Knights descend upon Douluo Continent; death awaits if they do not fight.

Ten minutes later, all of the dozen or so ten-year-old soul beasts were dead.

Ten minutes later, a dozen new horned demons stood up.

The horned demon leader—the descendant—turned around and looked deeper into the forest.

There, an even more powerful aura emanates.

A hundred-year-old soul beast. A thousand-year-old soul beast. A ten-thousand-year-old soul beast.

Its dark purple eyes lit up.

[Wuhun City - Mine]

The sixth horned demon fell in an iron mine.

The miners were evacuated immediately.

The Spirit Hall reacted quickly—fifty spirit masters had already lined up outside the mine, led by a spirit saint.

When the horned demon crawled out of the mine, its body was covered in iron ore fragments.

Instead of sliding off its body, the debris embedded itself in its scales, forming an extra layer of metallic armor.

Its eyes swept over the Soul Masters.

Then, it rushed over.

The Soul Saint's seventh soul skill—Martial Soul True Body—caused a giant griffin to appear in the air and swoop down.

The horned demon raised its head and looked at the griffin.

It jumped up.

The four-meter-tall body soared into the air, its sharp claws tearing through the griffin's wings.

The Soul Saint screamed as he fell from the sky and crashed to the ground, covered in blood.

The horned demon landed in front of him, lowered its head, and stared at him with its dark purple eyes.

"You..." The Soul Saint spat out a mouthful of blood, "What exactly are you...?"

The horned demon did not answer.

It opened its mouth and bit off the Soul Saint's neck.

Thirty seconds later, the Soul Saint's corpse began to deform.

A three-meter-tall horned demon rose from his corpse.

This horned demon still retains characteristics of the griffin spirit—a pair of black wings have grown from its back.

【Poseidon Island, 300 li to the west】

The seventh horned demon fell into the sea.

The seawater boiled for a full ten minutes.

Then, the sea calmed down.

Nothing happened.

The warriors of Poseidon Island stood guard on the beach for a full hour, but waited in vain.

"Is it dead?" a young soldier asked.

Poseidon stood on the reef, gazing at the calm sea.

"No," she said.

Her voice was very soft, but everyone heard it.

"It's down there. On the seabed. In—"

She suddenly stopped.

Because she saw it.

Something is floating on the sea.

It's not a horned demon.

It's fish.

Thousands upon thousands of fish floated to the surface, belly up.

Their bodies were twitching and deforming.

The scales turned into black carapace, the fins into sharp claws, and the eyes into dark purple.

Five minutes later, the sea was filled with horned demons.

Not just one.

There are several thousand.

Those fish—those fish infected by the horned demon's aura—all turned into horned demons.

The smallest is only the size of a palm, while the largest is over a meter long.

They were densely packed on the sea surface, like a black carpet.

Then they turned their heads and looked at Poseidon Island.

For the first time, Poseidon's expression changed.

【Knights World: Throne of Corpses】

Huang Fei watched all of this.

Watching the military camps in the northern frontier turn into monster lairs.

The streets of Qing Shi City were filled with horned demons roaming around.

Watching the southern defense line of the Star Luo Empire collapse.

Watching the soul beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest get infected one after another.

Watching the mines of Wuhun City turn into a stronghold of the Horned Demons.

Watching the dense black carpet on the sea surface, it slowly moves towards Poseidon Island.

His face was expressionless.

He had seen these things before.

In his world, these horned demons spread in the same way.

Kill one, and two will appear.

Kill two, and you'll have four.

Kill four, and you'll have eight.

They can never be killed all of them.

unless--

You kill them all.

Like him.

He closed his eyes, and all he could hear were the screams, cries for help, and sobs of those people.

He'd heard it too many times.

Every time, someone shouts.

Every time, those who scream die.

Then, it turned into a monster.

Then, go and call more people.

Then, more people turned into monsters.

This is the Horned Demon.

This is his world.

This is--

A true nightmare is about to descend upon the Douluo Continent.

"Welcome to my world," he said softly.

This time, there was no smile on his lips.

Because this time—

It's not mockery.

It's not about waiting.

It's a reminder.

A reminder to those who are still alive.

What you see is just the beginning.

Horned devils can become infected.

It will spread.

They can reproduce.

It will turn your family, friends, and comrades into monsters.

It will turn your cities, forests, and oceans into hell.

You think this is war?

No.

This is--

plague.

But there are no winners in a plague.

only--

More people died.

And those who die slower.

He opened his eyes and looked down at the world being devoured by the horned demon.

"Live on," he said.

The sound was very soft.

It was as if he was speaking to those people.

It's as if he's talking to himself.

.....

Above Douluo Star, the unseen world of knights stands like an invisible wall, stretching between the human world and the divine realm.

Spirit world.

The seven god-kings gathered in the temple, and the atmosphere was so heavy it was almost suffocating.

The sea of ​​clouds outside the temple surged endlessly, as if even the heavens and earth were trembling over the land below that was being swallowed up.

The God of Asura stood in the main position, his hands resting on the stone platform, his gaze piercing through the barrier of the God Realm and landing on the Douluo Continent.

The horned demons are spreading, towns are falling, lives are disappearing, and then they turn into new monsters to devour even more lives.

"We can't just sit idly by," he said, his voice low and suppressed.

The god of kindness stood beside him, his brow furrowed: "No one wants to stand idly by. The question is, how do we intervene?"

The god of evil leaned against a pillar, unusually devoid of his usual smirk: "That world of knights stands in the middle. If you want to go down, you have to cross it."

"Then go through it." The Asura God's voice carried a hint of impatience.

"Give it a try."

silence.

Everyone remembers the result of the last time the God of Asura intervened.

The crimson light, powerful enough to destroy an entire plane, vanished the instant it approached the Knight World.

It's as if it never existed.

But those eyes, those eyes of the rules themselves, only glanced at him.

At a glance.

The Asura God, the god of slaughter, an existence that has lived for billions of years, broke out in a cold sweat.

"I've tried it."

The Asura God's voice was calm, but everyone could hear the suppressed resentment in it: "My power cannot reach that world. It's as if it doesn't exist in this space."

"So we're just going to watch like this?"

The voice of the God of Wrath echoed like thunder throughout the temple, "Watching those ants be devoured by monsters? Watching Douluo Star become a second Knight World?"

Watch your wording.

The goddess of life spoke softly, but the god of wrath remained silent.

She stood up, walked to the edge of the temple, and looked down at the continent shrouded in dark red mist.

"Those horned demons are spreading. Every person who dies adds another monster. Every additional monster adds another disaster. If we let it go unchecked..."

.....