Chapter 349: Meeting the God of Slaughter’s Beloved Again

Chapter 349: Chapter 349: Meeting the God of Slaughter’s Beloved Again

After a moment of observation, she realized she was no stranger to the Divine this Player served.

The God of Slaughter.

Seraphina Sullivan had an unforgettable experience with one of this Divine’s "Beloved."

The source of power for Maxim—that tyrant from the Death Arena who treated brutal combat as an art form—was the God of Slaughter himself.

And this one before her...

[Name: Solomon Ennis] (Beloved of the God of Slaughter)

[Gender: Male]

[Level: Level 3]

[Professional Skills]:

1. Titan Power: Possesses terrifying power and physical defense far exceeding that of an ordinary person. Can activate his bloodline for a short time, transforming into the astonishingly destructive [Titan Giant] form!

2. Slaughter Art (Power of the Beloved): The signature Ability of a Beloved of Slaughter.

Can materialize his accumulated "Killing Intent," using Mimicry to form various lethal weapons, traps, or environmental effects.

As the user’s strength and accumulated kills increase, this Ability can be expanded into a small domain-type skill—the [Slaughter Playground]. Within this domain, Solomon Ennis’s slaughter techniques will gain total control, and he can even twist the rules within the domain to a certain extent.

[Weaknesses: Arrogant and conceited, with a surprising amount of confidence in his own strength.]

[Status: Hunt Mode]

When she saw the description for the [Slaughter Art] Talent,

Seraphina Sullivan immediately recalled the strange, cruel Space of the Death Arena, which seemed to have its own set of rules.

Perhaps the arena Maxim controlled was, in essence, the manifestation of this [Slaughter Art] Talent developed to an extremely high level!

A "playground" where one could create rules and dictate life and death!

This was definitely a dangerous individual.

Not just because of his strength, but because of the Divine behind him and that malevolent Talent.

Beside her, when Dustin Sullivan and Julian Shaw saw Solomon Ennis standing atop the water tower—arms crossed, dressed in a tight black combat suit, a vicious scar on his face—their expressions changed almost simultaneously, revealing clear apprehension and disgust.

"Of all the places to run into this psycho!"

Julian Shaw cursed under his breath, his tone unprecedentedly grave.

"Now we’re in trouble,"

Dustin Sullivan’s gaze turned cold.

"Looks like we won’t just be facing the threat of zombies and the Aggregation. We’ll also have to be on constant guard against a surprise attack from this ’Player Killer.’"

Hearing their conversation, Seraphina Sullivan turned and asked, "You know this person?"

Trevor Tanner’s face was pale, his voice tight with tension.

"Know him? We more than know him... That guy’s name is Solomon Ennis. Back when the apocalypse in our world hadn’t fully erupted, when there were only sporadic abnormal incidents and Players awakening, he was already a notorious thug and a wanted criminal!

He was said to be psychologically twisted even before all this, taking pleasure in killing others.

After becoming a Player and gaining power, he became even worse, completely unrestrained!

He especially likes to seek out stronger Players for a ’challenge,’ but in reality, he just gets his kicks from torturing and killing them. His methods are extremely cruel!"

Coco Sullivan also subconsciously moved a little closer to Dustin Sullivan.

Her small face was filled with nervousness. "Brother, should we... retreat for now? Get far away from this guy? Not only is he ridiculously strong, but I heard he also has a particularly disgusting and troublesome item..."

Dustin Sullivan nodded and took over, explaining to Seraphina Sullivan in a low voice.

"Solomon Ennis has a special item called the [Slave Whip]. It’s said to be loot he obtained after torturing and killing a female Player in his early days. That whip is extremely vile. Anyone struck by it doesn’t just suffer excruciating pain.

They also experience an... uncontrollable, twisted pleasure amidst the agony. Their minds are gradually eroded and controlled by the wielder, until they eventually become ’captives’ who willingly submit to his enslavement, even helping him attack others. It’s become his signature weapon for torture and slaughter."

After listening, Seraphina Sullivan felt a chill run up her spine and couldn’t help but shiver.

"The effect of that item... is too sick."

This went completely beyond the scope of normal combat, filled with the malicious intent of mental corruption and personality destruction.

"Tell me about it," Julian Shaw said through clenched teeth, his gaze toward Solomon Ennis filled with vigilance and hostility.

"He’s a monster in human skin. Being targeted by him is more trouble than being surrounded by zombies."

Solomon Ennis’s appearance instantly cast an even more dangerous and uncertain shadow over the already complicated situation.

A powerful, psychologically twisted enemy with a vile item was nearby.

The threat he posed might even be greater than the "Large Group·Aggregation" growing below.

Should they remain here, searching for a chance to kill the special zombie under the watchful eyes of multiple threats?

Or should they retreat for now and avoid this unpredictable menace, Solomon Ennis?

Before they could make a choice, Sean Chandler’s low voice rang out.

"I don’t think there’s any need to hesitate. That guy... he’s already spotted us. And he’s sensed our presence."

At his words, everyone’s gaze instantly focused on the lone-wolf figure in the distance.

Sure enough, Solomon Ennis was grinning, revealing an unconcealed, bloodthirsty smile.

He even raised a hand and gave a casual wave in their direction.

The gesture was as relaxed as if he were greeting old friends.

But combined with his almost tangible killing intent, it was exceptionally horrifying.

"Well, well, what a small world!"

Solomon Ennis’s voice wasn’t particularly loud, yet it strangely pierced through the considerable distance and the din of the zombies below, reaching their ears clearly.

It carried a mocking tone, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"I never thought I’d run into acquaintances in this shithole of a zombie nest! Isn’t this our famous ’Little Sword Immortal’ and ’The Sky-Walker’? A pleasure, a pleasure!"

A look of clear confusion appeared on Seraphina Sullivan’s face as she subconsciously glanced at Dustin Sullivan and Julian Shaw beside her.

"Little Sword Immortal?"

"The Sky-Walker?"

Apparently, these nicknames—which sounded both chuuni and somewhat honorific—referred to the two of them.

It seemed they weren’t exactly nobodies in their original worlds or within the Player community.

Dustin Sullivan’s and Julian Shaw’s expressions instantly stiffened.

Julian Shaw’s lips, in particular, twitched as he muttered under his breath, "...Who the hell came up with that stupid nickname."

"Now is not the time to be discussing this!"

Dustin Sullivan quickly suppressed a trace of embarrassment, his gaze as sharp as a sword, fixed on Solomon Ennis.

Solomon Ennis seemed to enjoy their somewhat awkward and wary reactions. His smile widened, revealing stark white teeth.

"Today really is my lucky day. Not only did I encounter such an ’interesting’ special zombie, but I also happened to run into two people on my ’kill list’... Hmm, maybe it’s more than two now. The new friend looks quite delicious too."