Chapter 37 Voodoo Doll

"It's him! He killed that guy!"

Sullen heard the loud shout from afar. Without hesitation, his eight spider legs ran and hopped, sprinting madly.

That Oliver family direct descendant, Young Master Danze, had arrived in person, naturally surrounded by experts.

Even just a glance with his peripheral vision revealed at least four or five Tier 2 professionals, in addition to the four who had escaped earlier.

Seeing the enchanting white fox fur-clad woman, he then understood why there had been a Steam Party cadre in the witch's assassination squad.

"The Oliver family actually cooperated with the Steam Party, who are supported by their rivals?"

The question flashed through Sullen's mind, but his escape speed didn't slow down in the slightest.

Not only were there these Tier 2 professionals, but also over a hundred people from the Oliver family's dozen or so elite wasteland hunter teams.

Those gazes, filled with killing intent, were scorching, making him feel like a roasted whole lamb on a spit, being turned back and forth.

...

The moment Sullen revealed himself, several rocket-propelled grenades, trailing long tails of flame, were fired at him.

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

The shells landed nearby, exploding incessantly.

碎碎Stone fragments splashed onto his body, crackling and popping.

Fortunately, Sullen's senses were sharp, and he had anticipated the direction of the incoming rockets.

Also fortunate were his agile eight-armed spider spears, which allowed him to scale walls and leap over ditches in the ruins as if walking on flat ground. He managed to avoid the first volley of rockets with a narrow escape.

The bad news was that enemies were everywhere he looked.

The good news was that the ruins were spacious enough, and the city's buildings were very complex, allowing the superior mobility of his eight-armed spider spears to be fully utilized.

After dodging that first volley of rockets, a dense barrage of gunfire erupted behind him.

But by then, Sullen had already seized the opportunity to dart behind a building.

Then...

With a deafening "boom," a fireball descended from the sky, instantly flattening the building with artillery fire.

"A Tier 2 magic-type professional has made a move..."

Sullen staggered from the scorching wave of heat, but fortunately, he had many legs and good stability, preventing him from falling.

However, he didn't dare look back, using the force of the blast to increase his speed by another three points.

He clearly felt that he had been locked onto by six or seven particularly chilling "killing intents."

Without needing to think, he knew that the enemy's Tier 2 professionals were chasing after him.

Sullen had the eight-armed spider spears, so ordinary professionals couldn't catch up at all.

As long as he avoided the first round of firepower, the Oliver family's hundred-plus wasteland hunters in the Dawn City ruins weren't a threat at all.

From beginning to end, the trouble he faced was those few Tier 2 professionals who were both strong and fast.

For example...

The group of black crows that wouldn't leave him alone above his head!

...

Sullen didn't dare run towards the periphery of the ruins.

He knew very well that running towards the outside of the ruins would make the environment safer, but those Tier 2 professionals would chase him relentlessly. Moreover, he would very likely be surrounded and hunted down by various wasteland hunter groups mobilized by the Oliver family, making escape impossible.

Only by running deeper into the ruins would he encounter fewer people.

The ruins were dangerous for him, but equally dangerous for those Tier 2 professionals.

Only by using the environment and strangeness within the ruins to stall the pursuers could he escape.

Fortunately, he had gathered a lot of information at the tavern yesterday, and Sullen had a general understanding of some of the dangerous areas in the eastern city. He didn't dare to charge headfirst into those "death zones," choosing a direction and plunging into the central ring of the ruins.

Sullen looked at the crows flapping their wings above his head, knowing that it was the work of "Blood Raven" Langfero.

As long as these crows weren't dead, he couldn't escape.

Without any hesitation, he raised his gun and fired a burst.

A series of gunshots rang out.

Seven or eight crows fell in response, bursting into clouds of black blood mist in the air.

"Here we go again..."

Sullen glanced at the blood mist and muttered to himself.

These crow warlocks' methods were extremely sinister. He had suffered from "Plague Doctor" Sergei's tricks last time, and the image of crows being spat out of his throat was still fresh in his mind.

He had learned his lesson now, not only wearing a gas mask but also quickly avoiding the areas where the crow blood fell.

