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Chapter 409: The Encirclement! The Plague Doctor Descends

As these words were spoken, the surroundings instantly fell into complete silence.

Everyone's gazes turned to him in shock, then shifted to look at the Eighth-Level Veteran whose head he had blown off with a single shot.

Even White Night's face revealed a trembling expression, instantly turning pale as a sheet.

"This can't be! What kind of joke is this!"

"You'd better look carefully! He is an Eighth-Level Veteran of our City of Night, the commander of Camp Three! How could Master Saint possibly be connected to the Plague Doctors!"

The crowd roared, several Night Doctors even wanting to rush over and fiercely interrogate Lynn.

But Lynn remained fixated on the Eighth-Level Veteran codenamed Saint, the dark muzzle of his gun still pointed at the man's head.

"There's no need to pretend anymore, Master Plague Doctor. You can't escape my eyes."

Drip—

Drops of black blood fell from the Night Doctor's forehead onto the ground.Trickles of viscous white brain matter mixed with blood left crisscrossing streaks across his plague doctor mask.

Everyone present held their breath in that moment.

Slowly.

Under the gaze of everyone, he extended a gloved finger, gently pinching a trace of the blood flowing from the bullet hole in his forehead, rubbing it thoughtfully. A hoarse voice emanated from behind the plague doctor mask.

"Truly worthy of being the one who suppressed the Matriarch's curse. You are indeed... extraordinary."

Buzz—

White Night's mind went almost completely blank in an instant.

He instinctively took a step back, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on the Saint before him, staring at this former mentor of his. In that moment, he even felt his breathing become labored.

"Senior Saint..."

Because those words almost amounted to him admitting his identity.

"Heh heh."

The lenses reflected White Night's face, now filled with wariness and trembling. From behind the plague doctor mask came that hoarse voice once more.

"Correct. I am what you would call... a Plague Doctor."

In an instant, the entire area erupted in uproar, everyone's faces turning deathly pale.

He slowly paced back and forth, saying:

"Though I don't understand how my identity was exposed, it no longer matters. Originally, I intended to lead you into our encirclement before killing you all, but since you've already arrived here..."

"Then this place..."

Click—

He slowly removed his plague doctor mask, revealing a slightly aged face, exposing those pitch-black eyes filled with murderous intent as dark as night.

"...isn't necessarily a bad burial ground either."

[Ding! You have triggered an unexpected hidden mission: Break Through the Encirclement!]

[Mission Objective]: Ensure you survive and escape the Plague Doctors' encirclement.

[Mission Description]: By the time you realized this person's identity, you had already stepped into the Plague Doctors' encirclement. You will soon face the long-planned attack by the Plague Doctors and the Flesh and Blood Cult. Whether you can break through the encirclement is key to your survival. Please note, because you have previously killed a Plague Doctor, during this event, you will be the primary target of the Plague Doctor faction's focused assassination attempts!

[Mission Reward]: Base experience 10,000, Black Skull Coins 8, special reward x1

Almost the instant the system mission was triggered.

White Night's eyes instantly blazed with fury, mixed with the disbelief of betrayal, shock and trembling. He threw a punch directly at Saint's chest.

"You betrayed... everyone?!"

Boom—

That punch was too fast.

So fast it almost instantly struck Saint's chest, the terrifying force even causing the surrounding ground to instantly crack.

But the moment that punch landed on Saint's body, his form directly transformed into billowing black mist, vanishing on the spot.

White Night angrily snapped his head up.

From all directions came Saint's hoarse and distant voice rumbling through.

"White Night, you are the student I painstakingly brought up. The character and beliefs you hold in your heart have always been the ones I most admired."

"But White Night, in the Dark World, where is there any such thing as justice?"

"After you learn the truth, you'll find that those ethereal ideals are laughable, as fragile as a piece of window paper that can be torn at will."

"And only chaos and distortion are the true themes of this world."

In an instant.

They saw on both sides of the valley, one after another figures wearing pale crow masks emerging.

Their attire was almost identical to that of the Night Doctors, the only difference being the plague doctor masks on their heads. The Night Doctors' masks were as black as night, while theirs were as pale as bone.

Long black robes enveloped their bodies, the only visible parts being the blood-red tentacles like those of an octopus winding out from beneath the robe hems.

The white that stood in opposition to the Night Doctors' black—that was the symbol of the Plague Doctors, representing an eternal divergence from the Night Doctors' ideals!

And in that moment.

Everyone trembled as they saw the Eighth-Level Veteran slowly materializing from the black mist, seeing the condescending pity and indifference in his eyes.

"Die, everyone..."

Almost the instant he finished those four words, countless swelling green cysts descended upon them from all directions of the valley like falling meteors.

Mid-air, those green cysts exploded violently, the putrid green smoke instantly obscuring their entire field of vision.

"Retreat!!"

White Night suddenly turned his head, roaring as he extended his hand.

He reacted with the utmost speed, his body almost instantly transforming into the form of the Evil Spirit. In that moment, he actually managed to cast a layer of dark cursed arts protection over every Night Doctor present.

"White Night, it's useless. You are the student I brought up. Though you have indeed surpassed your teacher, to deal with you, we have long prepared many countermeasures."

Saint's voice drifted down from above the smoke like a hoarse wind.

Buzz—

The moment his words fell.

The entire valley echoed with sharp, ear-piercing shrieks.

Those sounds crawled into your ears like madly scrambling maggots, uncontrollably and endlessly burrowing toward your brain.

The instant White Night heard those sounds, his pupils instantly filled with blood, turning red. His expression trembled violently, then he abruptly reached up and grabbed his own head.

Amidst those eerie shrieks.

A voice he absolutely could not let go of echoed in his mind.

That voice from when he was at his most desperate and resentful, the voice that had completely perished in the collapsing school building while trying to redeem him.

"I saved you, why won't you save me?"

"I pulled you out of that cursed death loop, why couldn't you lend me a hand?"

"Now you've become the youngest Eighth-Level Veteran in Nightfall City, while I lie dead without a burial place. Is this the result you wanted? I hate you, I hate you!!"

That voice kept whispering madly, incessantly, within his mind.