her throat!
The short figure drew closer, gradually revealing its battered and bruised body. The witch breathed a sigh of relief; judging from the meteor's appearance, it seemed to have suffered greatly in the underground palace and was unlikely to be able to defeat the drunkard.

The drunkard looked Meteor up and down with amusement. "The messenger said you swapped bodies with a brat. You look quite unique now."

Meteor's legs felt like they were filled with mud, and he was almost completely exhausted.

She looked up at the skeletal monster before confirming that the strange woman in front of her was a drunkard.

—When players log off and log back in, they need to register a new account, which means they need to choose a new human body to log in, so their appearance will be different.

Meteor's gaze shifted slightly to the boy in the witch's arms, and she said, "Drunkard, don't stop me... I'm about to succeed. Once I kill him, the game will end."

The witch cried out anxiously, "Don't listen to her! You drunkard, this is the child of the uptown people. If he dies, the uptown people will take revenge on us!"

"Letting him go back alive will only invite revenge!" Meteor roared, raising the cursed fangs in his hand. "He must die!"

The drunkard quickly raised his hand to block the way, "Hey, hey, hey, you two calm down—"

The drunkard turned his head and looked at the witch behind him. "Actually, I agree with Meteor's point of view."

The witch's eyes widened.

“But…” the drunkard changed the subject and looked at Meteor again, “I object to killing him now. Don’t forget, the Demon King can be reincarnated.”

Meteor replied coldly, "You cannot reincarnate again within 72 hours of being reincarnated. In other words, as long as you kill the reincarnated Demon King within three days, the Demon King will die completely. I am mentally prepared. Even if I am reincarnated, I will not regret it."

"You're carefree, but I don't want to die!" The witch glared angrily at Meteor. "The reincarnation vessels are almost all dead! The reincarnation probability used to be one in seven, but now it's a third!"

The drunkard paused, then asked the witch, "The doctor is dead too?"

"She's dead!" the witch said irritably. "She's listed as dead in my friends list!"

Meteor watched them from the side, slowly lowering the cursed fang in her hand.

She's not in good shape right now, her energy is depleted too much, and she definitely can't beat the drunkard if she tries to fight head-on. Moreover, Feng Ling could catch up at any time, and the Golden Cicada's effect can only last for a few minutes.

“It’s no use stopping me,” Meteor said coldly as she calmed down. “I didn’t make a move before because the messenger was protecting him. Now that the messenger is dead, I can find an opportunity to kill him at any time.”

"Has the poet contacted you since he disappeared?" the drunkard suddenly asked.

Meteor frowned. "No."

“I’m not letting you do it because there’s a chance the Demon King will be reborn as the Poet after he dies,” the Drunkard said. “The Poet’s whereabouts are unknown. Can you find him within seventy-two hours? Once you miss that time, the Demon King will gain the ability to be reborn again. Meteor, you need to think this through.”

Meteor hesitated.

The poet had been gone for so long that she often forgot he existed, and most of the previous vessels were still alive, making the probability of being reborn into the poet's body extremely low. So she hadn't considered the situation the drunkard had mentioned. But with the messenger and the doctor dying one after another, the probability had changed...

“Moreover, killing only the maze administrator is useless,” the drunkard added. “The game will only end when the maze disappears.”

Meteor suddenly looked up, "...Are you sure?"

“I’m sure.” The drunkard looked at her seriously. “After I logged off, I specifically asked around. The stability of the game lies in the anchor points, and the maze is a series of anchor points.”

(End of this chapter)