God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World!

Chapter 382 382: The Attack: Seraphina's Overwhelming Charm[14]

The eastern camp had a total of four entrances to reduce the burden on the central entrance, which served as the main gate into the base.

Alice and Anna had skillfully slipped into the base through the western wing, where only three armed militants were stationed. They claimed to be refugees, and the guards, smitten by their beauty, did not think too much about it and allowed them in without hesitation.

The first guard smiled crookedly as he brought his hands toward Alice's chest area. The assassin's expression remained neutral as she watched the man, who was kicking his job more than necessary.

The moment it seemed as though he was about to finally grope her relatively large breasts, a dagger slowly materialized in Alice's grasp. With a swift hand movement that none of the guards could follow, she struck.

Shing!

The arm of the guard dropped to the ground.

For a brief moment, there was silence. The guard did not feel any pain, simply staring at his severed arm with wide eyes. Even before he could open his mouth, his head rolled off his neck and hit the ground.

"Bastard, in your next life keep your arms to yourself!" Alice sneered.

"A we are under attack"

Even before the second guard could finish speaking, Alice activated Blink and appeared behind him as he tried to flee. She wrapped an arm around his neck and twisted backward. A loud snap echoed as his lifeless body collapsed onto the ground.

At the same time, Anna finished dealing with the guard who had been watching her.

The huntress and assassin dealt with the guards so efficiently that neither the guards at the other entrances nor the ones patrolling the walls were alerted.

The moment the guards at the eastern wing were taken out, three players slowly approached. They dragged the corpses to the side and took their positions as the new guards, wielding rifles in their hands.

It was quite easy to blend in. After all, the militants in this camp did not wear any official uniforms.

"The first stage of the plan is a success. Now what?" Alice asked.

"They cannot move yet. Until all the guards on the walls are dealt with, we have to maintain this position for now."

The first people to notice them were the gunslingers and archers stationed on the walls, patrolling in lazy patterns.

They paid little attention to the western gate guards, since only two figures stood there and nothing appeared out of place. However, the moment a truck or any unusual movement appeared in the distance, everything would fall apart. That was why timing mattered.

…

High above the western wing, the guards on the wall leaned against the cold metal railing, rifles and bows slung loosely over their shoulders.

The wall itself was built like a wide pavement, thick and reinforced, wide enough to allow a single vehicle to pass at a time. Torches lined its edges, casting flickering light over the armed men stationed there.

"Tell me again why we are stuck up here," one of them grumbled, resting his rifle on the parapet as he looked toward the base, which was currently agitated. He could barely make out the distant dust clouds kicked up by moving trucks and marching fighters. "Everyone else gets to have all the fun."

Another guard snorted and spat over the edge. "Because someone has to watch the walls. What if an enemy attacks while we are gone?"

"Bullshit," a third muttered, adjusting his helmet. "We all know no other base would be stupid enough to attack the eastern camp."

"Yeah, like ghosts are going to climb these walls," the first guard scoffed, boredom dripping from his voice.

A short silence followed. The wind brushed against the banners hanging from the wall, making them flap weakly.

Just then, someone laughed dryly. "At this point, I would welcome ghosts. At least it would be something."

That was when the air behind them shifted.

A faint pressure swept across the wall, subtle yet heavy, like the moment before a storm.

The guards stiffened without understanding why.

Then she was there.

A woman stood a few steps behind them, as if she had always been there.

She wore a red gown that clung tightly to her body, outlining every curve beneath it and offering just enough to send the imagination running wild. The fabric hugged her waist, her hips, her generous chest, while black undergarments were faintly visible beneath the thin material. Her long crimson hair flowed freely down her back, swaying slightly as she took a single step forward.

When she stared at the men with her mesmerizing crimson eyes, they became star struck, forgetting to even breathe.

For half a second, none of the guards spoke.

"When did you" one finally stammered, turning fully around.

Seraphina tilted her head slightly, amusement dancing across her expression. "You said you would welcome a ghost, did you not?" she said, her voice smooth and controlled. "Well, tada."

The men flushed red. The longer they stared at her inhuman beauty, the stronger the urge became to fall at her feet as Seraphina's charm washed over them like an invisible wave. Their breathing slowed. Their thoughts dulled. Weapons slipped from their grips.

Disgusted, Seraphina lifted her hand and snapped her fingers.

Snap!

The first guard clutched his throat, eyes bulging as his body began to convulse. His skin turned pale, veins darkening as though something inside him was being drained. His lips cracked, his tongue shriveled, and within seconds his body collapsed, hollowed from the inside out.

Before the others could process what was happening, she snapped her fingers again.

And again.

One by one, the guards on the wall fell, their bodies withering as their blood dried within them. Some tried to scream, but no sound came out. Others reached for their weapons, only for their hands to tremble and fall limp.

In less than ten seconds, the wall fell silent.

Seraphina calmly stepped forward, her heels clicking softly against the stone. She moved past the corpses and kicked one of them off the wall. The body landed directly in front of the western wing, where Alice and Anna were stationed.

Alice felt her lips curve into a faint smile. "That is our signal. The wall is clear. Let's get the party started."