Caught off guard, the 'divine messenger' closest to Saman had his clothes slashed by a knife. However, the steel blade failed to pierce the soft yet tough 'skin' at all.
"Not good," Saman thought to himself, and made an evasive maneuver before the other party could react.
He was almost about to take out the ghost card, but in the blink of an eye, the ghost card was put away.
"It's not time to use it yet."
"How dare you hurt me?" The 'divine messenger', who was not injured but still felt pain, was furious, and the other 'divine messengers' reacted immediately.
Light emanated from their fingers, but it wasn't light; it was a series of incredibly sharp knives, slicing across Saman's fingers, sending bricks flying and leaving a trail of black scorch marks.
A small section of his fingernail, along with a piece of flesh the size of a grain of rice, was sliced off by the light. Saman narrowly dodged it, barely feeling the pain, before he had to face the next shovel-like attack.
These people's attacks were haphazard, just sharp and dense. But in this semi-enclosed environment, the combination of sharpness and density was precisely what made them most deadly.
At this moment, three more sharp beams of light appeared at an angle, forcing Saman into a desperate situation. No matter which direction he went, there was a blade of light waiting there.
If he doesn't move, that's even better; just cut him into minced meat.
Sticky beads of sweat slid down his temples. Saman seized the opportunity, neither advancing nor retreating, and just as the attacks of the three men landed on him, he finally unleashed the mirror prop.
The three beams of light were reflected by the mirror and struck another divine messenger directly.
"Ah—" The light blade slashed past, severing one of the opponent's arms. Blood splattered far away before the man realized the pain.
The injured divine messenger rolled on the ground, and this unexpected turn of events caused the other attackers to pause for a moment.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
The agonizing screams of the one-armed god awakened the others, and the beam of light focused once more.
Saman observed and calculated the angle. He rotated the mirror so that the reflected light would draw a line on the other messenger. A charred line appeared in the light, and there was a crack where flesh and blood were torn apart.
"Ah—" Another divine messenger fell.
The remaining divine messengers were both shocked and enraged; the humiliation of being retaliated against by the primitives drove them to madness. Several of them unleashed a barrage of fire at Saman, and even with his agility, Saman sustained several wounds, leaving charred scars.
Ignoring his own wounds, he focused solely on making the most of the tools at his disposal: he had to subdue this so-called 'messenger of God' before the tools wore off.
"If we can't deal with these primitive people and instead get hurt by them, they'll laugh themselves to death when we get back." After losing two of their own, the divine messengers finally took the 'primitive people' seriously and began to look at them with a serious eye.
"The thing in his hand can reflect lasers and exchange them for electricity."
They put away the laser weapons at their fingertips and switched to something else: electric current.
While both are released from the fingertips, the current has a wider range, forming a dense network.
This electric current seemed to have eyes, not touching anyone or anything else, only focusing on Saman. Saman guessed that the current would chase living things, and the reason these divine messengers were not targeted was because the glowing white clothes blocked the target.
"Hiss." The electric grid struck him, electrifying his entire body. His body parts became numb and painful, and his speed decreased significantly.
"Damn it, this won't work."
Saman's mirror can reflect a variety of invisible attacks, but obviously, electricity is not among them.
This dungeon has too many restrictions. Even a lucky player like Saman doesn't have enough usable items and skills. He does have two Ghost Cards, but now is not the best time to use them.
Keep in mind that the dark cloud above is still there, and these few divine messengers are just the vanguard.
Samantha searched for an opportunity while desperately dodging: how could he deal with these ubiquitous electric grids?
As a dense electric net descended like a fishing net, Saman had no chance of escaping. The divine messengers could almost see him being electrocuted and turned into a charred corpse.
They laughed loudly, "You think you're so capable? You..."
A golden edge appeared on the ghost card at Saman's fingertip: It seems I must use it.
"call out!"
At the critical moment, an arrow with a slightly trembling tail, carrying a cold glint, pierced through the hole on the sixth floor, instantly penetrating the envoy's fully-defended clothing and embedding itself in his skin.
The toxins seeped into the bloodstream.
"Arrow." The divine messenger, struck by the arrow, fell heavily to the ground, his throat instantly bleeding.
Following the trail of their stunning arrow, they saw an elf glowing faintly in the night sky, holding a bow and looking at them, his wings scattering countless stars.
"That is…" Saman wanted to see clearly, but the time for using the prop had already come.
The props malfunctioned, and all he could see were white lights shining from the clothes. Only through the gaps in the white light could he vaguely make out an elf-like figure.
"A hidden male nobleman? Why did he save me?"
Ren Yifei's arrow was aimed at the next person. He did not hesitate for a moment, and the arrow flew like a shooting star.
"This is the divine messenger?" His pupils were blood-red, their shape indistinct, only traces of flowing energy visible. This was an ability that had only leveled up after the last dungeon ended; it was unclear whether it was influenced by the dungeon or if its function had broken through once again.
In short, this function is surprisingly useful when faced with such an unscientific human-shaped object.
