Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

Chapter 3510: Sacrifice

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"Whoosh!!!"

Connor’s pupils contracted. Fang Heng had appeared at his right side at some point unknown, a dagger highly condensed from an aura of death in his hand slashing swiftly past.

The dagger cut diagonally upward across Connor’s body, leaving a long gash.

No blood flowed from the wound at all. Instead, it was covered by a layer of deathly gray.

Fang Heng narrowed his eyes and was about to swing a second strike when his expression suddenly changed. He immediately raised his hand and brought the dagger up in front of him to defend.

"Boom!!!!"

Almost instantly, a terrifying holy power erupted from Connor’s heart.

The surging holy shock that rushed straight at him blasted Fang Heng backward.

Fang Heng looked up and saw holy power rapidly dissolving the deathly gray that shrouded Connor’s body, while a reverse-teleportation divine light beam descended and enveloped Connor within it.

Connor stared at Fang Heng. A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and disbelief filled his eyes.

When he had first heard that someone could kill their kin within just a few minutes, Connor had found it hard to believe.

It was only after his brief clash with Fang Heng that he truly realized how terrifying this human was.

...

Not far away, Elder Patrick and the rest of the God Clan rushed rapidly toward the direction of the battle.

After sensing that Connor had succeeded, they immediately came to provide reinforcement.

Not good!

Patrick’s heart jolted. He raised his head and looked into the distance.

Ahead, a powerful ripple of holy power faintly manifested.

Connor’s reverse-teleportation protection from his heart had been triggered!

"Faster!"

Patrick was anxious. He shouted and accelerated again.

How could this be?

That kid had clearly just gone through a battle and had obviously expended a great deal. How could he still force out Connor’s teleportation protection in such a short time?

The moment Patrick thought of Fang Heng possessing the ability to destroy reverse teleportation, a sense of bad premonition surged in his heart. He pushed himself to the limit, rushing to rescue Connor.

Faster, just a little faster!

In the distance, Fang Heng slowly retreated, coldly watching Connor as he entered the reverse-teleportation passage, a chilling expression surfacing in his eyes.

This move again.

The God Clan’s self-protection mechanism.

If it had been more than a month ago, he would have needed to set up a magic array in advance to block the reverse-teleportation effect.

But now, after gaining control of Origin Power and achieving another explosive increase in his own strength, forcibly breaking the technique with sheer power was no longer impossible!

"Go!"

Fang Heng pointed straight at the reverse-teleportation pillar of light!

In an instant, underworld gods filling the sky swung their death scythes and surged toward the reverse-teleportation pillar of light!

"Bang! Bang bang bang!!!"

The death scythes struck the pillar of light. The underworld gods were shattered by the explosive force released from the reverse-teleportation pillar, then revived once more and rapidly slammed into the pillar again.

Gray-black deathly aura continuously exploded across the surface of the reverse-teleportation pillar, causing it to slowly become tainted with the aura of death.

Connor was immobilized within the light barrier, his face turning slightly pale.

Under the nonstop impacts of massive numbers of underworld gods, the power of the pillar of light was being rapidly dissolved.

A faint whitish glow clung to the edges of the underworld gods’ scythes. Each time this glow appeared, it dissolved a portion of holy power, on top of the constant power expenditure of the pillar itself.

In the blink of an eye, the teleportation pillar of light had become unsteady.

"Whoosh!"

Connor was startled. He suddenly saw Fang Heng’s figure appear right in front of him, separated from him by only the reverse-teleportation pillar of light.

"Heh, at this point, you still want to run?"

Connor watched helplessly as Fang Heng extended a hand toward him and pressed his palm against the reverse-teleportation pillar of light.

"Chi chi chi!!!"

The death aura attached to Fang Heng’s palm collided with holy power, violently boiling and steaming up pungent gray-black smoke, accompanied by sizzling sounds of scorching.

The pillar of holy light was violently stimulated, flickering between bright and dim, becoming extremely unstable.

"Boom!!!!"

It could not even last a second. The entire reverse-teleportation barrier exploded before Connor’s eyes.

Connor stared fixedly at Fang Heng, horror filling his gaze.

The protective teleportation barrier had been shattered so easily?

Impossible!

He had dared to carry out this mission precisely because he believed his own strength was sufficient to face anything. Even if he encountered danger, he still had the God Clan’s heart-based teleportation protection.

At the very least, he should have been able to stall for some time until Elder Patrick arrived with reinforcements!

Yet he had never imagined that the gap in strength between himself and Fang Heng would be so vast.

From the beginning of the fight until now, the battle had lasted no more than three minutes!

Before Elder Patrick could even arrive, the holy barrier had already been completely shattered.

Fang Heng looked at Connor with an indifferent expression, as if he were looking at a corpse.

Without the protection of holy power, under the shroud of deathly aura, Connor’s body was rapidly covered in a layer of deathly gray.

His vitality drained at high speed!

Underworld gods continuously swept past Connor, carving one death scythe after another across him.

"Ka, ka ka ka..."

Black cracks spread across Connor’s body like a shattered doll.

And from within those black rifts, eerie and vividly colored purple Netherworld spider lilies slowly grew.

"Boom!!!!"

A deathly aura suddenly erupted.

"Stop!!!"

Not far away, Patrick arrived at extreme speed with five members of the God Clan. Unfortunately, they were a step too late. Seeing the death power erupting not far away, his heart was filled with shock.

Connor was Damian’s disciple.

Before the operation, Patrick had repeatedly guaranteed that Connor’s safety would be ensured, but...

"Boom! Boom boom boom!!!!"

Underworld flowers continuously shattered before their eyes, forming vast swathes of deathly fog around Connor that lingered for a long time, preventing anyone from approaching.

"Dispel!"

Patrick arrived and immediately released holy light to disperse the black fog.

A few seconds later, when the dense death fog finally dissipated, not a single figure remained in the area ahead.

"Fang Heng!"

Patrick clenched his fists tightly, nearly grinding his teeth as he forced out those two words, his eyes bloodshot.

"Chase!"

Patrick shouted and chased toward the upper layers of hell along the tracking traces Connor had left before his death.

"Humph!"

At the same time, in the upper layers of hell, Fang Heng sensed the God Clan chasing from behind. He let out a disdainful cold snort and carried Connor’s corpse as he rapidly teleported toward the upper layers of hell.

The God Clan had played him.

Although he had killed Connor, a God Clan tracking imprint had been left on him.

He had already tried several methods, all to no avail. Even Origin Power, the only effective option, could only dissolve a small portion of the outer layer of the tracking imprint. Completely removing it would still require considerable effort.

Abe Akaya!

Fang Heng used his mental strength to contact Abe Akaya in advance.

Abe Akaya, who occupied the eighty-fifth layer of hell, swiftly formed a spatial passage at the entrance.

Just as Fang Heng flew out from the entrance of the eighty-fifth layer, he immediately carried the remains into the teleportation passage and disappeared completely.