A Comprehensive Network: An Endless Adventure Begins as a Wanderer

[You have killed Louis XVI, Holy Emperor of the West Empire. You have gained 30 kill experience points and 150 campaign points.]

Your actions have drastically altered the course of the multi-player campaign. Based on your actions, you have been awarded the limited-time campaign title: Assassin King.

Assassin King

Type: Limited Campaign Title

Quality: Special/Scarlet

Description: This title is awarded to players who, in multi-player campaigns, have single-handedly killed the highest leader of the opposing faction.

When you wear this title, you gain a +1 bonus to intimidation assessments of any creature with leader status, and an additional +5 bonus to attack assessments of such creatures.

P.S.: If a scholar is truly enraged, two corpses will lie in wait, blood will flow five paces, and the world will be draped in mourning. Today is such a day. ———《Strategies of the Warring States, Wei Strategies IV》

Large amounts of data flowed rapidly through Cheng Yi's eyes, but he had no time to pay attention to them.

Because the blood-red altar, in the blink of an eye, swallowed the corpse of Louis XVI and began to emanate crimson magical light.

The ceremony has begun.

It started before the entire main ritual track was even completed.

Seeing that something was wrong, Cheng Yi immediately disappeared into the shadows below the stage and teleported to the entrance of the underground space that was not shrouded in the ritual.

Fear was evident on the faces of both Riddle on the stage and the cultists below.

The altar melted.

It transformed into a deep pool of blood, clinging tightly to those still inside the ritual.

At the same time, crimson mist rose from the blood pool, enveloping the entire underground, and it seemed that half-broken ritual rites were overflowing, extending upwards along the steps to the surface.

But the ceremony was never completed. After drifting around for a while, the crimson fog surged toward the original officiants of the ceremony.

The mist seeped into their bodies.

From skin to flesh, it seeps into bones and touches the soul.

It distorts their bodies and twists their minds.

Incarnation ritual.

The immense power emanating from the Nine Hells treated Riddle and his men equally. At that moment, there was no longer any distinction between cardinals and ordinary believers.

They too had shed their physical forms, roaring and dancing amidst the crimson.

Then they fight, devour, and plunder everything that belongs to the losers.

Although it was an incomplete ritual, it still revealed the true intentions of the devils.

Although Louis XVI was enthusiastic about his plans for a massive army of demons, it was clear that the demons did not share his enthusiasm.

Compared to tens of thousands of low-level demons, they preferred to use Maswell as a vessel to give birth to a high-level demon amidst endless slaughter and revelry.

Upon success, this high-ranking demon will take the fragments of the Calipis plane and become a new and capable lieutenant under that demon grand duke.

Of course, that's an impossible future.

But as time goes by...

Within this underground space, which seemed unusually cramped compared to the rest of Maswell, the Gu King was born in this small Gu vessel.

Judging from the tattered black robe he wore, he was one of the nameless men in black robes from before.

If he can still be called a "human being" now.

It has crimson skin, a forked tail, a short horn, clear yellow pupils, and half a fleshy wing.

And so a little devil was born.

Although it may seem somewhat comical, with only a few dozen people and resources involved, this ceremony has clearly reached its limit.

At least this little devil is a bit stronger than the other little devils, isn't he?

What a joy.

As the crimson mist gradually dissipated, the blood pool that had spread underground dried up, leaving only a headless skull at the bottom of the dried-up pool.

The ceremony is over.

The little devil strolled leisurely out of the ritual, still basking in the thrill of the battle and the power it had just gained.

Then a flash of silver light sliced ​​off his head.

Cheng Yi put away the nameless object with some confusion.

That's it?

This bizarre incest ritual ultimately resulted in the birth of a little devil?

He scratched his head, almost laughing.

Then Cheng Yi's eyes darted around, and he emerged from the shadows.

Under the flow of magical light, Cheng Yi transformed into the appearance of Louis XVI.

He cleared his throat and, mimicking the words and actions of the headless king, pushed open the door to the passageway with feigned majesty.

Louis XVI, with a serious expression, addressed the unsuspecting court guards standing outside the door:

"Summon all the ministers to the council chamber; I have important imperial matters to discuss with them."

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In the vast and boundless star realm, there are two figures facing each other.

Beneath their feet, a plane of existence, shrouded in the flames of war, appeared and disappeared intermittently.

It was Callipus.

One of the figures looked rather grim. He remained silent for a long time before letting out a low laugh.

"Excellent deduction, excellent method."

"Simply changing the landing point of the dimensional teleportation once has caused my years of planning to go to waste."

The figure opposite him smiled leisurely.

"Your Excellency, this is called 'those who follow the Way receive much help, while those who stray from the Way receive little help.'"

"I had no idea beforehand that this young friend would have such amazing fortune."

Everything in the universe has its predetermined course.

The devilish grand duke across from him cursed under his breath.

This complete stranger, the old Taoist from Tianxia, ​​appeared out of nowhere.

He had clearly reached a tacit understanding with the god who governed this group of planes, and the other party did not care about the gains or losses of one or two planes.

However, the old Taoist priest Tianxia ruined their plan.

Unfortunately, this old fellow's strength was on par with his own, and the two were locked in a stalemate in the astral plane, using the Calipis plane as their chessboard for their battle.

As the demon prince thought this, smoldering hellfire slowly rose in the void.

His years of planning were ruined, and the hatred was now firmly established.

If he doesn't take action, he'll be out of luck in the Nine Hells.

"Want to fight? Of course."

The leisurely figure slowly rolled up the sleeves of his Taoist robe.

"I just emerged from a debate with that old woman of arcane eternity, and I'm really looking for someone to stretch my muscles!"

The truth is, this Qi Refining Daoist from Tianxia was simply itching to get his hands dirty after not practicing for so long…

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Cheng Yi naturally had no idea what was happening in the star realm beyond the plane, nor did he know that a certain charming ancestor was beating up a certain devilish grand duke.

He was standing in front of the council chamber of Marsville Palace, wiping the scabbard of his nameless sword and watching the setting sun in the distance.

The mountains were truly as vast as the sea, and the setting sun as red as blood.

The imperial capital of this empire remained shrouded in an aura of peace.

The council chamber behind him was deathly silent.