The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 372: Spiritual Monk's Instant Death Ability

Chapter 372: Spiritual Monk’s Instant Death Ability

Speaking of which, I should take on this kind of job more.

Thinking of this, Jiu Er was interested.

She turned around and told her two underlings, “If there is such a mission in the future, a.s.sign it to me first. I am still relatively free in most cases.”

“…This kind of mission?” The man asked cautiously.

“As long as I get to kill someone, even a transcender is fine.” Jiu Er replied casually.

Anyway, her companions were coming soon. If she could not defeat the opponent, she could recruit for reinforcement.

Thinking of this, she laughed softly.

Like the playful little girl waving the branches she picked up, she lightly waved the battle axe in her hand. The heavy stainless steel axe whistled in the air, making a sharp shriek.

The two were so frightened that they subconsciously took two steps back.

Jiu Er couldn’t help but laugh at them, “Don’t be like this. I won’t hurt you. I’ll be careful.”

“You’re right, Miss.” The two of them replied bitterly.

The two “underlings” a.s.signed to Jiu Er were both elite employees of the Grey Swan Company. They were robust and proficient at rifles and hand-to-hand combat. At the same time, they were equipped with relevant skills in tracking a target and counteracting stalking. However, they were short of a profession.

From Jiu Er’s point of view, their combat power was about Level 7 or Level 8. If they were equipped with a firearm, they might be able to defeat a Level 10 Swordsman.

As far as street fighting was concerned, the regular army might be unable to defeat them.

The mission dedicated to them was to monitor Jiu Er’s behavior at all times, ensuring that she would not get in contact with other underground gang forces. At the same time, they had to stop her from doing foolish things that could harm the company’s interest. Those were the formal duties allocated.

Given Jiu Er’s size and age, they had additional roles to play — to deter the ignorant fools so that Jiu Er would not have an excuse to go crazy and start killing people.

They had witnessed it clearly with their own eyes. When Jiu Er committed the murders, she showed no psychological pressure. Instead, there were hints of joy on her face.

However, it was unlike the fanatical smile the bloodthirsty [Berserkers] had when they enjoyed the killing process, nor the joy of getting money after killing. Instead, it was more like the joy of accomplis.h.i.+ng an important mission or winning a game.

It was the purest joy for the act of killing itself.

That was terrifying.

Even when they were underground forces, they would not behave so.

She was simply a monster in their eyes!

When they discovered that there was no bounty or wanted order tagged on this Miss, they were even more afraid of her.

It showed that she had been well hidden for her madness and crimes!

Thus, the two acted more carefully in front of her.

Jiu Er brought them to the bar the day before yesterday, and they ordered her a drink. The reason being Jiu Er looked too young, and the bar owner refused to give her a drink. After Jiu Er drank too much, she became more irritable, complaining about things the two could not comprehend — exams, Annan, and many more. Thus, they made up their mind to quickly pay the bills and flee.

But, Jiu Er might have realized their thoughts. She directly stopped them and got them to hold her weapon.

After they tried to pick up Jiu Er’s battle axe, that weapon put beside the table fell, almost splitting one of them in half.

The battle axe was taller than Jiu Er by roughly a head. The steel shaft was wrapped with a long hardwood handle for shock absorption. The face of the battle axe was bigger than Jiu Er’s head.

What was surprising was that this gigantic weapon had a solid body.

Annan dedicated extra care to the weapon, increasing its weight and hardening the blade via a ritual.

It would take a burly man over 1.9 meters tall and weighing 200 pounds in the army to wield it. It could split a person in half just by swinging it down.

Moreover, the macho man had to use both of his hands to be able to wield it.

However, Jiu Er needed only one hand to lift this battle axe and wield it like a pointer [1] at will. She had no hesitation nor psychological pressure when she blasted the enemy’s head with her bare fist or severed a person with her battle axe.

The company executives could not determine what Jiu Er’s profession was. How could she have such overwhelming strength? Why was she so accustomed and joyful to killing people?

Was she a Fallen Hangman? Or Executioner?

Could she be a Scarlet Warrior of the Red Knight?

It was all possible.

They were not even sure how old Jiu Er was.

