Lucky billion players, you've never seen one before / I can accumulate my own luck

Alternatively, if a technique is used that can forcibly lock onto a target and deliver an intangible attack—any tangible attack will be annihilated by the Crimson Scythe.

His weaknesses are practically nonexistent.

Moreover, Qiqi's physical body now possesses qualities close to the A-level evolution rate range, and her reaction speed is quite fast. Coupled with the ability of the "Sloth" original sin, she can easily move at several times the speed of sound and react and fight at this speed.

Its reaction speed is comparable to bullet time.

Even if the enemy has the ability to counter him, if they are not quick enough, they will still be killed by him.

Of course, this is a desperate tactic.

He won't use it unless absolutely necessary.

Fan Xiao felt that, given the influence of luck, the probability of him directly clashing with the higher-ups of the Holy Sword Alliance was still very small.

He should have smooth sailing until his wish comes true.

……

at the same time.

After Cassandra left, Vanshaw and Alpha activated the surveillance equipment.

The conversation, expressions, and reactions of the two people appeared in her mind as concrete images.

She frowned slightly, feeling somewhat displeased.

"Those two annoying guys..."

He was even calling her an idiot... That brat is so rude!

And the little devil's adoptive father, he looks like a big, rough guy, but I didn't expect him to be so thoughtful... You really can't judge a book by its cover.

However, their conversation did serve as a reminder to her—not to rely too much on her psychic powers.

If you get used to relying on psychic powers to conquer everything, your brain will truly become useless.

She's not stupid!

She simply rarely encounters situations that require considerable thought to resolve.

"When you enter a dungeon in the future, try using only your talents and items. By actively limiting your own strength, you'll have more opportunities to think when you encounter trouble. If you continue to train like this, your experience and wisdom will definitely increase."

Cassandra quietly devised a plan for herself.

Her casual attitude in changing surveillance equipment clearly shows that she doesn't have strict arrangements for her permanent equipment; she basically changes whatever equipment she wants on the spot.

It's fair to say that she didn't pay much attention to the restriction that "once a prop is removed, it cannot be replaced again within one day".

It's not that she's carefree.

If a situation arises where she needs to use items to fight... then it proves that she has encountered an enemy that she cannot defeat even by activating her psychic powers.

When facing an enemy of this level, the correct option is to quickly activate psionic abilities and escape, rather than fighting and dying.

Therefore, the props she carries with her have never had a proper chance to appear.

There's no way around it, her psychic powers and talents are just too good to pass up!

The props she currently controls can only serve as icing on the cake for her.

As for using items while activating her psionic powers—once she does that, she will need to consume more of her lifespan to overwrite reality with what happens in the false time.

Some gain outweighs the loss.

This is the fundamental reason why she doesn't care much about the props.

"We can't let things continue like this."

Cassandra thought to herself.

The freak she encountered in the last dungeon, and the father and daughter she just met... these people really taught her a lesson.

Of course, this is something that can only be improved gradually in the future.

She has a mission with the Holy Sword Alliance to complete now, so this isn't the time to hone her wisdom.

She composed herself slightly and glanced at the player panel.

7:20 in the evening.

With 10 minutes left before the appointed time, she calmed herself down, found a dirty alley with few pedestrians, hid herself, and waited silently.

When it was 7:30, she took out a photo from her storage space and looked at it. The photo showed two sisters lying in a pool of blood. They were her teammates from her first mission with the Holy Sword Alliance.

A feeling of guilt arose in her heart.

Cassandra frowned slightly, maintaining this expression, and pressed the photo to her forehead, silently repeating three times, "Lord, I repent to you."

Soon, the surrounding environment distorted slightly, and a graceful black figure appeared.

Cassandra asked respectfully, "Teacher, I'm ready. What is my task?"

For reasons of secrecy, the missions of the Holy Sword Alliance members are all arranged on the spot by the mysterious figure in charge.

She alone possesses all the information about the overall situation, and when the time is right, she will assign specific tasks to each member to carry out.

The shadowy figure replied, "Mallen has selected a group of high-quality slaves tonight and is hosting a secret banquet at his mansion. Charles is his main invitee."

"At this moment, they are both enjoying the banquet."

"Your mission is to infiltrate and quickly kill Maren. As for Charles... if you can capture him alive, then do so. If you can't spare him, then kill him. Whether to kill him or spare him is up to you."

At this point, she sighed softly, "Alas... those slaves at the banquet are all unfortunate children. When you make your move, remember to be absolutely quick and don't give those two much time to react. Otherwise... the aftermath of your subsequent battle may affect many innocent people."

Upon hearing this, Cassandra felt a considerable amount of pressure.

Her eyes narrowed, and she nodded solemnly, saying, "Don't worry, teacher. I will take care of them as quickly as possible!"

"Yes. Both of them are very strong, especially Charles, who is the strongest of the five B-level players at Base A9."

The shadowy figure reminded his somewhat stubborn student, "If something unexpected happens and your assassination fails... remember to retreat immediately and don't linger in the fight."

"If you're locked onto by some tracking item and can't shake off the enemy, then find an opportunity to confess to me and provide your coordinates. I'll pull the person chasing you into the instance and take care of them."

"No, I will complete the task by myself, teacher, don't worry."

Cassandra said firmly.

Although her teacher is a B-level dungeon boss, his direct combat ability is not very strong.

As for pulling enemies into the instance and using the instance rules to fight them... the instance rules can restrict players and instance bosses, and both sides adhere to the balance established by the evolution game.

The enemy is now a B-rank player, capable of clearing the teacher's dungeon—in other words, there's a possibility that the teacher's secrets could be completely exposed.