This wasn't Old London, and there weren't endless crows.

After a quick exchange of magazines, he raised his hand and fired another burst, and there were only a few crows left chasing him.

Sullen had originally wanted to kill all the crows in one fell swoop, but he suddenly became alert.

"I'm being targeted!"

Sullen sensed something, and his expression changed slightly.

His body instinctively shifted to avoid the killing intent.

But that dodging movement not only didn't allow him to avoid the bullet but instead "caught" it.

"Pa~"

A burst of blood erupted on his forearm, and a hole was directly blasted through it.

If his body hadn't become extremely resilient from the "X Serum" injection, and if the arm guard hadn't reduced the power of the bullet, this shot would have blown his entire forearm apart!

"How did they hit me?!"

With his right hand injured, Sullen was filled with more confusion than shock.

He had clearly dodged, so how could he have been hit?

But before he could think about it in detail, that familiar sense of deadly threat returned.

"That sniper is targeting me again!"

Sullen's heart tightened, and he instinctively wanted to move and dodge.

This time, a bizarre scene played out again!

He judged the direction of the hostile gaze from behind and roughly estimated the trajectory of the bullet, his body instinctively avoiding the direction he was originally going to move in.

But even so, a bullet still hit his back.

The sniper hadn't aimed at his original path at all, as if he had predicted Sullen's landing point after dodging in advance.

The enemy had predicted his prediction!

""Gun King" Geiger?!"

Seeing this ability, Sullen immediately guessed who the guy firing the gun behind him was.

Looking back for a split second, he immediately saw the guy holding a rifle, and it instantly matched the face in his memory. He said to himself, "No wonder I was hit by two shots in a row, it's not surprising that it's this guy..."

That guy was none other than Geiger Killian, the extremely famous "Gun Master" in Old London, one of the ceiling-level figures among gunner-type professionals, known as the "Gun King"!

Geiger's awakened talent was [B-098 - Sixth Sense], which had a very high compatibility with gunners. The old-fashioned rifle in his hand was the famous and notorious sniping rifle, [Lucky 777], rumored to have hunted down no less than a hundred professionals, not to mention countless ordinary people!

This talent wasn't considered strong, and it didn't even provide any amplification to the body.

But for almost any gunner, it was almost a "divine skill" that they dreamed of.

[Sixth Sense] wasn't some profound divination ability, it was just a feeling in the dark. It allowed him to predict the target's next move, avoid the harm he was about to suffer, and had no side effects!

Not to say that it was right ten times out of ten, but it could be right at least eight or nine times.

It was this ability that made Geiger the "Gun King" in the eyes of all the gunner professionals in Old London.

The two shots were fired less than ten seconds apart.

The angles were tricky.

The first shot hit his arm, and the second hit his back.

However, because Sullen had the alloy shield removed from the [PZ911 Mechanical Limb] on his back, the second shot didn't cause him any damage.

Seeing this scene from afar, Geiger was slightly surprised, "Oh... this bulletproof plate is made of some special material, it didn't even pierce through my specially modified 'armor-piercing bullet.'"

He bit on a bullet, reloaded the chamber, and aimed at the eight-legged figure running ahead, revealing a teasing smile on his face, "So far, no Tier 1 professional has been able to withstand three shots from my gun. It seems you'll need four shots, huh..."

...

At the same time that Geiger aimed, that omnipresent deadly crisis once again surged into Sullen's heart.

"A gun master who can predict accurately, he's really troublesome..."

Sullen narrowed his eyes slightly, his brows furrowed.

He knew that he probably couldn't dodge the next shot.

But facing that "Gun King" didn't make him feel completely helpless.

This time, Sullen didn't choose a simple shift to dodge, but while flashing aside, he conjured four pitch-black puppets to block his vital points.

"Pa!"

Once again, he heard the gunshot.

That guy hit Sullen's lower back again.

Moreover, this time the bullet was replaced with a "concussion alchemical bullet."

The moment the bullet exploded, Sullen felt as if he had been hit in the back by an elephant, and his whole body was sent flying.

After all, he was also a "gun expert" proficient in firearms, so he instantly guessed Geiger's purpose in using a concussion grenade.

