Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1870: Bloody Region 50

"I can't help but wonder how the boss is faring on his end?"

Jie Kui rested against a sturdy tree, his gaze sharply watching the area around them.

Shi Kangbu, Helsky, Yang Tuo, and the rest close by stayed quiet. They had no way to respond to that either.

Since these individuals had stuck with Ye Zhongming, their point totals soared high, pushing their positions into the top five hundred spots. Yet, gearing up for the upcoming round, they'd burned through a good chunk of those, including gains from peddling gear. Still, not a single one dropped under the thousandth place.

This twist of fate let them remain as a unit, avoiding any split-up. Just that one aura warrior, holding a bit more points, had leaped into the top five hundred all of a sudden, leaving him out of their circle.

Without realizing it, the setup felt like some intentional design, isolating the sole holdout who hadn't joined the group's scheme.

Maybe the prior clashes boosted their boldness, and with the bulk of the squad intact, they picked Zone 47.

Though Zizikaba never spelled it out, all understood that zones numbering higher meant tougher challenges.

"With He by the captain's side, things ought to be fine. The captain... he's incredibly powerful." The Fengkan race's shield warrior, Acha by name, hesitated like he was dredging up a memory, then stressed, "Truly powerful."

Everyone chuckled. Initially, it rang true, but soon it struck them as too plain to state.

Would the captain lack power? Without it, how could he lead? Why follow someone inferior? That went without saying.

Acha got flustered: "I'm serious! In that day's fight, I bashed a foe back with my shield, but the captain's fist dropped him to his knees. I overlooked it then, but it hit me later during the break. Yeah, it was the one Fasikeda finished off!"

Fasikeda was the magnetic Jin race aura warrior missing from their midst.

All recognized his blunt, sincere ways. Spotting his worried look, they hastily bobbed heads in support.

The captain's might went beyond mere brute force over yours. It shone in his... all-around skills.

This view settled in their thoughts. Folks who'd witnessed Ye Zhongming in action figured, from the Star-Eye Clan, he'd excel as an assassin, slayer, or front-liner. Yet he handled distant strikes, up-close brawls, raw power, or mind tricks—and not merely okay, but masterful across the board!

"Okay, time to ready our gear. Prey won't keep us waiting long."

Jie Kui smacked his palms together and gave Helsky a nod. Without Ye Zhongming, the pair co-commanded the squad. Their aim now: a potent parasite lurking here, an elite grown Slave Race bug. The log marked it at more than five hundred points!

As for this crew, fresh from kill-spree wins, turning predator... don't mistake it for a shift in their ways. They simply saw that, points drained heavy, random slaying offered poor returns. They held out for the last phase.

Since ranks five hundred to a thousand picked from three zones, crowds flocked to easier Zone 45. Thus, their spot in Zone 47 felt sparse. The group wrapped the takedown clean, claiming the score.

As their tallies climbed, Ye Zhongming's spot grew dicey.

Chase still hounded him.

Not grudge-driven; his fat points and deep red tag drew it.

Whatever excuses backed his kills, they couldn't mask the body count. Ye Zhongming topped red-names by points now.

What crossed minds spotting him? Even if not the biggest killer, he'd offed prime targets; else, how snag such haul?

This puzzle haunted top-fifty aces like a hex. Add their greed for his score, and some staked out spots, lurking for his spawn.

Though drop points shifted, they spread thin, patrolling close, eyes peeled. Else, twenty or thirty elites might've swarmed him on arrival.

Fleeing, the Cloud Peak King fretted over He, cursing his rotten break. Rules flipped too fast, after all.

Solo, facing that horde proved impossible.

To ditch the hunters, Ye Zhongming dove into a parasite duo's domain.

A mated pair, True Color No. 3 parasites called Siha.

The log valued this twosome at over 1,400 points combined!

Siha resembled frog-like beings in looks, yet no water-dwellers; true ground beasts they were. Their huge frames sprawled like mini jets, armored in dense scales. Back humps rose a meter, pipe-shaped voids spewing black-purple mist, stinking rotten.

Fanged maws, whipping tongues, rear whips, mesmerizing calls, back poison clouds, duo hunts—these horrors defined Siha.

Fresh faces aside, even alien race heavies treaded wary around them.

Zizikaba ranked Siha among peak parasites.

These pests proved a nightmare. Rookies, even mobbed, shunned tangling. Seeing Ye Zhongming breach Siha ground, pursuers paused seconds then pulled back full.

Sure, not distant; they shifted hunts nearby. Doubting he'd exit breathing, they eyed the endgame anyway.

Should Ye Zhongming's name fade from boards, their ad-hoc siege wrapped.

The Cloud Peak King eyed the Siha bounding swift from distance, fear absent. Steady, he pulled items from storage gear to rig defenses.

Gone was the greenhorn stepping into fray empty-handed. Now a points baron with five thousand-plus to burn.

What top parasites could alien captors snare? Ye Zhongming aimed to test it firsthand.

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As the fourth newcomer battlefield cycle, fate-shaper for droves, raged on, alien races reeled from fresh peril, scarce past the Slave Race spawn quake.

Back-to-back blows, tight on heels, near-shattered the hard-won order of alien kin.

Across seven survivor strongholds, in each fortress's towns, every alien got the alert in mere hours.

The nutrient surge had burst ahead of time!