At that time, the Holy Sword Alliance will be in danger!

The teacher is the core of the Holy Sword Alliance; absolutely no problems can be allowed to occur.

There are voices within the Holy Sword Alliance advocating for ambushing enemies in dungeons—a stance she has consistently opposed.

The shadowy figure looked at the stubborn girl, tilted its head slightly, and reminded her, "Your spiritual power is strong, but using it consumes too much mental energy and comes at too high a price. If you lose too much lifespan in a short period of time... you may fall before your enemy and lose consciousness."

"Remember, this is not a mandatory task that must be completed. Even if we fail, we will have many more opportunities to make arrangements later."

“No, they’re all inside the base, so they don’t appear often,” Cassandra said. “If we miss this opportunity, who knows how long we’ll have to wait for the next one.”

To carry out the decapitation plan, they must all be eliminated at once.

Otherwise, if we alert the enemy and other B-level players, the intelligence could leak to other bases... which would affect the Holy Sword Alliance's overall plans and make the situation very troublesome.

"I want to remind you that your own safety should be the top priority. After all, Charles is a veteran B-level player."

The shadowy figure said gently, "As for the conglomerate and the C-level players, you don't need to worry. I have enough manpower. We will take action at 7:50 sharp."

"I see."

Cassandra nodded.

“Oh, right,” she remembered what had happened before and quickly said, “Teacher, I’ve met two local players who have returned from another region. They seem to be very strong and have good character. After the operation is over, I will bring them to meet you and ask you to help me examine them.”

“It seems you want to recruit new members,” the shadowy figure nodded slightly. “Bring them over after the operation is over, and I’ll help you see if they’re lying.”

Chapter 457 The calm before the storm

"Lord Van Helsing, what do we do next?"

After emerging from the somewhat dirty and chaotic alleyway, Al-chan looked around and found herself with nothing to do.

When she had some free time, she observed the crowds coming and going.

Instinctively, she felt a urge to step forward and stop the person to ask them questions.

"Wow, that balding man only has a little hair on the right side of his head, and his hairstyle looks awful. It's strange, why doesn't he shave his head completely? A bald head would look much better than his current hairstyle. I have to go ask him."

"Huh? That woman's physical age is probably thirty-five, so why is she wearing clothes that look like a young girl? Her expressions and movements are also imitating a young girl, it looks so out of place. Why is she doing this? I have to go ask her."

"Huh? That woman's smile is so stiff, the flesh on her face looks so disproportionate, and why is there something else implanted under her breasts? That's so strange, is she out of her mind? I have to go ask her..."

After some observation, Al-chan identified several people who seemed unusual.

Following her instincts, she prepared to go up to these people and ask them directly why they were behaving this strangely.

At this moment, Fan Xiao's voice rang out: "We can't place all our hopes on the Holy Sword Alliance. Since we intend to save people, we naturally have to make our own arrangements."

“Miss Alsenel’s words reminded me that if there really are 5 B-level players in the A9 base, then our previous actions were indeed somewhat reckless.”

"so……"

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Let's infiltrate the central city now and gather information on the B-level players, such as how far their residences are from the outer city. Also, let's ask around the base to see if there are any rumors circulating about their strength, even if they're just hearsay."

"If the Holy Sword Alliance's operation fails, we'll have to rely on ourselves to save people."

"At that time, we might clash with the B-level players in the base. Our goal is not to fight; we just need to get out of there with our people. To do that, we need to confirm some details."

When acting, one must naturally go all the way.

You must never forget the persona you have created and act in accordance with that persona.

This is called professionalism!

Fan Xiao secretly praised himself with a touch of self-satisfaction.

"Oh."

Al replied in a cold voice.

It wasn't that she was truly indifferent; her love for her "father" was ingrained in her genes, an instinct.

All life created by the psychic energy of the "Flesh Progenitor" has absolute loyalty and absolute love for Vanshaw—just as believers would dedicate everything to the Lord they believe in.

She just doesn't know how to express her emotions.

Or rather, she has no emotions.

Al-chan turned her gaze away from the passersby, abandoning her plan to stop her chosen target and ask questions on the street.

She followed closely behind Fan Xiao, heading towards the city center.

As she walked, she asked, "Lord Van Helsing, there are five B-level players inside the A9 base. Which way should we go first?"

“Let’s check out Charles’s mansion first,” Van Shaw replied. “Since this guy is a veteran B-level player who has been active since the early days of A9 Base, he is the strongest, so we should naturally focus more on him.”

……

A9 Base.

Central urban area.

At the end of Narcissus Street in the north, stands an extremely luxurious four-story mansion.

The area surrounding the mansion, where land is extremely valuable, is covered with greenery and gardens, enclosed by iron fences, and the gardeners have trimmed the gardens like works of art.

At this moment, in the banquet hall on the first floor of the east side of the mansion, cool-toned lights shone on the granite floor tiles, which were polished to a smooth, mirror-like finish and shimmered slightly under the lights.

Inside the hall, a group of stunningly beautiful female slaves, dressed in revealing bunny girl costumes, were either kneeling on the ground or standing to the side, serving the elegant and aristocratic guests at the banquet.

In a corner sofa area, the lighting was slightly dimmer.

Maren, the owner of the mansion, is entertaining the most important guest of the night—Charles, the unsung ruler of the A9 base.

Although there are 5 B-level players in A9 base, there are differences in strength among B-level players.

Charles, a veteran player who has been active since the Great Cataclysm, has countless items at his disposal, and no one knows just how many tricks he has up his sleeve.

All Mullen knew was that any new B-level player who dared to provoke Charles had paid a heavy price—including himself.