Ark Chess Player

The longer someone survives on the battlefield, the deeper their resentment becomes. The longer this resentment lingers in their heart, the more susceptible they are to illness.

The long-awaited outburst gave him a feeling of profound...exhilaration.

"Well……"

Since becoming an elite operator, Touch had only witnessed ACE's ferocious side once. She was stunned and remained frozen in Mon3tr's arms until the Doctor's voice came through her communication headset, informing her of ACE's physical condition.

Touch was startled and quickly focused on using Originium Arts.

A warm white light enveloped ACE, and his slightly fatigued attack was instantly invigorated, smashing the leader of the assassins' heads into his chest. That wasn't enough; he wielded his hammer as if possessed, ignoring even the spells cast by the old assassins.

"Ugh."

A soft sigh drifted over.

ACE's hand froze in mid-air, his movements like a robot that had run out of energy and was stuck.

A slender right hand rested on his shoulder, looking like a woman's hand. Fair and smooth, without calluses, it didn't resemble a warrior's hand at all, lacking any semblance of authority. Yet, it was this very hand that suppressed ACE's anger, forcing him to confront the knot in his heart that had been there for years.

“Doctor,” ACE murmured.

"Well, I'm here."

The raging flames came from the front, far surpassing the fire spells that ordinary sorcerers could cast.

The old assassin's Originium Arts, stimulated by drugs, had shed the subconscious self-protective behavior that normal casters exhibit when constructing spells. It was as if he were holding a grenade with its safety mechanisms removed, ready to explode with a slight shake, completely indifferent to his own life or death.

ACE instinctively wanted to bend down and pick up the tower shield, but the person next to him gently patted his shoulder.

"Leave it to me."

Lin Lu slowly raised his left hand, the mark on the back of his hand burning hot like gold.

--extraction.

The oncoming wave of fire was drawn into a vortex by an invisible force. The raging flames tried to resist, but were unable to move as the extracting power meticulously absorbed them. The orange-red flames were forcibly transformed into pure Originium energy, and the spirit of magic swirled around Lin Lu's left hand, becoming his weapon.

"So handsome!"

Touch's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Mon3tr proudly raised its head and let out a loud, cheerful sound.

The fire magic, powerful enough to lift buildings and shoot straight into the sky, was completely extinguished.

Lin Lu raised his left hand, and the charred smoke and dust were blown away by the strong wind, revealing a scene of chaotic ruins.

The old assassin stood frozen in place, staring blankly at Lin Lu's face as if he had witnessed something extremely terrifying.

"Ah, ahh..."

His mind was clearly filled with Gu worms, and under the influence of the poison, he could only remember the task requirements and objectives.

But something still broke through the barrier—a terror emanating from every part of the body, a fear deeply imprinted on the soul.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

The old assassin pointed at Lin Lu and let out a muffled howl.

He has gone completely insane; even without drugs, he is mentally deranged and has lost his humanity.

He lost even the ability to utter a single word; all he could do was howl, letting the Originium Arts run rampant.

"Noisy."

Lin Lu gazed at him quietly, then raised his left hand and snapped his fingers crisply.

On the third, fifth, and ninth floors of the building, the surviving assassins all heard a soft sound coming from their throats. Before they could react, needles burst forth from devices in their necks, piercing deep into their carotid arteries and injecting concentrated Originium poison.

The old assassin covered his neck with both hands, instinctively trying to tear off the collar, only to find that a piece of crystal had been scraped off.

In less than a few seconds, the assassins were transformed into mineral sculptures in various poses, with only one thing in common.

They were all kneeling.

Chapter 253 A Master of All Skills (4K)

"Doctor, you..."

ACE stood there stunned. Not only him, but Touch was also dumbfounded.

With a simple snap of the fingers, someone can be turned into an Originium sculpture—what kind of divine skill is this…?

Only Kal'tsit remained unmoved, gazing silently at Lin Lu's back. When she saw the faint luster on his coat, her eyes narrowed involuntarily.

"What do you mean, 'you'? Does it hurt? Chernobog's injury has healed, and now you want to go back to the medical room to lie down, right? Let me tell you, although Rhodes Island has paid leave and workers' compensation, we do not encourage any employee to stage an accident to cheat insurance! Look at you, if the blade had been a little off course and damaged your internal organs, even a god couldn't have saved you."

Lin Lu rolled his eyes at ACE, then looked up and held out his hand to Touch: "Can I borrow your staff?"

Touch was stunned until Mon3tr shook her, bringing her back to her senses.

—No, that PhD student asked me to borrow something, why are you rushing me? Who is that PhD student to you? Why are you so obedient to him?

Touch turned to look at Mon3tr, looking puzzled.

Trusting the Doctor, she gripped the Originium Staff tightly and, supported by Mon3tr, descended to stand before him.

Touch landed on her feet, the air thick with the dry, scorching residue of magic particles, making even breathing feel like her mouth was on fire. Though a bit mischievous, she wasn't someone who couldn't endure hardship. Rhodes Island's elite operators were all trustworthy individuals, which was one of the criteria Rhodes Island used to select its elite operators.

"for you."

Touch handed his beloved Originium Staff to Lin Lu, his eyes filled with worry.