Some people in the company even speculated secretly that Jiu Er might be a transcender who could transfer her soul after killing people. After all, there were indeed transcenders that had this type of ability.

It also made them more afraid of Jiu Er.

But in fact, the [Berserker] profession was not rare.

It could even be said that it was pretty common.

There were some berserkers in the arena and many more on the battlefield. Austere-Winter Dukedom was a place that offered the ma.s.s production of berserkers.

Berserker was generally characterized by a bronze belt, a naked upper body with scars, and a lean but muscular body. Those curses that were like dried blood would be branded on their torso. When they were in battle, they would skillfully tear through the curses on their bodies with one hand and go berserk in an instant.

It happened at the level of tearing the flesh that revealed the internal organs or bones.

They never imagined that Jiu Er, with delicate skin, a dainty face, and no muscles on her, would be a berserker.

It seemed more accurate to say that her physique was no different from ordinary young girls, but she had the strength threefolds of a berserker. This feature alone made it seem like a unique profession.

But at this moment, an old voice sounded, “Oh, young lady… Can I borrow a moment to speak with you now?”

“Hey! Old man, you…” The two elite employees were alerted. They immediately turned around and reprimanded.

This was the Miss they dared not provoke.

But when they saw the person behind them clearly, their voices dropped suddenly.

It was an old man in a pure black wheelchair, hunching like a shrimp.

He lowered his head and wore a white hood slightly yellowed because of long-term use. The bare hands were covered with dark yellow, dry and inflexible bandages; the bandages were covered with dense black runes that seemed to be squirming.

The old man was like a mummy, exuding the air of death.

As the old man smiled, he showed his teeth as yellow as a corpse, trying his best to make an amiable smile.

He repeated again, “Is it convenient to talk here, Miss?”

“My apology, Your Excellency!” The two responded quickly and immediately bowed their heads to apologize to the old man.

They were clear-headed.

In the capital, they could not offend the “peculiar folks”.

The old man did not intend to find fault with them.

To be more accurate, the old man did not bother looking at them at all.

While being stared at by the old man, Jiu Er gradually became serious.

She cautiously clenched the battle axe in her hand, loosened her coat a little, and unb.u.t.toned a few b.u.t.tons on her trench coat.

This pressure…

Those two mortals might not feel it. However, Jiu Er, who was close to Silver Rank, could feel her body shaking.

Just by hearing the voice, the body was instinctively in fear.

Her soul was trembling as if a chill wind seeped into her body.

Jiu Er knew this person.

She saw him from Longjing Tea’s perspective. “Bernardino Telesio”, the pope of a false deity “Bell Ringer”.

A true Gold Rank powerhouse.

“Spiritual Monk” was the only servant of this cla.s.s at present.

“Is there a problem?” Jiu Er asked cautiously.

The old man smiled and asked lowly, “Are you interested in living in another place?”

“I’m living well now, and I don’t need it for the time being.”

That’s a f.u.c.king s.e.xual hara.s.sment.

Jiu Er was silent for a while, then answered politely.

The old man shook his head slightly, “I didn’t ask you.”

“What?” Jiu Er was taken aback.

At the next moment, she suddenly felt an immense and invisible cold wind penetrate her body. Then, she suddenly lost touch with her physical body.

She suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. Jiu Er looked down, only to find that her body held the tomahawk, and suddenly dropped to the ground weakly. Then, her body turned into dust in the blink of an eye.

She had turned into a translucent state and stood there in a daze.

Around her, there were dozens and even hundreds of souls.

Human soul;

centaur soul;

elf soul;

And the soul of the demon.

But in Jiu Er’s current vision, she saw the old man in another state.

It was a kind and bald old man who had lost his hands. Instead of saying he was sitting on the wheelchair, he was more like being put on it.

He looks like Professor X, who has suffered a car accident. Jiu Er had such a thought in his mind.

“I’m asking your soul, Miss.”

From the soul’s perspective, the old man’s voice was no longer so hoa.r.s.e and displeasing but warm and kind, “You are from another world, right? I don’t see your remaining lifespan, so you are an undead.

“Have you ever heard of the ‘Book of Divine Transporter’?” Pure white flames flickered in the empty eye sockets of the old man.