"What a sorry sight, Dessert Player." Another arrow was aimed at an enraged divine messenger, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Don't die."
After starving itself for several days, hunger burned within it, and the devouring power clung to the arrow. With the force of the bowstring's rebound, the arrow swung its tail and fell into the hole once more.
Even though one of them had already died, the divine messenger, dressed in a special light uniform, still didn't take the ancient arrow seriously until the arrow tip touched his clothes.
The clothes only blocked for a second before the protective magnetic force on the surface seemed to be sucked away by something, making it completely powerless to stop the arrow's intrusion.
The arrow, carrying a deadly poison, pierced the delicate body of the divine messenger, and with a thud, another divine messenger fell.
With the addition of the ranged archer, the divine messenger's offensive was temporarily halted. Saman covered his eyes with one arm and pressed a special button with the other.
"Thump—"
The button was pressed, and after a muffled chime, all the dark windows lit up at once. The silent anthill was filled with the sound of orderly footsteps, and the entire anthill 'woke up'.
The workers and soldiers did not come out, but orderly voices could be heard from inside, as if they had been prepared for this and were waiting for the enemy to fall into their trap.
Judging from the activity in the anthill, Ren Yifei was certain that the Dessert Player was holding back a trump card. He breathed a slight sigh of relief, then suddenly drew back the bowstring, continuing to reduce the number of those divine messengers.
Those things that glow like a bathroom heater in the middle of the night are really annoying.
"What is that?" A beam of light shone on Ren Yifei.
It was light shining through the dark clouds; three beams of light locked onto him.
The death of the divine messenger seemed to be received by the person under the dark cloud in some way, and it finally reacted.
Ren Yifei saw the massive dark cloud above the anthill swirling, the shimmering light as dazzling as the lights in a nightclub—oh, of course, Ren Yifei couldn't see it, it was Saman below who was stinging his eyes.
Because the top of the anthill opened again, an even thicker beam of white light fell down.
More divine messengers are about to arrive at the scene—that's the UFO's response.
"UFO?" Outside the anthill, the players who had refused to obey commands and had been lying in ambush in the grass ran out to see the miracle. They saw a flat disc floating above the anthill, with tiny lights flashing around it. A beam of white light fell from the center, and there were many glowing figures in the white light.
The light was so bright in the darkness that the players could barely keep their eyes open.
"This is a huge guy, maybe it's the hidden boss of the dungeon." One player's eyes were red. Not from pain, but from excitement.
One of his skills just happens to be effective against such a behemoth.
"Should we make our move now, or let someone else weaken us first?" He clenched his fists nervously.
"Look there!" A player pointed to the sky, where several meteor-like arrows flew into the thick white light, and several glowing humanoid figures inside fell directly down.
Looking in the direction of the arrow, one could only see an elf shrouded in a light, holding a bow and arrow, killing one enemy with each shot.
"Holy crap, who said nobles are all pigs? There are pigs this handsome?"
They were too far away to see faces clearly, or even distinguish between men and women, but the slender, graceful figure in the light resembled an agile and warlike elf from a movie.
These players were unaware of the existence of the Hidden Wingers, mistaking them for surviving female nobles. Only Saman knew that these were not surviving nobles, but rather those who had slipped through the net, nobles who had become laborers due to underdeveloped physical characteristics.
He is also Shengchun, the twin brother of Gui.
Ren Yifei's arrows took away the first group of highly threatening divine envoys, and the next group continued to fall. The protection of those impenetrable light robes was useless against Ren Yifei's devouring arrows.
However, this gave Saman the time and energy to try and figure out his identity.
Saman had a gut feeling that this person's identity would play a crucial role in deducing the ghost's identity.
"Craftsmen skilled in archery..." To acquire such unerring accuracy, even the most talented individuals must undergo rigorous, day-to-day training, and those who have the opportunity to come into contact with bows and arrows...
Under the original ant colony system, weapons were the exclusive domain of soldiers and civilians. Since the workers' task was simply to find the Black Cube, they were usually not allowed to possess weapons, let alone use them frequently.
The only way for laborers and commoners to acquire weapons was through private manufacturing. And those who manufactured bows and arrows privately had frequent contact with those who had previously shot down nobles.
"..." So, the hidden-winged nobles became rebels and shot down the previous nobles, including their own twin brothers.
Saman had an amazing memory; he had read the entire list of the laborers and commoners who had shot the nobles and memorized it.
Eighteen years old, name related to water... Searching through these two elements, it seems no one matches.
While keeping an eye on the light beings about to fall from the sky, Saman pondered the identity of the Hidden Wingers.
Suddenly, a crucial clue flashed through his mind: besides the laborers and commoners of the hunting nobles, there was another person who frequently had access to bows and arrows.
The gentle, sickly young Jiang, the rebel Jiang who turned back and asked with a smile, "Are all the nobles dead?" And the noble archer with a bow and arrow, whose aim was perfect. These three images slowly overlapped.
Jiang, the craftsman.
Author's Note: Saman has obtained a crucial clue—the identity of the twins.