These were her mother's belongings. In the past, even if Pith wanted to touch them, she would find a way to change the subject and avoid the topic.

"Don't worry, it won't break."

Lin Lu smiled slightly, holding the cane in his right hand and pressing the hilt of the long blade buried in ACE's chest with his left.

ACE's lips twitched slightly. After his anger subsided, he finally realized the excruciating pain.

With an upright and righteous expression, Lin asked honestly, "Do you trust me?"

ACE exhaled slightly, returning a confident smile befitting a tough man, and said in a deep voice, "This is when..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Lu pulled the blade that had been embedded in ACE's chest out, and a jet of blood spurted out.

ACE's smile froze, a sweet taste rose in her throat, and she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the staff in Lin Lu's hand.

Touch covered his face with both hands and let out a silent scream, like the world-famous painting "The Scream".jpg.

"Apocalypse".

Lin Lu casually threw the blade in his left hand to the ground and raised his staff high with both hands.

Mental energy rapidly permeated the Originium Arts trigger device, reproducing the Originium Arts recorded inside the staff.

Extracted Originium energy surged from the mark on the back of his left hand, and Lin Lu upgraded the single-target healing spell to a group healing spell. It was as if a beam of light pierced through the dark clouds of Lungmen, descending from the sky and enveloping the entire Lungmen Pharmaceutical Building.

The third floor of the building.

Sniper operator Stormeye shifted his gaze from the two Originium sculptures in front of him. He slowly exhaled, clenched his trembling fist, and then slowly released it. The gloves on his right thumb, index, and middle fingers, which were used to draw the bowstring, were worn through, revealing his blood-red fingers.

The Spinning Arm Shooting Technique allows for the simultaneous firing of two arrows in different directions, maintaining high accuracy and explosive power. This unconventional tactic naturally comes at a price.

It's not just about excessive consumption of energy and spirit; it also puts a considerable burden on the body, making it impossible for Stormeye to fully utilize his tactical skills throughout the entire process.

"An attack of Oripathy... was it caused by the doctor?"

Stormeye recalled how the two assassins attacked by self-mutilation, braving the storm of arrows, attempting a desperate fight to the death.

At the critical moment, the assassins stopped their forward lunge, fell to their knees in agony, clutching their throats, and became statues in less than a minute.

"This kind of thing is just too much..."

Stormeye muttered to himself. Before he could press the communication headset to report the situation, a beam of holy light suddenly appeared, causing him to instinctively raise his hand to block it.

Not an enemy attack? Could it be Touch's spell? No, she's not that powerful yet.

Stormeye stared at his raised arm, the cracks between his fingers healing rapidly. His almost depleted strength was also quickly recovering in the warm, comfortable sensation. He paused for a moment, then turned his gaze from his palm to the ceiling.

"PhD?"

The fifth floor of the building.

Sharp was fighting on the sixth floor, but because Pith blew up the floor, everyone fell to the next floor.

Severely injured, Sharp lay on the ground, his goggles half-broken, revealing a weathered, lifeless look in his eyes.

Sharp's injuries weren't from an assassination attempt, but rather from the ripples of Pith's furious, indiscriminate bombardment. It's like—fuck you, you're shooting friendly fire! You idiots! You hit friendly fire during a ceasefire, I almost lost my life! Watch out for friendly rockets!

He was used to it, and he didn't even prepare any magic resistance equipment because it wasn't necessary.

Pith's spells possess the power to break spells, which is both her talent and her strength.

"Still alive, aren't you? You silent devil."

Pith poked Sharp's cheek and casually tugged at his beard.

The two fought together against the assassins, one of whom died at Sharp's hands, while the remaining three were blasted into pieces by Pith's magic.

Sharp hesitated, sensing that if he spoke, the other party would get angry and unleash a spell in a fit of rage. But if he remained silent, the other party would still get angry and cast a spell, though perhaps not as violently...

Sharp thought it over carefully. Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well speak up. At least he could teach his former comrade's sister how to survive in this cruel world. For elite operators, dealing with suicide soldiers like today was just a routine task.

If Sharp were to pass away prematurely, he would hope to fulfill his friend's request.

Sharp made up his mind and said seriously, "Pith, listen to me."

"You tell me, you tell me."

Pith smiled and stood his staff upright, giving off an urge that seemed to say, "If you dare say another word, I'll bury you right here."

Sharp fell silent. He thought for a moment and concluded that the most important thing in life is to follow one's heart. If he left a will entrusting his comrade's sister to someone else, he wouldn't be able to rest in peace on his journey to the afterlife if something happened to her. Since that was the case, he might as well live well and teach her.

That's right, it's not out of fear, it's for her own good.

It was definitely not because he was worried about being bombarded by magic and thus chose to retreat strategically.

A self-deceiving, self-satisfied smile appeared on Sharp's dark face, a look of complete understanding and no regrets.

The next moment, a white light descended from the sky and shone on him.

A surge of heat enveloped him, and under the warm glow of Originium Arts, his injuries healed at an incredible speed.

Sharp, who was used to being harmed by Pith's spells, even felt uncomfortable experiencing the healing spell. It was like a henpecked middle-aged man who had been bullied by his wife for half his life suddenly being treated gently, experiencing a strong sense of unreality.