Chapter 12 Settled!

"Got it!"

Sullen looked at the two fallen figures before him, his brow relaxing slightly.

Killing the two was within expectations.

Before acting, he anticipated that the gesture of raising and pointing the gun would be too obvious, impossible to hide from high-level professionals.

The opponent couldn't possibly watch him kill the crowd-control mage, so someone would definitely come to the rescue.

And the scythe swung simultaneously with the gun was the real hidden killing intent, meant to incidentally take out a rescuing Tier 2 professional while killing the crowd-control mage.

Now it seemed the effect was good.

…

Sullen was very self-aware.

After all, he was just one person, and a Tier 1 at that, no matter how strong.

Even with the scythe in hand, once discovered and the enemy on guard, killing someone again would be very difficult.

Tier 2 professionals wouldn't just stand there waiting to be killed.

So, Sullen needed an assistant.

How to snatch the enemy's Boss with fewer people and also kill enemies several times their number?

The best way was naturally to sneak attack and take out the enemy's crowd control, causing the monster to go berserk.

This was also why he chose to kill the blue-robed mage first.

Just as now, without the "Slow Ray" covering her, the Wailing Banshee let out a relieved, ear-piercing shriek. Instantly, the attack speed of her hair visibly increased by fifty percent!

Previously, the several Tier 2 professionals in the field could calmly deal with the siege of hair with ease, but now they were instantly beaten into a sorry state.

For a time, they were exhausted dealing with the hair, and couldn't spare any effort to deal with Sullen, the sneak attacker.

Seeing the few surprised and murderous gazes directed at him, Sullen was not afraid at all. He didn't stop his movements, and once again flicked his fingers, moving the invisible ghoul beside him to slash at another target not far away.

Seeing this, the face of the "Illusionist" Lloyd changed drastically, obviously realizing something, and he shouted urgently, "Stop him!"

Silver and black threads crisscrossed, like contestants in a tug-of-war, he used the threads to control the banshee, but at the same time, he couldn't move himself.

Lloyd knew very well that his control was key. If something happened to him, the berserk banshee would completely break free, and what awaited them would be failure, or even a desperate situation!

However, how could the several Tier 2s in the field not guess that the spatial rift that killed Bloom was caused by the famous sealed item [Hypnos's Night Black Scythe]?

Since they knew, who would dare to block it with their flesh?

Besides, they couldn't block it even if they wanted to!

In the next instant, another spatial rift slashed out, accurately appearing on the neck of the "Illusionist" Lloyd.

Silently, his head fell to the ground.

Sullen originally thought that this strike would definitely kill the immobile puppet master, but unexpectedly, his head fell, but he didn't see the "gray mist".

"Huh... not dead?!"

Sullen's pupils shrank suddenly, and his instinctive reaction made him dodge behind the invisible ghoul.

In the next instant, he heard a burst of air-piercing sounds, and several poison needles sprayed out from the severed head, hitting the invisible ghoul in front of him with a "tututu," and fell to the ground.

Looking again, Lloyd's headless corpse's robe was torn, and a one-meter-tall, ugly gnome jumped out.

"This is Lloyd's real body?"

Sullen didn't expect that the famous puppet master was actually an unremarkable, ugly-faced gnome.

…

Although the banshee was strange and not very intelligent, she also knew that the biggest threat was the guy controlling her!

Lloyd dodged Sullen's killing blow, but he couldn't dodge the silver hair everywhere in the monastery.

After the beheading, the spell was interrupted.

Now that he was forced to abandon the puppet body, he also lost control of most of the black lines.

Without the black line restraints, the banshee's head of silver hair was released, and an ear-piercing shriek resounded throughout the cursed space.

In an instant, the sky was densely packed with silver hair spreading wildly like a tide, strands and clumps, quickly wrapping the monastery into a silver cocoon.

The "infinite hair" they had been trying to get from the banshee's rampage became their death knell.

As soon as the gnome landed, a silver hair like a sharp spear pierced over, making a "clang" and punching a fist-sized hole in the stone slab.

The puppet master's physical agility was far inferior to other professionals. Although the gnome tried his best to avoid it, he was still grazed by a sharp blade, piercing his thigh, and blood flowed all over the ground...

Moreover, what was even more despairing was that the silver hair in the air condensed into more than a dozen spears in the blink of an eye, and they pierced down again with a "swoosh," "swoosh," "swoosh."

Lloyd's face was ashen.

At this critical moment, Toynbee, the "Mechanical Tyrannosaurus" closest to the gnome, was quick-witted and quick-handed. The mechanical arm that was originally charging the steam boiler to attack the banshee's main body instantly changed direction, ejected, and destroyed the silver spears, thus saving the gnome's life.

Silver hair filled the sky, like a torrential rain, unavoidable.

The other Tier 2 professionals were also struggling to take care of themselves, and were more or less injured...

And the Tier 1 mage who cast "Thorn Entanglement" tried his best to avoid a few spears, but was still pierced into bloody holes with a face of despair...

The originally deadlocked battle was instantly broken, and the defeat was like a collapsed dam, irreversible.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the gnome shouted with a dark face, "Withdraw! Get out of the cursed space first!"

The four Tier 2 professionals gathered together, destroyed a piece of silver hair above their heads, and tore a scroll before they were completely trapped.

The scroll shattered, and a magic light door appeared in front of them out of thin air, and several people rushed out without hesitation.

…

"I thought I could kill a few more..."

Sullen felt a little regret looking at the guys who escaped from the light door.

Able to prevent falling into a dream and prepared means of escape, the people of the Oliver family were obviously fully prepared.

But they could escape, but Sullen couldn't.

Not to mention that the magic light door disappeared in an instant, even if it didn't disappear, he couldn't follow them out to "court death."

