Chapter 688 - : Wearing a Mask?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

In the building where the Pious Guild players were located.

Fang Heng descended from the sky and returned to his human form.

Chu Yan became nervous again and looked at Fang Heng.

"I guess your Holy Court has also triggered various missions related to the magic array." Fang Heng looked at Chu Yan and asked, "What missions did you accept?"

"The main mission is to kill the zombie team in Victoria City. There are many other missions to choose from, such as protecting the branch nodes of the magic array, repairing the magic array, transporting materials, capturing the central building of the vampires, and so on..."

Through the mask, Fang Heng stared at Chu Yan and said, "Very good. There is one thing that I need your help with. After this, I will give you a corresponding reward. You can choose to accept it, or you can leave now."

Chu Yan said, "Can I know what it is?"

Fang Heng leaned over and whispered in Chu Yan's ear.

Chu Yan was puzzled. "What do you want those things for?"

"It shouldn't be too difficult for you to collect these things. Frankly speaking, vampires have never liked these things. In addition, I'm not familiar with this place, so I can only rely on you. Also, if you can return to the Holy Court and report to me about the Holy Court's movements at any time, that would be even better."

"Are you asking me to be a mole?"

"This matter is more or less risky. I won't force you. Of course, you can refuse. But I promise that if you help me, you will definitely get more than if you help the Holy Court."

Chu Yan's eyelids twitched. He quickly weighed the gains and losses. He waved his hand and signaled his subordinates to leave the building.

"How do you plan to deal with the Holy Court? What I said before is not a bluff. The Holy Court in the nearby area has already gathered toward the central building of the vampires..."

As he said this, Chu Yan was stunned.

He suddenly realized something and asked, "You plan to place the explosives in the central building?"

Chu Yan quickly frowned and refuted his guess. "No, the people of the Holy Court have already gathered and are rushing toward the building. It will take a long time to collect and transport the explosives. You don't have that much time."

"Stop guessing. You'll find out soon." Fang Heng shook his head. "Also, send a trustworthy person to follow me and keep in contact with me. I need to keep track of the Holy Court's movements at all times..."

"Nine, eight, seven..."

In the basement of the vampires' building, Fang Heng was counting down softly.

"One!"

Alchemy magic arrays gradually appeared around Fang Heng's feet. The Lickers and the zombie clones were resurrected one after another.

Using the Lickers to deal with the Holy Court shouldn't be a big problem. However, there was still a big risk.

Fang Heng frowned slightly again.

"Hey, Fang Heng, what are you thinking about? Why do you look so absent-minded?"

Sandy was sitting on the stone block under the stone pillar. He was reading a collection of contemporary famous paintings that he had asked the vampires to help him look for. He glanced at Fang Heng from the corner of his eyes.

"Hmm..." Fang Heng lowered his head and thought, "I encountered a small problem."

Would there be a problem if the Lickers were exposed to the Holy Court and the players?

He could control the Lickers, so it was easy for others to associate him with Fang Heng in District 8.

Then, others might guess that he had the ability to enter and exit the game at any time.

Mo Yunxiao had warned him repeatedly.

Unless it was absolutely necessary, do not expose your ability to directly communicate with the game world.

"Oh ho? You're in trouble, aren't you?"

Sandy blinked, closed the book in his hand, and jumped down from the stone pillar. "Come, tell me your confusion. Devout artist, the great god of art will grant you strength. Trust me."

"Huh?"

Fang Heng raised his head and looked at Sandy.

He didn't have much hope for Sandy, but he still said, "The trouble is this. It's too conspicuous to directly control these Lickers to deal with the Holy Court. People would connect me to Fang Heng from District 8."

"Well..." Sandy blinked his eyes, looking puzzled. "Isn't this good? Doesn't this mean that District 8 is very strong? This is a matter of showing off, isn't it good?"

"No, it's very bad."

Fang Heng shook his head repeatedly.

There was no other way. Time was tight at the moment. Unless he gave up everything and retreated immediately, Fang Heng could not think of any other way.

Under the current situation in Victoria City, the difference in strength between the vampires and the Holy Court was too great.

However, things had already developed to this point. With such a large wave of benefits in front of his eyes, should he give up now?

Fang Heng believed that he could not do it.

Well, looking on the bright side, it was not certain that his true identity would be discovered.

Others might have doubts, but they might not be able to confirm them.

He should try his best to be careful and think of a way to muddle through.

Fang Heng pondered in his heart.

"I see." Sandy touched his chin and thought for a moment. His eyes lit up, and he coughed softly. He pretended to pose and said, "Fang Heng, the great god of art has already enlightened me."

"Huh?"

Fang Heng was about to act recklessly when he heard Sandy's words.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I have a way. The god of art is omnipotent. It has given me some enlightenment, but it is not perfect yet." Sandy's face was full of self-satisfaction. He looked at Fang Heng and said, "I want to get some sacrifices."

Fang Heng understood.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

"Great." Sandy flipped to one of the pages of the contemporary art appreciation album and pointed at the painting on it, "This is it. You must get this painting for me. It is the most suitable sacrifice for the god of art. Besides, the prison's exhibition hall is still a little small. I suggest that we can expand it when we go back..."

"Okay." Fang Heng nodded. "I promise you will get it. Let's talk about how to solve it first."

"Deal!"

Sandy snapped his fingers and looked excited. He explained, "It's actually very simple. We can put on masks and change our appearance. Lickers can do it too."

"Huh?"

The two Lickers walked to Fang Heng's side and lay on the ground obediently.

Fang Heng pointed at it and said suspiciously, "You mean to put a mask on it?"

"Hehe, almost." Sandy smiled proudly. "Fang Heng, don't you think that Lickers are very similar to a certain creature?"

Fang Heng frowned and carefully looked at the Lickers by his feet.

"Is it? What is it?"

"Yes! It's a ghoul! Ghoul!"

Sandy became a little excited, "I've read many books of the Holy Court. According to the description of the Holy Court, it's a creature that exists in the death realm. It has the characteristic of being unable to be killed. Look, isn't it similar to your Lickers? Hmm, you probably don't understand the death realm. You can understand it as a higher dimensional world."

Death realm?

Fang Heng indicated that he had heard of it.

He even knew that the Necromancer Association had a crevice leading to the death realm.

However, he had never heard of ghouls.