I, the final BOSS of the beta test server!

Hiltina smiled and lifted a strand of chestnut hair from her forehead. "Excuse me, how confident are you that you can clear the level with one life?"

As the mechanism on the wall clock was triggered, a series of gears turning and clicking sounds of the mechanism were heard from inside.

A few seconds later, the wall clock slowly moved away under the action of the gears, revealing a secret door hidden at the back.

"How should I put it..." Luster thought for a moment: "Before, it was about one percent."

He glanced at the dark secret door and walked in.

"But now that I've confirmed your ability, I should have a 5% chance of success."

"It has increased four times. I didn't expect that I played such a big role." Hiltina smiled and followed Last into the secret door.

Chapter 10: Single Action Rapid Fire Master

After entering the secret door and walking down a flight of stairs, a dim corridor comes into view.

The corridor was empty, and there were no guards protecting the secret room as Hiltina had expected.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, this makes sense. After all, this is just a small cult that has been established for only half a year.

Being able to properly build a secret door mechanism and send sentries to patrol outside the manor is already the limit... If they really want to make it as heavily guarded as the secret base in the movies, requiring verification of seven or eight checkpoints before entering, it would be too difficult for these self-made cultists.

Last and Hiltina walked through the dark corridor, the dim lights on the walls beside them flickering.

"By the way, as long as your chariots reach level three, will they all have the same combat power as before?"

Luster asked.

What he said before was not a lie. The lethality displayed by Hiltina in the previous battle was indeed beyond Last's expectations.

Although the name of the chariot sequence shows that it is very powerful, and Hiltina is two levels higher than herself.

But the sound of a lightsaber splitting bullets... in this night world with only revolvers and bolt-action rifles, it's really a bit over the top.

Compared with that, his long steps in the tower that could only exert mental intimidation were like a child picked up by the Night World and the Lord of Silence.

Which groove does this job balance?

Last couldn't help but recall the numerical planner in his previous life's game company, who never said a word on weekdays and only occasionally showed an evil smile at the screen.

"Chariot is just the long rank of the sequence I belong to, not my name."

The ahoge on Hiltina's head twitched.

"And it's not as exaggerated as you think. I'm a special case at the third level... At most, I need to experience the Night World Reverberation once more, and then I'll be able to cross the level and reach the next level."

"Also, to avoid any accidents, I activated my Night Blade in addition to the Chariot's abilities."

"Nightblade?"

"Well, Night Blade—"The sharp blade bestowed upon the favored by the night world"—that's how I understand the name."

Hiltina thought for a moment and explained, "If we compare different sequence lengths to different professions, even if you don't enter the Night World, you can still become a professional through knowledge inheritance, role-playing, and training."

"Then the Night Blade is the blessing and protection bestowed upon its followers by the Night World. It is also the unique ability of every Night Traveler."

"As far as I know, there has never been another identical Night Blade."

She paused for a moment. "When you escape this historical remnant and become a Night Traveler, you should be able to obtain your own unique Night Blade."

"It's said that the Night Blade is the embodiment of every night traveler's inner landscape. Honestly, I'm quite curious about what kind of Night Blade your inner world will reflect."

Of course, the premise of all this is that we can really get out of Deep Blue Port alive this time.

Hiltina didn't say this out loud, but both of them knew it.

……

At the end of the corridor is a closed door.

Through the crack in the door, you can vaguely see the light behind the door.

Luster walked to the door, took out the silver revolver, and pointed it at the bolt.

boom--

The bolt was broken and the door opened.

"Don't move, Xicheng District Patrol Bureau."

"On orders from Councillor Tallis, search this criminal den."

Behind the wooden door is a stone altar, and in the center of many ritual instruments and offerings is a black iron sculpture.

A middle-aged man dressed as a fisherman was standing in front of the altar, arranging ritual items. When he saw the two people breaking in, hatred flashed in his eyes.

"That old Tallis again!"

"I knew he would covet the Lord's holy relic."

