Chapter 150 - This is my answer.
"How did you know my face?"
Al-Baghdadi was intrigued.
They didn't even know each other, and they had no information about each other. How could someone know his own face when they couldn't even take pictures of each other?
"Although AbuBakar, of course, didn't allow anyone to take a picture of me."
He waited with great curiosity, but the answer he received was perplexing.
"Alone."
"What?"
"I can just know it."
If it were his younger self, he would have drawn his weapon at that response, but Al-Baghdadi had patience.
"Are you trying to provoke me? It's useless. I don't have the ability to..."
"Don't talk nonsense. Just say what you want to say. I'll give you the chance to speak."
Though brazen, Al-Baghdadi restrained himself.
He was the leader of EI.
Dealing with the enemy's machinations was not easy.
"The pulpit is amazing. How can you be so arrogant in front of so many people?"
"Is that all you have to say?"
"Actually, I responded to your call because I have a proposal."
"Come on, listen."
Al-Baghdadi spoke directly, ignoring the looks from surrounding players.
"Join me. Dedicate yourself to EI and surrender to God. Then, you won't have to worry about the next round. You won't have anxiety. God, the only god, will show you the way."
"..."
Unlike Ryu Min, who showed no reaction, Victor, hidden in the building listening to the conversation, had to cover his mouth in surprise.
"What, will you join? It won't be for God, but for you. Besides, a tiger can't join a cat, right?"
"Tiger... Do you really think someone like you can be considered that?"
"Well, maybe not. But one thing is certain. This guy leading EI is less than a mouse in comparison. Anyone would think that seeing how he acts, leaving his body as a substitute while withdrawing. Isn't that so?"
"Hmph. You should acknowledge my ability at least as much as your tongue."
Now, Al-Baghdadi frowned, unable to contain himself any longer.
"Do you really have no intention of joining me?"
"I've told you several times. Can't you understand it with words? Do you want me to demonstrate it with actions?"
The edge of Ryu Min's scythe flashed in an instant, cutting AbuBakar's neck.
Thud-
The leader of Boko Haram ascended to the underworld in an instant.
"This is my answer. Little mouse."
"From the beginning, I had no intention of using him as a hostage."
Al-Baghdadi, as if not worth continuing the conversation, turned and said:
"Let's see if your ability is as good as your tongue."
As he walked through the crowd, players approached him as if surrounding him.
"Kill him. Leave no piece of flesh."
As soon as the order was given, hundreds of people rushed towards Ryu Min.
Looking at the members armed with rifles, Ryu Min smiled behind his mask.
"As expected, you only brought players, didn't you?"
If they were simple ordinary members, he would have killed them without mercy, but now that he knew they were players, he decided to show them some consideration.
"They are like items, anyway. It would be a pity to kill them so easily."
The players were lucky.
Because Ryu Min decided to take it easy on them.
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Victor, who was hidden in the building observing the situation, repeatedly clenched and opened his hands.
My palms were already sweaty.
'Has it finally begun? I'm very nervous.'
Black Scythe's skills were reliable, but you never know.
There could be something called a variable.
'Huh?'
But there was something strange.
None of the gathered gang members had a weapon.
All they do is dress in outdated clothes and use weapons.
Victor's eyes widened when he realized too late.
'Seo, are they all players?'
I'm not sure, but the number seems to be around 500.
"Are there so many players sacrificing themselves for EI?"
I got goosebumps.
If it were me, I could have handled only one or two people, but there were more than 500 people.
'Are you okay, Black Scythe? 'Is he a player and not an ordinary person?'
The sound of weapons clashing can be heard, but it can't be seen due to the angle.
Are you fighting properly or not?
Victor turned his head to an Asian woman who seemed to be Black Scythe's colleague.
"What's your name? What is your name."
Yamti responded, understanding simple English.
"Me? I'm Yamti. My name is Yamti."
"Yamti? Well. Yamti. Can Black Scythe win? What do you think?"
"What is he saying now? Ha... ."
Yamti sighed as the conversation soon ended.
"Listen carefully, Mr. Alchemist. You may not understand, but I'm frustrated, so I'll say what I have to say. Judging by your expression, you seem anxious, but trust Black Scythe. There's nothing we can do to help. The only thing we can do is stay here and wait for the leader of EI."
"What? EI? Could they win?"
When Victor, who understood the word EI, asked, Yamti spoke hesitantly.
"Black Scythe told me to wait because he would bring the leader of EI here. So don't worry. As long as we catch the leader of EI, there won't be any problem."
She told him not to worry, but for some reason, Victor's expression seemed darker than before.
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Clap clap clap!
Kak-kang-Kang-kang!
All kinds of skills concentrated on a single target.
No matter how high your level is, it will be impossible to avoid skills coming from all directions.
That's what he thought.
Until you see it with your own eyes.
"Are you still holding on?"
Al-Baghdadi looked at the time with surprised eyes.
It's been 5 minutes.
Normally, it's normal to be dead.
But, let alone a corpse, he still fights vigorously.
'Doesn't he hold the number 1 spot for no reason?'
Al-Baghdadi brought 500 of the 800 soldiers.
And that's all just players.
"Players have to deal with players."
The decision was made that it would be better for a player with a terminal illness to die rather than a common soldier.
It was also decreed that this was enough to kill him.
That's what I thought at that moment.
But now my thoughts have changed.
'Isn't bringing so many troops enough?'
