novelraw Chapter 142: The pre-meal appetizers are over, now comes the real main course!
Chapter 142: The pre-meal appetizers are over, now comes the real main course!
The crowd of ghosts turned to look, indeed, on the figure atop the distant motorcycle, five black tentacles swayed with the wind. The terrifying thing is, on those tentacles, were wrapped various ghost objects.
That baseball bat is fine, it’s nothing special. But the worst of the other ghost objects was actually an electric saw.
"This is impossible, how could he possibly control so many ghost objects at the same time, and several of them are Fierce-level, where did he get so much ghost energy from!" One evil ghost was in disbelief.
It’s not difficult to drive ghost objects beyond one’s level, as long as enough ghost energy is input, Fierce-level ghost can still drive Soldier-level ghost objects.
For example, the sword sent by the kimono woman, basic activation only requires a thousand points of ghost energy, as long as the ghost energy is sufficient, it can be used normally.
However, the problem is that a thousand points of ghost energy can only exert the most basic power, and it will be exhausted after a single slash, what’s the use of this?
Therefore, most of the time, using ghost objects one level beyond one’s own is already the limit.
And Alexander is controlling five powerful ghost objects at the same time, this is too crazy! It’s impossible for such a powerful person to exist, he must be bluffing!
The more this evil ghost thought about it, the more he affirmed his own judgment, and boldly said: "Don’t worry, this guy is just bluffing us!
His realm is not as high as ours, but he has so many powerful ghost objects, let alone using them, it’s doubtful whether he can even drive them! Let’s all go together, kill him, and all these ghost objects will be ours..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the evil ghost widened his eyes in astonishment.
In his eyes, it was absolutely impossible for Alexander, who supposedly didn’t have enough ghost energy to drive so many ghost objects simultaneously, to stuff two pieces of chocolate into his mouth, followed by a surge of ghost energy from his body, and all five ghost objects were driven at once.
The nearest evil ghost, who also held the same mindset as him, convinced that Alexander was just bluffing and didn’t have the ability, was planning to attack Alexander.
However, he was immediately torn apart by the five ghost objects and rolled up by the tentacles and directly collected into the ghost bead.
"Holy shit! He can really drive them!" The evil ghost who initially didn’t believe in Alexander’s ability screamed, trying to turn the motorcycle around, but it was too late, and in just a blink, he was wrapped up like several other companions.
Without a doubt, these evil ghosts had no resistance in front of Alexander.
If it were under normal circumstances, these evil ghosts were numerous and could cause some trouble to Alexander with their numerical advantage. But this was a death race, and they were on motorcycles. They didn’t even have the ability to resist and could only be killed one by one.
"How many more are there?" After another undoubted massacre, Alexander asked.
"Counting! There were more than four hundred in total, and now 107 have been dealt with, and there are probably over three hundred left. Boss, you wouldn’t plan to kill all these evil ghosts, would you?" Richard’s voice trembled a bit, it’s unclear if he was terrified or excited.
"Killing them all is not realistic, after all, we have to compete for the ranking, I don’t want to leave you here. Besides, these evil ghosts are just appetizers before the meal, let’s go ahead and deal with those stronger guys later!" Alexander said, once again driving the Golden Motorcycle towards the front at high speed.
The golden motorbike streaked a long golden afterimage on the mountain race track, speeding through each consecutive bend without the slightest decrease in speed.
This is what sets the golden motorbike apart from the others, and also where Alexander’s confidence lies: autopilot.
Among all the motorbikes in this race, only Richard is a real ghost.
The others, whether they are soldier-level Blade Ghosts, Burnt Ghosts, or that Drowned Ghost, all ride motorbikes that are devoid of consciousness.
Both are ghost motorbikes with the same capabilities, but one is an artificial intelligence, the other is a rigid program setting. Can the effects be the same?
Using autopilot in flat areas might still be feasible, but wanting to use it on the race track is courting death!
Alexander holds an absolute advantage in terms of motorbikes. The autopilot mode is completely controlled by Richard. Richard is an absolute motorbike enthusiast, so he controls it naturally and easily, even in the most dangerous turns without slowing down.
At this point, they’ve only covered less than one-tenth of the thousand-kilometer track. Here, Alexander commanded Richard to slow down slightly. After all, there are not only participants on this track, but also quite a few traps.
Even Alexander has slowed down, so the other participants’ speeds are definitely slower. Soon, Alexander saw a motorbike team of more than a dozen people.
"Doctor Charles!" Before Alexander could take action against these people, JUWEL’s familiar voice, filled with surprise, rang out: "You really got out, I said those wastes couldn’t stop you, hey, what is this, what kind of outfit is this?"
Alexander was somewhat embarrassed. He hadn’t noticed JUWEL earlier, and he didn’t expect to meet an acquaintance here.
His current image was indeed a bit unsightly.
Since everyone was acquainted, it wouldn’t be right to attack. Just as Alexander felt that his current tentacle monster image was a bit embarrassing, he heard JUWEL excitedly saying,
"Tentacle monster, how did I not think of that! Doctor Charles, where did you get these tentacles from? Get me some too, my God, I can’t imagine, could my writing speed become even faster?"
Good lord, he was too crazy. He must have lost himself in writing his novel!
Alexander was filled with emotion. Since the race was still ongoing, he quickly greeted JUWEL and sped away.
After dealing with seven waves of evil ghosts again and avoiding more than ten traps.
Most of the contestants had already been killed by him and transformed into ghost food. The contestants he encountered gradually stopped clustering together. Alexander finally decided to stop harvesting these ghosts.
The pre-meal appetizers are over, now comes the real main course!