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Chapter 307 - 161: Shadow Scale Metamorphosis, Perfect Mimicry

The Eight-armed Race, however, was just the type of monster Lin Ye loved to fight.

The word ’retreat’ seemed completely absent from their vocabulary. Their will to fight was so fanatical that even when they knew they were outmatched, they would still fight to the death.

A dazzling, golden Gang Sha flame ignited once more on Lin Ye’s Star-Piercing Spear.

He then activated Horizontal Slash.

A scorching arc of spear-light swept out.

A few moments later.

The battle ended as the last Eight-armed Race warrior was sliced in two at the waist by a flash from the spear.

Lin Ye waited where he stood. Two minutes later...

Aside from the four corpses whose heads had been blown off, the other sixteen members of the Eight-armed Race shakily climbed to their feet. Then, in perfect unison, they turned to face Lin Ye and knelt on one knee.

Lin Ye closed his eyes and switched his temporary skill back to [Silk Puppet]. His consciousness sank into the residual memories of his new puppets.

Before long, a much clearer picture of the tribe formed in his mind.

There was indeed a tribe of the Eight-armed Race in the canyon, known as the Blood Slaughter tribe.

The tribe had a Chieftain who truly possessed eight arms and served as its leader.

Additionally, the Chieftain had a personal guard of ten.

Though they only had six arms each, they were considerably stronger than the other six-armed elite captains.

The canyon also housed over fifty elite Eight-armed Race warriors, with the remainder being more than three hundred four-armed slave soldiers.

Of the twenty-odd enemies Lin Ye had just killed, only one had been an elite—and Lin Ye had blown its head clean off.

That was all the information he could extract from the memories of the remaining slave soldiers whose brains were still intact.

Their status in the tribe was no better than beasts of burden, responsible for all the dirty, strenuous, and dangerous tasks.

Gazing at the bodies strewn across the ground, Lin Ye fell into deep thought.

He had [Phase Shift] and a second life to fall back on, not to mention the bracelet that could teleport him away via spatial folding at any moment.

Even if the entire tribe besieged him after the assassination, it was highly unlikely he’d meet an ignoble end there.

The biggest problem now was how to infiltrate.

According to the memories he’d read, the canyon had only a single entrance.

It was guarded by dozens of sentries, but more importantly, several wards had been placed at the entrance. They would automatically trigger an alarm if any non-tribal member approached.

Lin Ye’s original plan was to do what he did when he infiltrated the Shadow Scale Race’s nest: get inside first, then use [Shadow Scale]’s stealth to find an opportunity for a one-hit kill.

But if he simply used [Shadow Scale]’s invisibility to force his way in, he would absolutely trigger those wards.

Lin Ye also ruled out the option of sneaking into the canyon from above.

From the memories he’d read, the top of the canyon was covered by layers of awnings constructed entirely by the Eight-armed Race slave soldiers.

Breaking in from there would be extremely conspicuous.

The risk was immense.

In short, he had to enter through the main gate, and he had to do it without triggering the alarm.

Given how belligerent the Eight-armed Race was, the entire tribe would swarm out the moment the alarm sounded.

And then, the mission would be a failure.

Thinking of this, Lin Ye couldn’t help but feel things had become tricky.

No wonder it was a challenge mission. Just sneaking into the canyon without setting off the alarm was enough to give him a headache.

Lin Ye forced himself to calm down.

’The system would never issue an impossible, no-win scenario.’

’There must be a way.’

Suddenly, without any warning, a long-forgotten image flashed through the depths of his mind.

Back in the fallen district of Linchuan, the first member of the Shadow Scale Race he had ever encountered had used just its tail to create a lifelike illusion of a human woman crying out to him for help...

Lin Ye’s heart skipped a beat as a bold idea surfaced in his mind.

He switched his temporary skill from [Silk Puppet] to [Shadow Scale].

In the next moment, Lin Ye’s figure vanished.

He fixed his gaze on the nearest Eight-armed Race puppet.

Then, the black Shadow Scales covering his entire body began to ripple like a living tide, rising and falling in waves.

The luster and color of the scales shifted and rearranged at a dizzying speed.

Amid a strange distortion, Lin Ye’s figure gradually reappeared.

This time, however, his combat suit was gone. In its place were dark, powerful muscles and four thick arms that continuously clenched and unclenched their fists.

He had taken on the exact appearance of the Eight-armed Race corpse he was staring at.

’It worked!’

A jolt of joy went through Lin Ye.

He had only been trying it on a whim, never expecting it to actually work.

As he continued to strengthen the [Shadow Scale] skill, its abilities had grown far beyond simple stealth and concealment.

He could even mimic the forms of other creatures!

Lin Ye began to perfect the details of his disguise.

Red war markings began to emerge on the black skin formed by his Shadow Scales, eventually settling into a pattern identical to that of the slave soldier.

Had a third party been present, they would have been astonished to see that Lin Ye’s imitation was flawless.

From his appearance down to his aura, he was indistinguishable from a genuine Eight-armed Race slave soldier.

Even the Eight-armed Race themselves would likely have a hard time spotting anything unusual.

Once his disguise was complete, Lin Ye mentally reviewed the behavioral patterns of the Eight-armed Race.

Thanks to the memories shared via [Silk Puppet], it wasn’t difficult to make his own behavior match that of the Eight-armed Race.

Lin Ye walked over to a nearby puddle and, mimicking the gait of the Eight-armed Race from his memories, took a few steps.

It looked good. At least to his own eyes, the disguise was utterly convincing.

Everything was ready.