I know that most of them are level 40, so there is a significant level difference.
However, I didn't know that hundreds of people would not be able to inflict even a scratch on a single person.
'If we can't get him, we'll try to kill him. But even that is not easy.'
Definitely, it's dangerous.
Leaving that guy alive.
Even if we have to eliminate all the players, we must tear him to death right here.
'The lucky thing is that he seems to be having quite a bit of trouble.'
The opponent is just defending with the scythe and not counterattacking at all.
He really seemed busy blocking and dodging.
'Eventually, the situation will change in our favor. He shouldn't have infinite resistance since he's also human.'
However, as the battle drags on, there are no signs of improvement.
It's amazing that there are no deaths, considering it's a 500 versus 1 showdown, even if the number of people facing him is predetermined.
'But still, it's impressive. He can block and dodge perfectly even when multiple attack simultaneously.'
With that skill, he could even dodge bullets.
Does a player who can dodge bullets become a subordinate?
It can't be underestimated.
'If he had sworn allegiance to God, I might have given him AbuBakar's place... but what a pity.'
Perhaps he was someone with the potential to carry out even an attack on the Pentagon, but it's regrettable that he has to be killed in this place.
'And now what? We need to kill him, but his ability is not something to be underestimated.'
Looking at Black Scythe who was still fighting, Al-Baghdadi suddenly felt chills all over his body.
It was because their gazes met during the fight.
'Does he have time to look at me?'
In that moment of internal surprise.
Puk, puk, puk!
The sound of flesh tearing and spears piercing echoed.
It's not that Black Scythe was stabbed by other players.
"We killed Black Scythe!"
The players who won cheered.
Al-Baghdadi's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Did the guy who had been defending so well die carelessly?
'Did he dare to look at me, and that's what happened to him?'
The surprise soon turned into a smile.
Fortunately, the potential problem that could have posed in the future has been eliminated.
"Hehehe, being number 1 in the ranking wasn't a big deal. To die so foolishly while being distracted."
The mocking laughter filled the scene.
"Uh!"
Someone grabbed his back forcefully.
Dragged by a powerful force, Al-Baghdadi floated in the air.
Kwachang!
He entered through the window of a building, clutching his waist and groaning.
"Oh..."
As if someone had grabbed and thrown him into the building.
"Ugh, what the hell...?"
At that moment.
Swoosh-
Al-Baghdadi's expression froze as he saw the presence that appeared in the air.
None other than Black Scythe, who he thought had died as a corpse.
"Mr. Black Scythe!"
Ryu Min pointed at Al-Baghdadi and gave instructions.
"Control that guy."
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The players laughed as they looked at Black Scythe splattered with blood due to the numerous blades.
"We killed him, we finally killed this heretic."
"We, we killed Black Scythe!"
Even before the world reached this state, they had already pledged allegiance to EI and been reborn as even stronger warriors called players.
Representing God, they became the divine warriors who eliminated other heretics.
And so, they killed Black Scythe, who could be considered the greatest enemy of EI.
Smiles bloomed on the faces of the organization members.
But that was only for a moment.
"Eh?"
In an instant, Black Scythe's corpse disappeared like a mirage.
Unaware that it was a projection, they tried to search for the body with perplexed faces.
"What happened?"
"Did someone accidentally erase the traces?"
"If they did, admit your mistake honestly!"
There was no rest in their search for the corpse.
Even finding the whereabouts of Al-Baghdadi turned out to be a problem.
Since everyone was so absorbed in the defeat of Black Scythe that they didn't see Al-Baghdadi flying.
That's when Al-Baghdadi appeared from somewhere.
"What's all this commotion?"
"Oh, leader."
As the leader of EI approached, the players lowered their weapons and made way for him like the Red Sea.
"What's going on that you're so excited about?"
"A moment ago, we defeated Black Scythe, but somehow his body disappeared."
"And why does that matter?"
"Eh?"
"That the body disappears is not important. What's important is that you killed Black Scythe anyway."
Al-Baghdadi declared victory with a wide smile.
"You've defeated our biggest stumbling block. You, the proud warriors of God!"
"Waaaa!"
"Oh, God! Today, too, we have removed obstacles! Please praise us."
"We always thank you for protecting us."
"With this, we are one step closer to paradise!"
Al-Baghdadi, smiling as if encouraging rejoicing, raised his hand to calm the crowd.
"Now that Black Scythe has disappeared, only justice remains to be executed. Before that, redistribute the items in your teams and inventories. Everything to the ground without leaving anything!"
"Yes."
The order of the leader of EI was absolute.
If he ordered to die, they had to die; if he ordered to live, they had to live; if he ordered to surrender, they had to surrender.
It was a reasonable measure to collect and redistribute items to prepare for the terrorism that was being prepared.
Therefore, the players dropped their items.
From the equipment they were wearing to the items in their inventories.
Soon, the field turned into a paradise of items.
Even by just dropping the equipment of around 500 people, more than 3000 items accumulated.
"Those who have dropped their items, move to the side."
By becoming poor, Al-Baghdadi moved the organization members to one side of the field.
It was a measure to prevent them from retrieving the items.
Because...
"Well done. Now, you must die."
"Eh?"
They must die for Black Scythe.
While Al-Baghdadi triumphantly laughed, a sound was heard from somewhere.
Kiiiiing-
It was a clear and crisp sound.
At the same time, a bright light covered the players one by one.