"Even if the ritual fails, I will never let him succeed."

As he spoke, the middle-aged fisherman interrupted the ceremony arrangements, reached out and grabbed the shotgun beside him, and did not aim at Last and Hiltina, but pointed it directly at the sculpture in the center of the altar.

Bang, bang, bang, bang—

Six short bursts of gunfire followed.

It wasn't the cult leader dressed as a fisherman, but Rast who fired the first shot.

The first three bullets penetrated the middle-aged man's left and right wrists, as well as his spine on the side, causing the gun in his hand to fall, and his torso and face twisted in pain.

Then, his painful expression froze.

Two shots to the chest and one to the head.

Mozambique shooting method.

The remaining three bullets hit the man's vital points squarely, splashing blood and taking his life away.

"So accurate." Hiltina's brown eyes narrowed slightly.

Simply having good marksmanship was nothing to her. Relying on the physical fitness bonus brought by the tank sequence, Hiltina scored full marks in every live-fire shooting test at Star University.

Klast was using a single-action revolver, and the six shots that emptied the magazine in two seconds had already exceeded the theoretical upper limit of the firing rate of this old-fashioned revolver.

The only explanation was that he used a shooting technique called "single-action rapid fire." Hiltina's shooting instructor had mentioned this technique before. The principle was to create a continuous shooting rhythm between the finger pulling the hammer and pulling the trigger, thereby greatly reducing the interval between shots.

However, while single-action rapid-fire requires extremely high proficiency, it is essentially just a water-splashing technique that replaces accuracy with rate of fire and is used for fire suppression. If one or two out of six shots hit the target, it is considered a success.

However, Rast used this method of splashing water to achieve the accuracy of aimed shooting.

There is no doubt that compared to the skills he demonstrated before, such as cocktail making and carving... this is the talent that Rast has honed and carved thousands of times in the endless cycle of Deep Blue Harbor, and it is truly engraved in his bones.

"No way. After all, when it comes to entertaining yourself, what could be more exciting than sniping against the entire city's police and Royal Navy?"

He rotated the magazine on the side of the gun and ejected the shells one by one: "With more shooting, even the most basic marksmanship can become a master."

Last felt that if he had not been tirelessly researching new ways to play and new tricks in Deep Blue Harbor... from RPG to FPS, from Red Dead Redemption to Vice City, and from playing Batman to COSing the Joker, he would probably have gone crazy in this hopeless cycle.

"So, the evil deeds you did just now were part of your self-entertainment? You even want to deceive a dead person." Hiltina glanced at the fallen cult leader.

Until his death, this unfortunate fellow believed that the destruction of his sect was all the fault of Senator Talis, whom Hiltina had never met.

"That's not true."

Last shook his head. "After all, he's the leader of this cult. In other words, he's the follower of the evil god..."

"Although the probability is low, who knows, if the evil god ever brings his favored ones back to life."

"If we continue to fool him now, even if he does come back to life, he won't come to us first. Instead, he'll go to Congressman Tallis to settle the score."

"It sounds even more evil."

Chapter 11 Now that things have come to this, let’s eat first

"Is this the sculpture that was contaminated by the evil god's aura and the source of the Iron Cross Plague in later generations?"

Hiltina's gaze was fixed on the sculpture in the center of the altar.

The sculpture is made entirely of gray-black metal, and the details are unclear. Only the outline of a human figure tied to a cross can be seen.

She wanted to pick up the sculpture and study it carefully, but as soon as she reached out her hand, Last got there first.

Last took out a small square ink-colored box from his arms, then placed the cross sculpture into the box and carefully sealed it.

"Lead box." Rast raised the small box in his hand. "It can't be completely isolated. In theory, only a mithril container can perfectly contain contaminants."

"But time is tight this time, so I can't be picky."

Hiltina folded her arms as she watched Rast put away the lead box containing the evil god statue. "So, this is the end of it?"

The process of resolving this cult stronghold was much smoother than Hiltina herself had expected.

