Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

On the head of the war demon, a slight smile appeared on Night's face.

Before the words were even finished, six arms rose and fell simultaneously—

The God-Slaying Sword cleaved, the God-Cutting Blade slaughtered, the God-Binding Rope entangled, the Thunder God Cannon roared, the God-Shooting Spear sprayed, and the God-Shattering Thunder exploded—six extreme killing techniques simultaneously descended upon Cang Xuan, instantly crushing his body into a cloud of flesh and blood, with broken bones and blood scattering everywhere, leaving not a single piece of intact flesh behind!

In the next instant, the blood foam coalesced, and the flesh was regenerated.

Cang Xuan was resurrected on the spot, but his aura was already disordered.

The body of the war demon was instantly covered with dense cracks, like shattered porcelain, and the backlash was excruciatingly painful; but the original demon's body had terrifying healing power, and in just one breath, all the cracks healed completely without a trace.

Cang Xuan's chest heaved violently as he suppressed the surging blood and qi within him and said in a deep voice, "I told you, you can't kill me."

"Can't kill him?"

Wang Zhiming's head slowly raised on the left, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness: "You can be resurrected, but that doesn't mean you don't feel pain. Every time I kill you, you feel pain. Every time I kill you, you feel pain. Every time I kill you, you feel pain. I want to see how many times you can endure this soul-shattering torment!"

Upon hearing this, Cang Xuan couldn't help but take a step back.

The head of Miss Night laughed and said, "Moreover, I'm curious—if your corpse were divided into two parts and completely isolated, could you still be resurrected exactly as you were?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hint of fear finally appeared in Cang Xuan's eyes.

The fear originating from a legend caused the murderous aura of the entire wasteland to surge suddenly, the pressure of the demon of war rose again, and the murderous atmosphere between heaven and earth was so heavy that it was suffocating!

"retreat!"

Cang Xuan made a quick decision, retreating at lightning speed while rapidly forming hand seals.

Countless invisible blades materialized out of thin air, sweeping across the sky and slashing at the demon of war, blocking all paths and forcibly preventing its approach. Taking advantage of a brief gap in the obstruction, Cang Xuan moved his palm, and a pitch-black notebook appeared out of thin air.

The cover is dark and has an ancient pattern; the cover features a line of gilded imperial script.

"Trial Notes"

This is the core authority of "trial," where a single stroke of the pen determines life and death, and words sever destiny. All the unexplained deaths and sudden downfalls of families in the imperial court over the past hundreds of years originated from this notebook.

The pages slowly turned, revealing a densely packed interior filled with names and causes of death—

"Lin Ji, who formed cliques for personal gain and had secret dealings with princes, died suddenly of illness in his residence in the thirty-seventh year of the Kaiyuan era."

"Chu Sheng embezzled military funds, violated military discipline, and was responsible for the defeat on the western front. His crimes extend to his entire family..."

“Zhang Taizhu, Xu Mengyan, Wang Changying, Li Dilai, Zhou Pandi, Zhu Jiahao, Li Dongshan, Zhao Ningyan, Chen Mingyuan, Lin Qing, Zhang Yichi, Zhao Yutong, Zhou Jinghao, Wu Xingye, Zheng Suxin, Sun Wanqing, Shen Zhifei, Song Shuyao, Gao Yanqiu, Tang Yu'an, Xu Linfeng, He Yunshu, Liu Wanyi, Meng Luxi, Wei Qinglan…”

Countless once powerful and renowned court officials had their fates sealed with just a few words, disappearing silently from the world.

The pages kept turning until they finally stopped on the last blank page.

This page only mentions one person—

Wang Zhiming.

The handwriting below is fine and long, fully recording his life: a college graduate, distinguished himself on the western front, witnessed the departure of his comrades, and felt resentment... He was selected (now deleted), his obsession grew increasingly obsessive, and he eventually rebelled... He experienced three life-swappings and his army reached the capital...

Every choice Wang Zhiming made, every struggle he faced, and every deal he made after stepping onto the battlefield was meticulously recorded, or perhaps...