Because he was cautious enough to avoid being sniped, even while running, Sullen always kept his head hidden in the sniper's blind spot.

Now that guy had tested the alloy plate with the second shot and knew that hitting other parts wouldn't be fatal, he could only hit the head. His plan was to use this shot to make Sullen lose his balance, expose his head, and then blow his brains out with one shot.

But...

Since he guessed that he would be hit, how could Sullen not have prepared?

It was because of this shot that he staggered, but it wasn't a big problem. The eight-armed spider spears stabilized his body, and he didn't expose his lethal head to Geiger's gun.

But the enemy might not be so lucky.

This time, the bullet didn't directly hit Sullen's body, but first hit a black doll.

In the next instant after the doll exploded, a painful wail came from among the seven pursuers not far away.

"Ah!"

The Tier 2 robe-clad warlock who had worked with him to kill that Tier 2 warlock in the [White Monastery]'s cursed space was clutching his head and screaming, as if enduring some mental agony.

At the instant that Tier 2 warlock clutched his head, Sullen's eyes sharpened.

"Now!"

He snorted coldly in his heart, and controlled the living corpse to raise its hand and chop down.

The warlock was still recovering from the mental pain and had no defenses at all. A spatial rift appeared on his head.

With another extremely smooth cut, his skull was flipped open, and his head was split into two halves of scarlet red.

He died instantly on the spot!

From a distance, the other Tier 2 pursuers were stunned.

The one who was shot was clearly that "Sullen," so why was it their own man who was killed?

Now that they knew that Sullen had the sealed item [Hypnos' Night Black Scythe], they were being extra careful. So why was he still able to kill one of them?

That scream was still vivid in their minds. Sullen took a shot, but a companion suddenly fell?

Could it be some kind of sinister spell?

That "Blood Raven" Langfero was too familiar with these curse spells. He was so frightened that his soul almost left his body, and he immediately realized what was happening, shouting loudly, "It's a curse spell! Be careful, don't hit the puppets on his body!"

He was afraid that if he spoke a second too late, someone would hit the black doll on Sullen's body again, and someone would surely die again.

Moreover, he guessed that one of them must be a curse doll that used his own blood as a medium.

Langfero knew that this spell couldn't kill him, but paired with that black scythe, one controlling from a distance, the other killing from a distance, it was simply "unsolvable"!

Not giving anyone a chance to react, no one could save them even if they wanted to.

If this "combo" were to land on him, Langfero felt that he would also surely die!

Looking at the corpse with its skull flipped over beside him, the crow gang cadre unconsciously slowed down.

Because he knew that the farther away he was, the smaller the influence of that "voodoo doll" curse would be.

...

That's right.

These black dolls were the [Voodoo Dolls] that Sullen had just made!

Earlier, in the cursed space, although the four Tier 2 professionals had all escaped alive, they were all injured and left enough blood in the monastery for Sullen to make curse spell mediums.

Now it seemed that the effect was excellent.

He had previously tested the accurate range of influence of the [Voodoo Dolls] in the transport team that was coming to the ruins.

Although the influence of the curse spell on Tier 2 professionals would be greatly reduced, Sullen didn't intend to use this spell to harm people.

As long as he had a slight opportunity, the black scythe would follow!

Seeing that the attack was effective, Sullen pulled out eight or nine more black dolls, dragging them behind him in a string like kites, tightly protecting his body.

Although only three of them were useful, he guessed that the pursuers wouldn't dare to gamble.

Once hit, someone would surely die.

The tactical attack was effective, and Sullen had also thought about detonating the [Voodoo Dolls] himself, so that the other three would almost certainly die as well.

But he didn't do that.

Because he wasn't sure how many more times the Abomination Living Corpse could slash.

Including the two slashes in the cursed space, this was already three slashes.

What if another slash triggered an instant backlash, and the Abomination Living Corpse died on the spot?

Without the deterrence of the black scythe, it would be Sullen's own death.

Now this string of dolls seemed to be working quite well.

Even that "Gun King" Geiger, who hit every shot, had stopped firing and didn't dare to shoot anymore.

That was enough.

The farther away he was, the smaller the threat of the sniper would become...