Chapter 1506 (1505): The Grand Finale (Part 8) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
Tan Ting swayed a few times, nearly collapsing from exhaustion.
He was almost deathly pale: "What should we do?"
Without the avatar to help transmit messages remotely, is the master unaware of the danger he is in? If Shan Nian really goes berserk, I dare not imagine how serious the consequences would be. Tan Ting arrived late and was unaware that Chen Tang's true self had already met Shan Nian through the perspective of the avatar Zi Xu.
Of course, even if you knew, it wouldn't be of much use.
If you can't beat them, you can't beat them.
He Shu looked at Luo Sha and asked a question that no one wanted to face: "If good intentions prevail, what will the Lord do?"
He was most afraid of hearing the answer "death".
Even if only the foundation is damaged, or even if all her power is lost, it will be acceptable—because what Kangguo needs is a living Shen Youli. Her strength is not important; as long as she is alive, the foundation of Kangguo remains. Once she dies, the edifice will crumble!
Luo Sha: "It depends on the specific circumstances."
His strength had reached the point where he could sense benevolent thoughts, vaguely aware of the existence of a "self" developing within him, waiting to ripen and be revealed—the two being naturally opposed. A failed attempt to kill it would, at best, result in a decline in his cultivation level like Luo San's, with no possibility of ever reaching the peak again; at worst, it would lead to his death and the dissipation of his cultivation. From this perspective, Luo San's luck was quite good.
Luo Sha also hoped that Shen Tang would have the same luck as Luo San.
"However, judging from his words and actions at the victory celebration banquet..."
The good intentions were clearly aimed at killing the Lord.
For a moment, the atmosphere froze.
"General Luo, I have a favor to ask."
"Please speak freely, strategist."
Xiahou Yu ordered Luo Sha to return to Kang State as quickly as possible.
"That won't do. I know what the strategist is planning." Luo Sha refused without hesitation. "Not to mention that suppressing good intentions shouldn't allow external forces to intervene, even if they could, my arrival wouldn't affect the battle. If I leave, those restless people below might take the opportunity to cause trouble. This foundation is also the lord's hard work."
The various reactions to the assassination of the charlatan Zixu at the victory celebration banquet reveal that some surrendered generals still harbor resentment and are ready to betray their allies at any opportunity. Luo Sha's presence can keep these restless thoughts in check; without him, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Who knows what those troublemakers will do?
It's also possible that they could seize this opportunity to kill Xiahou Yu and his men.
Xiahou Yu was so anxious that his vision was blurry, and he barely managed to stay upright by leaning against a wooden pillar. Losing his avatar meant that the branch office and the Kangguo headquarters would lose their ability to communicate in real time, as well as unified command. The days ahead were going to be tough.
They halted their expansion, consolidated their forces, and shifted from offense to defense.
The process of suppressing good intentions will not last long.
The outcome of the killings will also determine the future direction of the entire continent.
The most agonizing time is waiting for news.
The night is deep and quiet, the moon is bright and the stars are few.
Tan Ting was persuaded to stay and rest, but he was preoccupied with worries and couldn't sleep. He leaped to the highest point in the city, only to find that others had already gotten there first, and more than one. Two identical faces looked at him at the same time; it was the He Shu brothers.
He Xin extended a gentle invitation: "Meng Yuan, would you like to have a drink?"
Tan Ting: "...I would rather obey than be disrespectful."
Specifically, Tan Ting did not stay in Kang for very long, and spent most of his time living a secluded life. The Kang minister he had the most contact with was Qi Yuanliang, followed by Duke Su of Qin. He Xin and He Shu were rare twins in the royal court, and the brothers were not particularly high-profile.
At least he didn't attract the attention of the Censorate like Qi Shan did.
However, their experiences, taken individually, are quite explosive.
Tan Ting couldn't help but recall the Kang Kingdom's courtiers' team-building event at "Another Spring." He had personally witnessed the two brothers behaving intimately and passionately with the same woman, clearly exceeding the boundaries of normal male-female social interaction. He assumed the brothers were vying for the same woman, only to be later informed that she was their wife. Or rather, to be precise, the two brothers were that woman's husband, and the three of them had a very good relationship.
Kangguo...
It truly is a place with an open and harmonious atmosphere.
However, such a place may follow in the footsteps of the Wu Kingdom.
Congratulatory message: "Is Mengyuan so worried about the Lord that he can't sleep?"
Tan Ting sighed: "I was just thinking about some past events. On the eve of the collapse of the Wu Kingdom, I wonder what those former officials were thinking."
Watching helplessly as half a lifetime of hard work went up in flames.
