My Players' Second Playthrough

"Are you all okay?" The scholar stood up from the smoke and dust.

His [Deflection Stance] deflected all the debris rolled up by the explosion, but the scorching heat still hurt him, and a corner of the book in his hand was burned.

The bald mercenary's final self-explosion was not a function of the exoskeleton.

This kind of close-fitting military exoskeleton must try to compress the overall volume while considering the ammunition load. It is good enough to be able to stuff an optical camouflage module, and there is no space to design a special self-explosion device.

But the guy's hot melt bomb was really more powerful than expected.

Three silver-level strongmen, despite being on guard, still died and two were injured... Thinking that the strongest knights in the team had lost their combat effectiveness, the scholar suddenly found that among the remaining few people, it seemed that no one could resist him.

He didn't need to use tricks such as stealing beams and replacing pillars to bring this piece of Apophis' flesh and blood back to the academy.

By then, no matter the professor who never looked at him straight in the eye, or the classmates who held impact every day but never asked him to participate, they would all look at him with new eyes.

Most importantly, he could apply for funds, host projects, and study this piece of flesh and blood.

If the divine art could be analyzed...

The scholar excitedly lifted the burnt corner of the scroll and summoned a gust of wind to blow away the smoke and dust around.

He saw a woman with most of her face severely burned, kneeling in front of the unconscious knight, holding a purple-black ritual dagger high. Before stabbing, she was blown to the ground by the gust of wind he summoned.

The bloody dwarf lay in the small pit at the center of the explosion, trying to remove something from the shattered exoskeleton.

The Asian dragon man, who was somehow unharmed, stood under a tree 50 meters away, with his right hand on the scabbard, motionless, like a lizard lying on a rock to bask in the sun.

The scholar ignored the two demi-humans, pointed his finger at the woman, and shouted:

"Stop!"

The woman was pressed down by the strong wind and couldn't get up. She was seriously injured. She didn't get up until the strong wind dissipated.

She didn't pick up the ritual dagger that fell to the side, but looked up at the scholar. Her severely burned face had a sly smile, and her voice was sweet: "Don't worry, baby, it's your turn in a while."

As she said that, she stuck out her tongue, revealing the complicated inscriptions on the tip of her tongue.

At a distance of more than 20 meters, the scholar could only see something on the woman's tongue, and thought that this ugly woman was going to bring up the old things again, but the next moment, he felt numb all over his body and instantly lost control of his body.

A purple-black spider came out of his lower abdomen.

The spider was as big as a fist, with eight index finger-long limbs that penetrated his lower abdomen and inserted into the nodes in his body, controlling his motor nerves and magic source, turning him into a puppet.

The scholar's pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately recalled the affair in the tent the night before, and then he realized that he had been set up.

After controlling the scholar, the woman picked up the dagger on the ground. Without any hesitation, she moved quickly, silently prayed, and stabbed the knight's throat.

"Gah... Gah..." The unconscious knight instinctively covered his throat with his only arm, but it was of no use.

He was like a sponge that had been drained of water, and quickly shrank down. A large amount of vitality turned into blood-colored mist and flowed into the woman's body along the dagger.

"Ah~~~" The woman moaned, enjoying the pleasure brought by the sacrifice.

The burned skin on her face was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, the scabs fell off, revealing the new tender skin underneath.

The scholar could only watch everything in despair.

He saw that after the woman sacrificed the first knight, she recovered from the serious injury, and then sacrificed the second unconscious knight without stopping, and obtained some kind of power from the unknown evil god.

Although he had no hope, the scholar still glanced at the two living guides with his peripheral vision when the woman was offering sacrifice.

The dwarf had already dismantled the core of the exoskeleton. With a flick of his wrist, he put the core into his personal space, and then dismantled the optical module on the exoskeleton.

The Asian dragon man remained motionless, like a perfectly restored wax figure.

What the hell is this!

You two should have taken advantage of the time just now to steal the flesh and blood of the evil god!

If the cultist woman got the flesh and blood of the evil god, who can imagine what she would do!

After the second knight turned into a mummy, the woman stood up from the ground, walked lightly to the side of the scholar.

The scholar had no time to worry about others.

The woman held a ritual dagger in one hand, and with the other hand, she used her slender fingers to scratch the handsome face of the scholar, and whispered charmingly in the scholar's ear: "What should I do with you, sweetheart?"

Even though she was wearing heavy overalls, she still couldn't hide her exquisite curves.

The scholar found that he could speak. He was about to beg the woman for mercy when he heard a regular drumbeat.

"Da... Da... Da... Da... Da Da Da!!!"

The sound of horse hooves came faintly from afar. In the next moment, it seemed to be closer, and then in the next moment.

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Suddenly arrived!

He saw a galloping centaur, which instantly appeared behind the woman, waving a long-handled broadsword in his hand and rushing over at full speed!

Unfortunately, the woman reacted quickly and immediately rushed to the side.

The galloping centaur had no time to change direction and could only rush towards the scholar.

Under the control of the spider, the scholar couldn't even close his eyes before he died!

He could only watch the centaur raise his sword and chop it down, landing on the woman's back 10 meters away.

Hmm?

The scholar smelled a smell of urine, but his brain was overloaded and couldn't process such complex olfactory information.

He saw with his own eyes that the centaur rushed at him, raised his sword, and chopped it down.

But before the blade passed through his head, it suddenly flashed behind the woman, leaving a bloody mark on her back!

After the centaur hit with a sword, it teleported to a distance, retained the speed brought by the sprint, and then raised the long sword and rushed towards the woman again.

The solid sword hit the woman, but it aroused her bloodiness.

She stretched out eight sharp spider legs from her body, propped her up from the ground, and counterattacked the centaur.

These spider legs glowed dark purple, and the curse contained in them made scholars who were proficient in this field feel a chill.

This centaur that could teleport was just a silver-level monster.

And the curse on these spider legs came from the gift after the sacrifice to the evil god!

As long as it was touched by the spider legs, the battle would end immediately!

Two monsters that were not human-shaped collided with each other. The centaur, who was nearly three meters tall, could not avoid the attack of the spider legs under the woman's desperate counterattack!

The spider legs successfully pierced the centaur, but the woman's heart fell to the bottom.

Just like hitting a ghost, the centaur passed through her body, and the two sides had no contact at all.

The next moment, the centaur teleported behind the woman again, relying on the lossless change of direction provided by the teleportation, retaining the speed of the sprint, and slashed the second knife at the back of the woman who was unbalanced due to the missed attack.

A head with a stunned face flew out from between eight spider legs that were harder than steel, and rolled on the ground.

However, the woman's death did not restore the scholar's freedom. He still looked at the headless centaur in despair, and used teleportation again to retain his speed and rushed to the next target to be slaughtered.

Argonian.