Reborn as a Transcendent-Chapter 683: Even a Lion Uses Its Full Strength to Hunt a Rabbit
Under the same sky, in Aoma Village.
At this moment, over thirty players crouched near the village entrance, their gazes sharp and hungry like wolves as they stared down the two young guards. The intensity made the soldiers visibly uncomfortable.
“Hey, soldier, we’ve been waiting out here for over ten hours. Isn’t it about time you let us in?” A warrior player stepped forward, voicing his dissatisfaction. He was a core member of the Death of Love Guild, with the in-game name KokoDayo, and he was responsible for searching this area.
All the surrounding villages had already been combed through, only Aoma Village remained. He was convinced this place was their best shot at finding the Black-hearted Princess. After all, this was ground zero for the outbreak, a place riddled with danger.
Ordinary people wouldn’t dare come near, making it the perfect hiding spot for someone like her, a player immune to the plague and far safer here than anywhere else.
“The Lord’s orders are clear. During the epidemic, no unauthorized personnel may enter or leave,” the older soldier replied flatly.
“But didn’t you guys just say some Angel already purified the plague inside!?” KokoDayo frowned deeply, clearly displeased.
“That’s true, but there’s still residual danger inside,” the older soldier responded.
“Let me make this clear: we’re not afraid of the plague. We just want to go in, find someone, and leave right away!” KoKoDayo was beginning to lose his temper.
“No,” came the cold reply from the soldier.
“You—!” KokoDayo pointed at the man, trembling with rage. If it weren’t for the risk of lowering the entire guild’s reputation in the village, he would’ve already punched the guy.
Though, to be fair, he’d probably be the one ending up with a face like a pig’s.
“Sir, I’d appreciate it if you spoke more respectfully,” said the younger soldier, frowning. After all, they were village militiamen, far above these outsiders in status.
“You little punk, the grown-ups are talking. Who told you to butt in? Go play somewhere else!” KokoDayo waved him off impatiently.
“I’ve had enough of you outsiders!” Before the younger soldier could even get angry, the older one had already acted. With a flash of his spear, a cold gleam swept toward KokoDayo’s throat.
KokoDayo leapt back just in time, breaking into a cold sweat from the close call. Fury surged up immediately. “Brothers, we’re going in!”
The players behind him glanced at one another, all looking a little reluctant to escalate.
“What the hell are you all hesitating for!? You want me to report this to Young Master Taurus and dock your bonuses!?” KokoDayo shouted furiously.
At the mention of withheld pay, everyone sprang to attention. One after another, they stepped forward to back him up.
Seeing that the situation was quickly spiraling, the younger soldier hurriedly blew his horn. Moments later, the sound of rushing footsteps echoed from the village. Within seconds, a dozen robust villagers arrived, each holding a weapon and radiating hostility.
In an instant, the air turned heavy with killing intent. As the two groups squared off in tense confrontation, a shadow silently slipped past the commotion and into the village.
Bathed in moonlight, the figure revealed itself, wearing a white mask, neck wrapped in white bandages, and dressed in a black cloak. Suspicious from head to toe.
“Lord Angel?” Just as the figure steadied its landing, a confused voice came from ahead.
‘What rotten luck!’ The figure trembled slightly. ‘To think I’d be spotted the instant I slipped in… Kill.’ A surge of murderous intent welled up as they clenched their fists.
But just then, the voice from ahead—belonging to Micha—changed tone with sudden excitement. “Lord Angel, it really is you!”
Hearing the shift in the other man’s tone, the masked figure felt a flicker of confusion. From the voice, he could tell that this seemingly devout old man bore no hostility. And strangely enough, he appeared to recognize someone dressed similarly to him.
With that realization, the killing intent that had welled up in the figure’s heart began to subside, though his posture remained guarded.
“Lord Angel, your holy water is simply incredible!” Micha walked over, his face glowing with excitement.
To this, the masked figure simply nodded slightly.
“As expected of Lord Angel, so modest!” Micha bowed deeply, his tone full of reverence.
‘……’ The masked figure was completely bewildered. What had this other similarly dressed person done to earn such admiration?
“Lord Angel, would you happen to have time to produce a bit more holy water?” Micha asked respectfully.
‘Holy water…? How the hell am I supposed to know what that even is?!’ The figure froze, tempted to flee immediately.
But Micha continued with sincerity, “Lord Angel, there’s only one more remote village still afflicted. Just a few more barrels of holy water, and we can completely resolve the crisis in this region. Please, allow me to trouble you one last time.”
Upon hearing that, the figure’s eyes went wide, a wave of shock coursing through him. ‘So that’s it… That so-called Lord Angel is the one sabotaging our operations!’
“Lord Angel, I was too eager to spread the goddess’ gospel and acted with impatience. I truly apologize.” Micha, sensing reluctance, quickly bowed again to express remorse. Reflecting on his own conduct, he felt a deepening sense of guilt.
Seeing the opening, the masked figure clenched his fists quietly, preparing to subdue Micha through force and extract everything he knew about the so-called Lord Angel. But before he could act, a shard radiating dark energy abruptly flashed into the air.
A powerful presence surged from behind, followed by a shadowy form descending from above. Both Micha and the impostor turned toward it. There stood another figure, face hidden behind a white mask, cloaked in black robes.
“How can there be two Lord Angels?” Micha looked from the man beside him to the newcomer, bewildered. Aside from their slight difference in physique, the two looked nearly identical.
“Micha, it’s dangerous here. Return to the church immediately.” The newly arrived figure—Yaeger—lifted her hand, revealing two glowing black fragments. Her tone was cold and commanding. From beginning to end, her gaze never left the impostor.
Upon hearing that strange, androgynous voice, Micha finally recognized her. ‘This smaller figure, this is the real Lord Angel! As for the other one…’
Anyone with half a brain could tell he was a fake. Micha quickly backed away and turned to run.
Ahead of him stood the church gates. It turned out that the impostor had slipped in right by the church entrance, hence the accidental encounter.
Reaching out, the impostor—the Ninth Apostle—grabbed the dark shard hovering in midair and sneered, “Heh, to think the one who killed Number Eleven and Ten was still hiding out here. What luck! Seeking you far and wide, only to find you without effort!”
“So it is one of the Apostles…” Yaeger withdrew her two shards, her expression behind the mask growing serious.
This one was clearly stronger than the Tenth Apostle. And the shard in his hand… was sizable.
“I’m not like that idiot Number Ten,” the Ninth Apostle said, removing his mask to reveal a face covered in Star Spots. He was neither handsome nor ugly, just ordinary. “I go all out from the very start.”
His lips curled into a cold smile. Gripping the shard tightly, he shouted, “Pentecost!”