"The bright moon of yesteryear shines on us today, and the old karmic ties are rekindled." Tan Ting understood somewhat why Wei Lou and the others had become so sharp-tongued and twisted. If it were him, he would have become twisted too, unable to escape his memories. He took a sip of wine. "How can I not feel resentful?"
More than two hundred years later, the old story has resurfaced.
One instance could be attributed to coincidence, but two unifications, both ending at the last minute, make one suspect it's fate—fate that intends to tear the world apart, plunging all living beings into endless war and slaughter, without a moment's peace. He Xin and his brother were also deeply saddened by this.
The wine is mellow yet not intoxicating.
Before I knew it, I had drunk quite a bit.
The three men collapsed drunk on the tower roof. Luckily, they were good sleeping men, otherwise they might have fallen to their deaths if they had rolled over a few times. There was a commotion below the tower. Luo Sha found the three and said, "Military Advisor Xiahou sent me to find you three. There's been a big commotion with the Central Allied Forces!"
A jolt of energy completely dispelled my hangover headache.
"What's all this commotion?"
"The leader of the Central Allied Forces has been killed."
The three men exclaimed in unison, "How is that possible? Who killed him?"
Luo Sha: "The Central Allied Forces are trying their best to block the news, but our spies have still managed to catch a few clues. Strategist Xiahou has instructed the spies to leak the information to the rulers of the allied nations. It is estimated that in less than half a month, those who need to know will know."
The rulers of the various states were already tired of serving as leaders of the central branch, and it was impossible for them not to have their own agendas. This was a golden opportunity; with the allied forces leaderless and the central branch's leadership vacant, internal strife was inevitable. To escape their puppet status, they had to seize this window of opportunity in the power struggle! They had to take advantage of the moment to regain the initiative! They might not win, but not seizing the opportunity would certainly result in a crushing defeat. Once the next leader and central branch was elected, they would be back to being subservient puppets!
Xiahou Yu naturally couldn't miss this excellent opportunity.
Regardless of whether our lord dies or not, the enemy must die!
"As for who killed him? We don't know."
Xiahou Yu's spies were unaware, and even Kang Guoan's informants only had a vague understanding, knowing only the outcome. Only Lin Su's side knew clearly what had happened that night. It was a heavily guarded tent, pitch black and airtight inside. Only a few eerie white lights flickered in a corner, and in the center of the tent sat a simply styled coffin. Alliance Leader Zhao dismissed the others, supporting the coffin, his eyes struggling with a conflicted light: [Why force me to this point?]
The gods have the right to despise the common people.
They knew the truth of the world much earlier than these ignorant people outside.
For example, humanity had a glorious civilization thousands of years ago, and people today are not even one percent as good as our ancestors; for example, there really are gods above mortals, and gods are not bound or limited by a mere hundred years of lifespan; for example, mortals can also challenge the realm of gods.
Leader Zhao and the elders of the Pantheon never believed that humanity was wrong in challenging immortality or the gods, nor did they believe that the war that led to the destruction of the previous civilization was wrong. Their only mistake was failing in their challenge—what if they were the final victors?
Everything will be different.
War is merely the elimination of lowly ants who are unworthy to live under the same blue sky as them. The world doesn't need so many ants, nor does it need so many wise men. Letting fools eke out a living is the greatest mercy of the wise.
Unexpectedly, the ants not only failed to appreciate the gesture, but also attempted to defy the heavens and kill the gods.
Since that's the case, don't blame this old man.
Leader Zhao didn't really care whether the Central Allied Forces won or lost the war against Kangguo. Winning would be good, but losing wouldn't matter. Because fools were essentially consumables; the death of one or ten thousand made no difference. Even if there were only a few hundred fools in the world, as long as there were men and women, they could reproduce and prosper again in a few hundred years. It was like a pig farm; as long as there were breeding pigs and sows, there was no fear of running out of pigs.
The important thing is not these ants and fools.
The important thing is the one and only divine sage.
Alliance Leader Zhao was secretly excited. He really wanted to see Shen Youli's expression when she thought victory was within her grasp and success was just one step away, only to witness the cataclysmic destruction. That would definitely be very interesting, very twisted and grotesque!
And he—
He had already planned his escape route.
East of the East China Sea, an island lies dormant on the seabed.
This island is not connected to the underwater continent. By utilizing the trump card left by the gods, a portion of the island can be brought back to light, creating a paradise where all living beings can thrive. As for the two hundred million ants on this continent, their deaths would not affect his plan.
He had already secretly selected a thousand young men and women.
These men and women will reproduce new human races for him.
In the near future, he will become their wise man, their sole brain. Under his rule, humanity will enjoy eternal peace, and war will never happen again! Alliance Leader Zhao's emotions surged, and his pupils faintly shimmered with a scarlet light.
