Chapter 460: Chapter 115: Every Loyalist of the Holy Empire Will Become a Strike Team
Qin Feng’s figure had just vanished into the dark, crisscrossing alleys of the Shimada District when the Tier Four Sakura Country Lord Player, afflicted with "Divine Gift: Permanent Poisoning," used the last of his strength to forcibly activate his emergency communication channel.
At that moment, the Divine Gift’s poison was madly devouring his life at a rate of 2% per second. The wound in his lower abdomen was still gushing blood tinged with the residual heat of the Holy Flame. His face was as pale as paper, his lips were chapped and peeling, and his breath came in ragged gasps as if he were being choked. Yet, the bone-deep horror and despair in his voice traveled through the communicator’s electrical current, exploding like a clap of thunder in the Divine Wind Association’s secret headquarters, located beneath Sakura Ginza.
This meeting room, buried a hundred meters underground and protected by both a special alloy and a runic barrier, was supposed to be the most fortified decision-making center for the Sakura Country player faction.
But now, the lights flickered, and the atmosphere was so heavy it had almost solidified.
A dozen or so high-ranking members of the Divine Wind Association sat around an oval conference table, dressed in black kimonos embroidered with a subtle cherry blossom pattern. Enchanted Samurai Swords hung at their waists. They had been quietly discussing a battle plan to launch a pincer attack on the Hua Country Plane with other domains, but the voice from the communicator instantly froze them all in place.
"Urgent... Urgent report!"
"It’s Tingfeng!"
"It’s him... He’s slaughtered his way into our Shimada Base!"
The Tier Four Sakura Country Lord Player’s voice trembled on the verge of death, each word seeming to be squeezed from between his teeth:
"He has another Divine Gift! It’s... it’s Divine Gift: Permanent Poisoning! It inflicts Percentage Health Loss! And it lasts forever! Only a Purification Technique of the same Divine Gift rank can handle it!"
What!?
Hearing this, the white-haired old man in the head seat, Oda Nobunaga, slammed the table and shot to his feet. The solid wood conference table hummed from the force of his Magic Power-infused palm strike, and most of the matcha in his cup splashed out, spreading a dark stain on the expensive washi paper.
He was the founder of the Divine Wind Association and had personally slain three Mythical Level Heaven’s Chosen Rulers. Yet at this moment, his face was ashen, his eyes filled with incredulous fury.
"Percentage Health Loss?"
"A permanent duration?"
"A Divine Gift can have that kind of power?"
"Tingfeng is just a Tier Three rookie Lord Player! How could he have mastered so many Divine Gifts! What nonsense are you spouting?"
The Tier Four Sakura Country Lord Player’s voice suddenly rose, a sob-filled roar piercing through the communicator’s static:
"It’s true!"
"Lord Nobunaga!"
"That insane poison stacks! He stabbed me twice! The first hit made me lose 1% per second! The second one jumped it straight to 2%! And it’s based on my Maximum Life Value! I have hundreds of thousands of health in total! I’m losing thousands every second! There’s no way to endure it!"
"The poison is still on me right now, and as long as I’m alive, I’ll keep losing 2% of my Life Value every second. There’s no stopping it!"
At this, a grim-faced female Ninja in a purple kimono abruptly stood up, the short blade at her waist letting out a "CLINK" as she moved.
"Divine Gift: Permanent Poisoning!?"
"Are you sure that’s the name of the Divine Gift that causes Percentage Health Loss!?"
She was the Divine Wind Association’s head of intelligence and had seen countless bizarre poison skills, but the words "Percentage Health Loss" still made her pupils contract.
"Almost every poison skill in the Lord World! They all do fixed numerical damage! What does Percentage Health Loss mean?"
"It means that even a Tier One Lord Player, as long as they have this insane ability, can slowly wear down and kill a Tier Four Lord Player!"
"Tingfeng is still just Tier Three, and he can already threaten our Tier Four Lord Players. When he reaches Tier Four..."
*Hiss!*
"It’s unthinkable!"
Another man, burly with a crew cut and bulging muscles, slammed the table and roared. He was the Divine Wind Association’s combat director, who once boasted of being the number one melee fighter in Sakura Country, but his face was now deathly pale.
"Isn’t the sickest part that it lasts forever, with absolutely no duration limit?"
"What the fuck is this thing!"
"So you’re saying if Tingfeng manages to hit us even once, we’ll be stuck with a debuff that causes Percentage Health Loss every second, and we’ll have to rely on constant Healing Techniques to counteract the health drain!"
"Normally, a poison like this should disappear on its own when we die. It shouldn’t still be active after Resurrection!"
"But that guy Tingfeng has the ’Divine Gift: Sealed Resurrection’ ability!"
"If he poisons us to death!"
"It means we’re probably dead for good!"
"Even the Lord’s Hall won’t be able to save us!"
When he finished, the meeting room instantly exploded into an uproar. The once-composed high-ranking members of the Divine Wind Association were now all thrown into chaos.
Someone fumbled and dropped the scroll in their hands. The papers detailing the battle plan scattered across the floor, but no one had the mind to pick them up.
Someone was clenching their fists so tightly their knuckles turned white. They were so tense that their nails dug into their palms, drawing blood.
Another person subconsciously took half a step back, their face filled with unconcealable panic, muttering to themselves:
"Impossible... This doesn’t follow the rules of the Lord World..."
Suddenly, Oda Nobunaga stood up, his furious roar overpowering all the noise:
"All of you, shut up!!!"
"Don’t panic!!!"
"Let’s figure this out together!!!"
He violently drew the Samurai Sword from his waist. The blade gleamed with a cold, blue light, but a closer look would reveal that Oda Nobunaga’s hand was trembling slightly.
He was a veteran Tier Four Lord Player, over eighty years old, who had survived numerous Plane Wars, including those at the national level. He had seen countless geniuses and monsters, but never had he encountered someone who could master such a rule-breaking ability.
