Abyss Summoner

Chapter 499 - 487: Promotion Trial

The standing corpses caused everyone to freeze momentarily. But this lasted only a few seconds before they snapped back to reality. They had seen blood and were qualified warriors, and even though this was beyond some people’s comprehension, it had yet to completely rob them of their combat effectiveness.

A few warriors picked up their guns and fired at the heads of the corpses.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound echoed as the corpse fell to the ground.

The warriors who had battled zombies knew well that though hitting the body might be ineffective, the head was their fatal weakness.

And now, the fallen corpse was undoubtedly the best proof of this.

This greatly encouraged everyone, and at this moment, more warriors grabbed their guns and aimed at the enemy’s head.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

A series of gunshots rang out from the warriors’ hands, and more and more corpses fell to the ground. Before long, the entire ballroom returned to its usual calm.

"Creak..."

But just as everyone caught their breath, the corpses on the ground that had been shot in the head began climbing up again. One, two—like before, hundreds of dense corpses appeared before their eyes.

Baptized by gunfire, they became even more terrifying than before, with chests, heads, and even arms suffering varying degrees of injury, but strangely, even though their heads were the zombie’s weak point, it had no effect now.

The warriors gritted their teeth and fired at the corpses again, but just as they fell, they would stand up again in the next second. Bullets and headshots had no effect on them at all.

Chen Feng stood aside, watching it all, and muttered to himself, "A similar control ability? These corpses are merely puppets, aren’t they?"

Professionals are diverse and strange.

Some can materialize abilities, like Xu Hongzhuang, who can manifest energy in the form of weapons. Others can transform into beasts, like Wei Xun’s half-beastman form, and beyond that, there are some unconventional ones.

Summoners, Puppet Masters, Beast Tamers, and Insect Control Masters all possess manipulation abilities.

But these corpses in front of us aren’t pure zombies, as Chen Feng could hardly feel any energy fluctuations from them.

Is it that this guy could only control such lowly creatures?

If that’s the case, they are just small fry.

Though these corpses look horrifying, they lack substantial strength; at most, they are brutish puppets.

Especially since Chen Feng saw clearly when those corpses fell, there was no blood inside them, and even if their abdomen was blasted, there were no internal organs. The bodies were not decayed, which implies someone has personally modified them.

Consequently, for this person to create these puppets, they dug out the organs of hundreds of corpses, oh no, perhaps even those of living people.

A silent ship.

A bustling ballroom.

Perhaps from the moment they boarded the ship, Chen Feng’s group had already fallen into someone’s plot. What then would be the fate of everyone else?

Would they also be made into puppets and placed here?

"Creak."

A sharp sound.

Chen Feng halted. He peered ahead; this wasn’t the sound of ordinary corpses moving because this was heavier, suggesting a much stronger body.

What was it?

Chen Feng scanned around; nothing behind, nothing on the left. Slowly, he moved his gaze to the right corner.

In ordinary circumstances, a force that strayed into this place, witnessing so many bizarre things, might have panicked already. But until now, Chen Feng remained calm, even showing some curiosity in his eyes.

Like a traveler in a new city, curious about everything outside.

Seven days.

Over a thousand miles, which in peaceful times seemed merely the distance of a city, yet in the apocalypse was a matter of life and death.

In his previous life, Chen Feng spent his whole life clinging to a small patch of land east of the bridge. But here, the unfamiliar sea, the unfamiliar ship, and even unfamiliar professionals.

He felt no panic, yet a faint sense of anticipation.

Chen Feng simply wished for this newly appeared toy to offer him a bit more novelty.

"Having checked both directions, there’s only one place left. Could it be there?" Chen Feng tilted his head, glancing to the right.

Sure enough...

Found you!

An ugly figure appeared at the corner, resembling a biological mass of a dozen humans mashed together—bloated, bizarre, and a bit disgusting.

A dozen corpses, bearing also a dozen faces, now revealing expressions that were resentful, joyful, absent, or excited, showcasing the myriad facets of life flickering in this monster.

A living being?

No, it wasn’t.

These faces bore only one fixed expression, indicating they, like the adjacent corpses, were specially crafted, subjected even to a second processing.

A perfect work of art.

Taboo and destruction.

Embodied in this monster’s form.

Crucially... Chen Feng sensed robust energy fluctuations from it.

Is it a monster made from the corpses of professionals? Or perhaps... does that Puppet Master have some ability to extract power, instilling strength into the puppet’s body after making it?

This certainly piqued Chen Feng’s interest.

This monster harbored the force of Silver Peak, crafted from human limbs intertwined, something only a madman could create—truly a twisted creature.

It bore limbs reminiscent of an Inferior Demon, nine in total, exuding a terrifying aura. The arms were deathly pale, yet the fingers were pitch black, clearly coated in poison.

On its body, the dozen human faces still bore varying expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, presenting the vicissitudes of life as though one might fall into the abyss, where a hundred ghosts paraded, clenching their teeth and claws.

Although these faces had different expressions, their gazes were rather vacant, yet even so, everyone felt as if they were being watched by dead eyes. The professionals coped relatively well, but the ordinary people began to panic a little, with palms sweating and a sense of fear creeping up.

It moved!

At this moment, the monster suddenly slid forward, tasked as the Guardian of this place to slaughter any intruding enemies.

The mass of corpses was merely a beginning.

And this possibly was the mastermind’s welcoming ceremony.

The monster was manipulated by unknown forces. First, it made a few feigning motions, then its body trembled, splaying its nine arms and charging toward the group.

Everyone was struck with alarm, but Chen Feng waved, and the surrounding warriors retreated a few steps knowingly.

This wasn’t the time for pledging loyalty. The warriors who sailed with Chen Feng had been through several battles with him, they knew better than anyone the destructive power this seemingly unimpressive leader could unleash in battle!

However, at this moment, Chen Feng allowed the monster to approach him, having no intention of dodging.

"Boom!"

A muffled explosion erupted, as ink-like black smoke clouds appeared before the monster, thrusting it away.

A graceful silhouette materialized before Chen Feng.

Elwin.

Since advancing to Gold, Chen Feng had always wanted to witness this Dark Elf’s abilities. As a Summoner, Chen Feng hadn’t forgotten what his true reliance was.

Elwin’s will no longer veered toward decay and death, but to a tangible dark power, which felt like the night sky devoid of stars, with an eerie sensation of pulling one into a swamp never to rise again.

At this moment, Elwin was not the same as before. Her once-lustful gaze now had a dreamlike haze, filled with primal fear, akin to the terror faced when alone in the dark as a child—a fear pure and inarticulate.

Her eyes, filled with dense battle intent, faced forward, having seen countless terrifying enemies in the Abyss. Thus, the monster before her couldn’t render her helpless.

Elwin hadn’t changed; she simply became stronger.

The Dark Elf symbolizes darkness, slaughter, death, and destruction.

Silence pervaded without light; the entire ballroom was enveloped in fear, with saliva steadily dripping on the ground, creating a solemn atmosphere that penetrated intensely to the heart.

"Don’t use arrows; let me see the new power you’ve mastered..."

The pitiful monster probably had no idea that its relied-upon body, in Chen Feng’s view, was merely a stepping stone for Elwin.