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

"If we can't hold out, we'll run into the sea."

"Run to the deep sea."

"They can live in water, but the pressure of the deep sea will crush them."

Poseidon was silent for a moment.

"Sir, can't you come down and help us?"

Poseidon fell silent.

long time.

"No." His voice was hoarse: "That world is blocking the way."

Poseidon looked up at the sky.

There was nothing there, but she knew that world was there.

That throne of corpses, that young man, that monster who slaughtered everyone.

He blocked God's path.

He blocked all hope.

"I understand," Poseidon's voice was eerily calm. "We will hold out."

She turned around and faced the sea.

On the sea, swarms of black horned demons are surging in.

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

Their eyes were all dark purple, like a burning will-o'-the-wisp.

The sea breeze carried a stench that assaulted our senses; it was the putrid smell of the horned demon, so strong it was nauseating.

"Prepare for battle."

Poseidon's voice echoed across the island: "Do not be harmed by them, do not approach their corpses. The living are responsible for burning the bodies of the dead, leaving nothing behind."

She gripped the trident tightly.

"If you can't hold out, run to the sea. Run to the deep sea."

She paused.

"This is God's will."

The warriors of Poseidon Island fell silent for a moment.

Then, everyone gripped their weapons tightly.

Some people whispered the name of the sea god, while others glanced back at the houses on the island, where wisps of smoke still lingered.

God's will.

It is not the will to win.

It was an order to escape.

Even God can't save them.

But no one ran away.

Because behind them is their home.

Poseidon Island.

They have guarded Poseidon Island for thousands of years.

The first wave of horned demons rushed onto the beach.

The battle has begun.

Knights World: Throne of Corpses

Huang Fei sat on the throne, looking down at everything below.

He witnessed the debate in the realm of gods.

I saw the anger, resentment, and fear of those gods.

They saw their helplessness in trying to intervene but being blocked.

A very faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

They finally understood.

I understand what he's always known.

God is not omnipotent.

Before this rule, even gods are but ants.

He also saw Poseidon Island.

I saw those warriors fighting bloody battles on the beach, and I saw Poseidon wielding his trident, each strike killing more than a dozen small horned demons.

But there were too many horned demons; they couldn't be killed off.

Kill one, and ten more will come.

Kill ten, and a hundred will come.

The sand on the beach had been stained dark red, making it impossible to tell whether it was human blood or the blood of the horned demon.

Poseidon's strength is waning.

Her movements were slowing down. Wounds were beginning to appear on her body.

Huang Fei looked at her.

Watching her fight.

Watching her struggle desperately.

Look at her.

I can't hold on much longer.

He thought of himself.

I remembered that when he was a rookie, he had fought like that too.

I have faced endless monsters, been covered in wounds, and been on the verge of collapse.

At that time, no one helped him.

He can only rely on himself.

Relying on the White Tiger.

By killing.

Kill until the monsters are afraid, kill until the monsters dare not come again, kill until there are no more monsters to kill.

Could Poseidon really kill that many people?

He looked at her.

Watching her trident grow heavier, watching her breathing become more rapid, watching her eyes grow more weary.

No.

She couldn't kill to that extent.

She will die.

It will turn into a monster.

He would kill the people she was desperately protecting.

Then, those people will die too.

They can also turn into monsters.

Then, more monsters.

More deaths.

More often than not...

"boring."

He said softly.

The sound echoed in the empty world of knights.

He withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at Poseidon Island.

He had witnessed far too much death.

I've seen too much despair.

I've seen too many people, like Poseidon, desperately trying to protect something, then dying, then turning into monsters, and then destroying what they desperately tried to protect.

This is his world.

This is the world he survived in.

This is the world he wants everyone to experience.

"May you have good fortune."

He said.

In the words of the Asura God.

Use the word of God.

In terms of rules.

Four words, light and airy, falling into the vast expanse of heaven and earth.

Then, he closed his eyes.

The sounds of battle cries from Poseidon Island reached my ears.

It's getting weaker and weaker.

further and further.

Finally, it disappeared.

Spirit world.

The God of Asura stood at the highest point of the temple, looking down at the Douluo Continent below.

He saw that the military camps in the northern frontier had been reduced to ruins, and horned demons were roaming everywhere.

Half of the walls of Qing Shi City have collapsed, and the streets of the city are deserted except for the Horned Demons.

The southern defense line of the Star Luo Empire has completely collapsed, and the defeated soldiers are fleeing north.

In the Star Dou Great Forest, those hundred-year-old and thousand-year-old soul beasts are being infected one by one, turning into even more powerful horned demons.

The mines in Wuhun City have been occupied by the Horned Demons, and the people of Wuhun Hall are building a second line of defense on the outskirts, but everyone's face is filled with despair.

They knew that the defensive line wouldn't hold for long.

There's also Poseidon Island.

Poseidon is still fighting.

But too many people have already fallen around her.

Those who fell are rising up and becoming new horned demons.

Every time she kills a horned demon, she has to watch a former comrade rise again and look at her with murky eyes.

She was killing her.

Those people she desperately tried to protect.

Those who turned into monsters.

Her face was expressionless.

I'm just exhausted.

I am deeply exhausted.

The Asura God closed his eyes.

He is the god of slaughter. He has witnessed countless killings.

He thought he was already used to it.

But at this moment, he felt something he had never felt before.

It's not anger.

It's not fear.

It's a deep sense of powerlessness.

A profound, deep-seated, inescapable powerlessness.

Because he can't do anything.

He could only watch.

Like the person sitting on the throne.

We can only watch.

He suddenly understood why Huang Fei could sit there and watch so many people die without doing anything.

It's not because he's cold-blooded.

It's because he's seen too much.

I'm numb to it all.

There was so much that I couldn't feel anything anymore.

"The second batch," the Asura God murmured. "Three days from now, the second batch of chosen people."

He opened his eyes.

"Someone will always survive."

He himself didn't quite believe it when he said that.

But he had to say it.

Because if he didn't say that, he wouldn't even have a last straw to hold onto.

He didn't want to become the one sitting on the throne.

I don't want to become someone who can't feel anything.

I don't want to become a monster.

.....

The third day after the Horned Demon descended.

The situation in Douluo Continent has deteriorated to a point that cannot be ignored.

Of the seven landing sites, only Poseidon Island is still struggling to hold on; the other six have all completely fallen.

On the desolate plains of the northern frontier, the number of horned demons has swelled from the initial one to more than three thousand.

Bluestone City has become a dead city, with thousands of monsters roaming within its walls.

On the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest, almost all the hundred-year-old soul beasts have been infected, and the thousand-year-old soul beasts have also begun to succumb.

......