His life, from birth to death, was already planned by Cang Xuan.

This is the "judgment" of Cangxuan, the highest leader of the civil service group and the Grand Marshal of the Empire—deciding a person's death and fate with his pen!

Cang Xuan condensed a wisp of ink from his fingertips, which transformed into a slender brush. He retreated while writing, his eyes fierce and resolute.

The pen tip, slowly and deliberately, finished writing a single word at the end of Wang Zhiming's file—

"die!"

The moment the handwriting was completed, the world suddenly fell silent.

To the left of the war demon, Wang Zhiming's head, representing the past, suddenly froze, his eyes wide open, and bright red blood gushed from his seven orifices, his life force instantly extinguished!

Having lost its head, which represented the "past," the war demon's enormous, mountain-like body rapidly withered and shrank. Its towering aura collapsed, and its energy became extremely chaotic. From a gigantic size of over ten meters, it was forcibly shrunk to the size of an ordinary person.

Midnight tilted her head slightly and chuckled softly:

"So that's how it is... From beginning to end, Wang Zhiming's thoughts and actions were all controlled and manipulated by your civil service group... Heh, the civil service group lives up to its name."

Cang Xuan had no time to pay attention; a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

The Judgment Notes can only instantly kill those below the Legendary rank; those of the same rank can manipulate the fate of others to a certain extent, leading them to death; but against the Primordial War Demon whose rank is far higher than one's own, it was originally impossible to kill the opponent by writing their name.

However, thanks to Cangxuan and Ji Yushen's meticulous plan, the demon is now residing in Wang Zhiming's body—once Wang Zhiming dies, the Judgment Notes will be causally linked to the War Demon!

Based on this cause and effect, perhaps he could also try...

With legendary status, he slays the primordial!

Cang Xuan gritted his teeth and began to write, fine beads of cold sweat beading on his forehead. His demonic power surged wildly, and he nearly exhausted his life's cultivation to write the final chapter for the demon of war.

"The demon of war, Night, resides in the mortal body of King Ming. Now that its host has fallen, the foundation of its existence has crumbled—"

"die!"

"Aaaaaahh ...

The moment the last word was uttered.

Night's head suddenly exploded, blood splattering everywhere. Her beautiful face turned deathly pale and transparent in an instant, her breath completely dissipating and vanishing into the world!

Seeing this, Cang Xuan's eyes surged with extreme joy, and he raised his hand to write again, completely eradicating all hidden dangers—

Right at this moment.

On the right, the head that had been silent and motionless, covered by a white mask, slowly opened its eyes. A supreme pressure that surpassed all things and transcended the world instantly locked down the entire battlefield!

Cang Xuan's entire body was stiff, his limbs and bones were completely frozen, and he couldn't even move a single finger.

The brush in his hand slipped silently and fell to the ground. Cang Xuan looked up in horror, and then he seemed to see a magnificent and endless divine kingdom.

No, it wasn't just a fleeting glimpse; this divine kingdom had truly descended upon the battlefield!

That was the kingdom of the demons of war—

Valhalla!

Inside the hall, wine cups clinked and revelry raged. Warriors from a thousand years ago, soldiers from a hundred years ago, fierce generals and warlords—countless powerful figures traveled through time and space to join this grand feast. High platforms were set up with banquet tables, wine jars overflowing, delicacies scattered everywhere, and beautiful women standing by, all enjoying the divine reward for their bravery.

This is the final resting place for all the brave souls who perished, a feast kingdom for the gods of war.

“Boom! Boom! Boom—!”

Suddenly, the war drums sounded, awakening the dying blood and fighting spirit of the fallen heroes—

The banquet reached its climax!

The joy faded from the eyes of all the heroic spirits. Now they had gained flesh and blood and divine weapons. Filled with respect and killing intent, they raised their weapons against each other—they could finally know who was the most valiant war god in this hall!