The shriek sounded, and the "nourishment" in the fog was also cleared out.

In the huge cursed space, Sullen was the only living person left.

Now that there was no one to attract firepower, the tall blood sister's target was only him.

"Hopefully the deduction is correct..."

He exhaled a turbid breath.

Sullen took off the gas mask and put the [Brook's Harmonica] in his hand to his mouth.

Although he hadn't learned the harmonica in his previous life, this not-too-difficult instrument was already very familiar to him from the soul fragments he had collected.

Without thinking much, he started a slow folk song, a tune he had heard the NPCs hum in the [Legend of the Hunchback of Notre Dame] space.

The melody was melodious, resounding throughout the monastery.

The surrounding silver hair, which was baring its fangs and claws, seemed to understand the sorrow in the melodies, and suddenly became gentle, like the water plants in a clear lake, swaying in the wind...

Glimpsing at the scene before him, Sullen played more and more calmly, the rhythm unhurried.

In the distance, the five-meter-tall blood sister also completely restrained her ferocity, standing there blankly.

She seemed to recall something, and crystalline tears slowly overflowed from the corners of her eyes.

Sullen was still playing the song, and the surrounding scenery changed rapidly.

As if time was flowing backwards, the surrounding broken walls and ruins returned to their original state in the blink of an eye, becoming that solemn and magnificent white monastery.

Snowflakes gradually floated in the sky, and pigeons were flying on the dome again...

The surrounding scenery flickered, as if returning to a thousand years ago.

A young nun would often stand alone in the attic, playing the song that carried her longing, waiting for her beloved to return safely from the battlefield.

They had once agreed that he would definitely return in that snowy winter.

…

Before long, the song ended.

"I was entrusted by Mr. Brook to bring this harmonica back to you."

Sullen stopped, not knowing if Alice, who had become a wraith, could understand. Seeing that the banshee was already calm, he handed over the harmonica.

He continued, "He told me to tell you that he can't keep the appointment and told you not to wait for him."

The silver hair gently took the harmonica engraved with "Brook & Alice" and handed it to the young nun.

A smile gradually overflowed on her face. She seemed to see a beautiful picture before her and heard a soft murmur: "Have you finally come back to see me..."

The light and shadow flickered, and the figure of a handsome man in military uniform appeared in the monastery's courtyard. He smiled, held the hand of his beloved girl, and said gently, "Yes, I'm back."

They vowed to love each other, using all of this life.

Brook's short life had already vanished on the clock tower a thousand years ago;

And Alice...

Waited for this one message,

Waited for a thousand years.

Sullen quietly watched the scene before him.

He knew that he was probably the only witness to that tragic love story a thousand years ago.

A young girl guarded a promise for a lifetime.

At this time, the young nun put the harmonica to her lips, and her pearly teeth parted slightly, playing the familiar tune.

The melodious melody sounded, and a crystalline teardrop slowly fell from the corner of her eye.

…

Seeing that the nun before him had completely lost her "malice," Sullen loosened the steel wire in his hand.

Now that Brook's commission was completed, the harmonica had also resolved a life-threatening crisis for him.

But he didn't forget that this was still a lord-level wraith that could make Tier 2 professionals die with regret.

Sullen didn't have the ability to create a light door to escape like those guys before.

If he wanted to get out, he could only kill the source of the curse.

He had been thinking about finding an opportunity to strike.

But now it seemed that he didn't need to.

As the teardrops fell, he also saw that the aura of this "lord-level wraith" suddenly weakened, from the sharpness of the previous moment to becoming more and more calm.

And under appraisal, the tear that was shining on the ground was actually a cursed object.

[Alice's Tears]

Details: The essence of energy condensed from the Wailing Banshee's entire magical power, a very precious cursed material; it contains enormous magical power and mental power, as well as the most complete mental power matrix of this type of banshee;

"Condensed all the magic power?"

Looking at these words, Sullen suddenly realized something.

Looking at the nun again, her aura was getting weaker and weaker.

It seemed that she had received the answer she had been waiting for for a thousand years, and the obsession had finally been resolved, and she was about to completely dissipate in the world.

Sullen no longer felt any hostility, and after thinking about it, he didn't make that final strike.

As for the banshee hair he needed, it was everywhere in this monastery.

As for the corpse, it would be ready in a while.

The harmonica melody beside his ears became more and more sad, and more and more faint.

While listening to the song, Sullen silently began to collect the spoils and blood in this courtyard.

…

One Tier 2 professional died, Bloom, the head of the Battle Blade squad, and he gained some combat experience.

As for the two rare magic mages, they also gave Sullen a small surprise.

They were both graduates of the inner city Black Tower Academy from the previous two sessions, and the quality of their soul fragments was really high.

This allowed Sullen to harvest a lot of spellcasting experience and alchemy knowledge.

There was also a headless "alchemy puppet," naturally left behind by the "Illusionist" Lloyd.

The gnome had fled in a panic, and didn't even have time to strip off the storage ring on the puppet.

A quick glance revealed many rare puppet materials that could be used.

It was a big harvest.

However, as he listened, the harmonica sound stopped abruptly.

Sullen turned his head back.

He saw the nun lying on the ground.

"It was nice to listen to..."

He looked at the corpse and said a word, then walked over and calmly cut off the banshee's glowing head.

[You obtained 'Alice the Banshee's' memory fragment *2]

[You obtained a piece of information: 'It seems that a long, long time has passed, and I have finally waited for him. I'm so happy...']

[You have comprehended the [Intermediate Silk Control Technique]...]

[Mental Power +7.5]

The cursed space began to collapse.

Sullen released the implanted armor, and cold flames burst out all over his body.

He hadn't forgotten that there were still people waiting for him to come out and throw himself into their nets outside the cursed space.