Now the cultists' advent ceremony has been destroyed, their strongholds have been eradicated, and even the statue of the evil god that was the source of the pollution has been obtained. Even if there are still some small fish and shrimps left in other strongholds of this cult, they obviously no longer pose much of a threat.

Logically speaking, all Rast and Hiltina needed to do next was find a place to dispose of the sculpture, such as digging a hole to bury it or sinking it back into the sea... After that, they could find a safe place in Deep Blue Harbor, hide there, and wait for the mission to end.

"Unfortunately."

"If it were that simple, I would have cleared it all by myself long ago."

Luster put the lead box close to his body and smiled.

"I've said before that when the residents of Deep Blue Harbor accidentally saw that sculpture, the seeds of contamination were already planted, even if they didn't even remember it."

"Similarly, the rules of the gods are not something that can be easily guessed."

He glanced at the altar, its ritual arrangements broken and in disarray. "Using sacrifices, rituals, and the devout faith of believers as a medium—"

"This is indeed the easiest and most convenient way to descend from the gods with the least loss. However, it is not the only way."

Luster paused for a moment.

"Everyone who has ever inadvertently seen the statue, or even heard of its existence... can become its believer, flesh and blood. The only difference from the Advent Ceremony is the cost and the number of people required."

"I wonder if the Deep Blue Harbor at dusk on this day has any special mystical significance."

"However, the divine descent at 6:30 pm on the evening of October 9th is the only unchanging fact in the tens of thousands of cycles I have experienced."

"If the ritual of advent is successfully completed, then there's nothing much to say. However, if it fails and the original believers are wiped out... then the countless potential victims within Deep Blue Harbor will become the medium for His advent."

Last stared at the flickering candlelight in the secret room and chuckled softly, "How could the trajectory of fate set by the gods be altered by the small actions of a few mortals?"

"It's like you wouldn't give up your spring outing plan for the next day just because a bug gnawed a hole in your backpack."

Silence returned to the secret room, leaving only the crackling sound of the white candle burning on the table.

Looking out the window at the gray sky and the deep blue harbor shrouded in the night, Hiltina felt suffocated.

No contact or belief is required, but just accidentally seeing or even hearing about the existence of the sculpture can spread pollution... God knows how many potential contaminated media and carriers are lurking in this ancient port city at this moment.

There may even be more contaminated people than normal humans.

This pollution had already occurred several months or even half a year ago, so early that Hiltina and Last were completely powerless to intervene.

She originally thought this was a heroic scenario, and that she only needed to defeat the enemies step by step and destroy the evil plot of the villain organization, and then she could naturally save the world and change the fate of the city of Deep Blue Harbor.

But now it seems that they are not the heroes in the play at all, but just a group of ants huddled together to survive the flood...

In the face of the rolling fate, all struggles seem so pale and powerless.

……

"But I know you're not the type to sit back and wait for death, Luster."

After a long silence, the stillness in the secret room was finally broken by Hiltina again.

"If you really had given up, you should have continued to indulge in role-playing in that hotel instead of bringing me here."

She stared into Luster's eyes, which were like deep pools swallowing up all the light. "You already have a plan, right?"

"of course."

Last turned the empty cylinder of his revolver and loaded it with new ammunition one by one. "If that weren't the case, then when you asked me about the probability of success, my answer shouldn't have been one percent, but zero."

Hiltina couldn't help but frown as she watched Rast changing the bullet in his hand.

Compared with the ordinary short bullets he had used before, the bullet loaded by Last this time was wrapped with a layer of copper metal shell outside the lead core.

This type of bullet is called a full metal jacket bullet. It is a type of bullet that places extreme emphasis on penetration performance at the expense of bullet initial velocity and human damage. It is generally only suitable for combat against armored units on the battlefield.

But where did the armored units come from in Deep Blue Harbor? Could it be that Last was going to challenge the Royal Navy's steel fleet with just a revolver?