Endless slaughter, endless wailing, flesh and bones rotting into the mud, blood staining the flames of war. Amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, they gripped their swords and charged at each other, only to be slain by one another. The fallen heroes were resurrected in an instant, rushing back into the fray. Death, rebirth, death again, an endless cycle, never ceasing.

What happens in the outside world is but a fleeting moment, while within the divine realm, billions of years of bloodshed have already passed.

Countless geniuses, countless fierce generals, and countless heroes were all wiped out in endless cycles of reincarnation, until the drumbeats gradually faded away and the last sound of weapons fell. Amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, only the last warrior remained. He looked around and saw only deathly silence in his eyes.

Wang Zhiming.

He traversed desolate mountains piled with bones, waded through rivers of boiling blood, and passed through banquets where the wine and food had gone cold, step by step ascending to the throne at the highest point of Valhalla.

The moment he sat down, the head of Night and the masked head of the future reappeared on either side of his neck. His six arms slowly opened, gripping six divine weapons of slaughter. A magnificent bell tolled throughout the divine kingdom, celebrating the world's strongest war god's return to the throne!

The next second, light and shadow reversed, and reality and illusion shifted.

The figure of the war demon, stepping across the boundary between illusion and reality, descends once more upon the wasteland battlefield, returning to the world!

His aura far surpassed his peak, and his oppressive power suppressed the entire region.

Wang Zhiming raised his head slightly, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth:

"You didn't expect that, did you? I'll be resurrected too."

Damn!

Cang Xuan froze, his mind reeling. Before he could recover, a gigantic demonic hand suddenly slammed down and gripped his head tightly!

"Pfft—!"

With a muffled thud, Cang Xuan's head, along with his spine, was forcibly ripped out of his body!

The headless corpse fell to the ground and immediately flew toward the head in the hands of the war demon, trying to rejoin it, but was stomped on the ground by the demon and then sealed with a dense war mist!

Immediately afterwards, He activated His authority to transform everything in His hands into weapons. Cangxuan’s head and spine were forged and refined in the flames of war, layer by layer, and finally transformed into a spine sword that was entirely crimson, with a sharp and fierce edge!

"Using legends as a sword... Not bad, it can rival my God-Slaying Sword."

The remnant soul of Cangxuan, trapped within the sword, finally felt true despair.

The head was forged into a sword and could not return. Cang Xuan's headless corpse struggled to grow a new head, but the next moment, flames of battle erupted from the Cang Xuan spine sword, and it slashed down at the headless corpse sealed below!

"boom!"

Cang Xuan's corpse was completely burned to ashes, but the backlash was absorbed by Cang Xuan's spine sword, causing his spine to explode instantly, and his head stared wide-eyed helplessly.

The next moment, Cangxuan's head was casually crushed by the War Demon. The faint light of his origin floated in mid-air and was casually gathered by the demon, condensing into a pitch-black card.

The Imperial Grand Marshal, the true power holder of the civil service, the legendary Cangxuan who wields the power of "Judgment"—

He died in battle!

Hahahaha!!!

The demon raised its head and roared, the roar tearing through the sky—after slaying the legendary powerhouse, the original essence that the Primordial War Demon had abandoned in order to descend upon the world was completely restored. The sky trembled, and countless burning meteorites fell from the sky, crashing down on the entire wasteland!

The raging fire spread across the plains, its roar shaking the earth, turning thousands of miles of land into scorched earth, its malevolent aura soaring to the heavens, its oppressive power overwhelming the world.

The true, primordial demon of war reigns supreme over the world!

Night's head solidified again, opening its massive maw, seemingly about to swallow the Judgment Card floating in mid-air—

"Splash—"

Countless black chains suddenly burst forth from within the card, piercing through the void and disappearing into the air!

Just as the demon was about to raise his hand to pursue, his fingertips twitched slightly, but his mind suddenly went blank—he had suddenly forgotten what he wanted to do.

forget!

A brief moment of mental lapse caused him to miss his only chance to pursue the attack. The Judgment Card, still bound by chains, vanished completely into the void, leaving no trace.

A moment later, the fog of war that had enveloped the world slowly dissipated.