His smile grew increasingly arrogant and ferocious.
Just then, a detached voice rang out.
"[You want to slaughter 200 million people with just one word? Ha, you're quite arrogant.]" The voice abruptly pulled Alliance Leader Zhao back to reality. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a figure in blue robes with a sword at his waist standing on the coffin lid, staring at him with indifferent eyes. The moment their gazes met, a chill ran through Alliance Leader Zhao's heart. "Even when I was at my most ruthless, I wasn't this cold."
Sometimes, He really wanted to open the skulls of these little animals to see their internal structure, or ask the Heavenly Dao that created humanity if it had added a blueberry leaf when creating them. Otherwise, how could such strange, defective products have appeared?
Small body, big courage.
They dare to think of anything and dare to do anything.
Or is this the XP of the Way of Heaven?
Alliance Leader Zhao was initially startled and wanted to summon the guards outside the tent. However, upon seeing the woman in green clearly, his tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, and countless thoughts raced through his mind. He had seen the woman in green before and vaguely knew her true identity…
The true God.
It holds the secret to immortality.
The wise man of the past gained countless benefits from Him.
It's a pity that the direction was wrong back then. If those wise men were given another chance, the door to immortality would open for them.
The woman in green: [I can hear what you're thinking.]
With a single thought, one can hear the voices of all things.
This mud splatter in front of me has a very clever plan in mind.
He asked, "Aren't you worried at all about the consequences of offending me?"
Looking at the sample of immortality so close to him, Alliance Leader Zhao's eyes revealed undisguised greed and longing: [I was unaware of the Mother Goddess's arrival; I have failed to greet you properly. Of course, I am worried, but as far as I know, you... should be unable to interfere in worldly affairs, right?]
So-called gods are nothing more than this.
A delicate porcelain doll is only meant to be admired and used as an embellishment.
This is not only his idea, but also the idea of the Pantheon.
This is also the idea of the wise man from the previous article.
He possesses the good fortune of eternal life, but lacks the virtue to match it; he is utterly unworthy of his position! Within the pantheon, lavish praise is lavished upon His perfection, and envy His immortality, not out of genuine reverence, but simply as a puppet to be plundered. He possesses the power to overturn everything, yet he occupies his position without contributing anything, utterly incompetent. If any of these were given to him…
The world would never be like this!
This power, this immortality—
It should be controlled by those who are entitled to possess it.
Woman in green: [Then guess why I'm here this time?]
Shen Youli ruined His reputation.
Zhao, the leader of the alliance, felt a sudden unease, a sense of foreboding rising within him.
The woman in green: [If it weren't for that idiot suppressing me...]
It's shameful that someone else would use his divine artifact as a coffin. The woman in green didn't waste any more words on the jumping-around leader Zhao, and sent him to his death. As soon as leader Zhao lay down, a wisp of true spirit escaped from his corpse.
The direction they flew was precisely where the Investiture of the Gods was located.
The true spirit was drawn to the Investiture of the Gods, and returned to its place in an instant.
It was fast, but the woman in green was even faster.
He raised his hand and grasped a ball of true spirit in his palm.
With a casual flick of his wrist, he crushed it into dust, tilted his head slightly, and gazed into the void, saying mockingly: "You really aren't picky about food."
Everything's on the list, did you think it was a trash can?
After the woman in green finished doing all this, she got off the coffin lid.
With a wave of her hand, the coffin shed its rustic exterior, revealing its true form, and shrank to nearly half its original size before being obediently carried on the back of the woman in green. Before leaving, the woman in green cast a playful glance at a corner of the tent, where a trembling spirit resided.
Someone has imprisoned you.
The ghostly figure's smile froze: "N-No, nothing."
If you want to regain your freedom, I can help you.
【Hehe, no, no need... Thank you so much, expert.】
The illusory figure didn't know what the woman in green was, but he knew he couldn't go wrong by speaking kindly. She looked cold, but she was quite polite when she first appeared. If it weren't for that Zhao guy's reckless madness, he probably wouldn't have lost his life... right?
Seeing this, the woman in green did not insist.
The phantom mustered its courage and asked the woman in green where she was going.
The woman in green said, "[Clean up the house.]"
After it left, the illusory figure, looking weak, floated off to find Lin Su.
He recounted the intelligence he had gathered from monitoring Alliance Leader Zhao: "...Actually, this great figure has a pretty good temper..."
——
Shen Tang: "???"
Who has a good temper?
"I'm not used to you speaking in a high-pitched voice."
"A Mysterious Invasion: Is It Too Much for Me to Fight Back?"
The fourth natural disaster is coming; Wenfei is easy prey!
(End of this chapter)
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