It's time to become an evil god.

The purest form of killing intent, induced by the erosion of the abyss's fear, erupted from the umbilical cord of the incomplete ancient god out of rage.

All the writhing tentacles that filled every corner of Bai Ge's body were released from the countless pores of his skin. His body swelled and writhed beneath his skin, and the black tentacles continued to extend, tearing through his skin and torso, leaving only his head, which retained Bai Ge's last consciousness as a human.

The ancient god's incomplete umbilical cord was almost bursting with murderous intent, which he unleashed on the ungrateful mage in front of him.

"God, a player with divine artifacts?"

Saruman stared wide-eyed. As a battle-hardened mage, he felt like an ant facing a dragon in the face of power that surpassed all limits and was terrifying.

Seemingly sensing his impending doom, Saruman spread his hands, and the red flames burning in his palms suddenly erupted. He was preparing to use his last breath to summon the Balrog.

Click.

A widening crack appeared in the concrete beneath Saruman's feet, and a red demon engulfed in flames emerged from the depths of the earth, roaring at Bai Ge.

However, the roar abruptly stopped.

A hand, even larger than the Balrog, slammed down, turning the red demon summoned by Saruman into a pile of minced meat.

Saruman turned around, and a head formed from solidified lava emerged from the depths of the crack.

"This is... the Lava Demon God?"

The next moment, a huge black tentacle appeared in front of him and firmly gripped Saruman's neck. The tentacle wrapped around Saruman and brought him closer to the strange creature whose body, except for a head, was made up of tentacles and eyeballs.

"Wait, wait a minute."

In desperation, Saruman pleaded, "No, don't kill me! I'm willing to make a deal with you. The Tower Magic Association has records of summoning magic..."

click!

Saruman's spine was easily crushed and his nerves severed. The paralyzed mage could only watch helplessly as one of the black tentacles slowly placed the golden mask on his face.

Through the gaps in the golden mask, the expressionless face, like a terrifying ancient god, relentlessly crushed the opponent's bones, along with the golden mask on his face, as if enjoying a meal, inch by inch, grinding the entire body into dust.

Chapter 164 Elizabeth Artoria!

The reason for today's slow update is that I'm discussing with other authors and organizing the upcoming super-large dungeon, which will expand the world view, fill in the background, and introduce the major factions.

The other players couldn't even begin to imagine just how powerful Bai Ge was, who used the Ancient God's umbilical cord so recklessly and without any moral boundaries in the real world. The entire process lasted only a few seconds. After the other players were freed from the corruption of the Abyss Fear, Saruman, who had just been right under their noses, had vanished without a trace.

"That guy escaped?"

Nishizawa Ryo was taken aback, but he didn't have much time to track down the other party's whereabouts. At this moment, a commotion was already coming from the hole in the ceiling. The London Supernatural Bureau's agents would soon surround the subway tunnel. The witch had already set up a teleportation array and was preparing to lead everyone away.

"Wait, don't go yet."

On the other end of the phone, the Dean of Endymion Academy said softly, "Young man, you've made a huge mess of this. The Tower Magic Association won't let you off the hook. But if you can do me a favor, I'm willing to help you solve this problem."

Bai Ge stopped and turned around to ask, "What's the problem?"

"Go to Big Ben and convey a message to someone for me."

The sky over London always has a gray hue, and it seems that the rainy weather has never changed since the Victorian era.

Bai Ge held up an umbrella, her shoes stepping into puddles, leaving a trail of wet footprints.

Police officers were everywhere in the subway station maintaining order. The sudden incident had trapped all the passengers inside the subway, and the crowd was being evacuated in an orderly manner after the crisis was over.

Bai Ge, wearing a baseball cap, mingled in the crowd and walked past the gloomy-faced policeman.

The streets were deserted, and banners had been put up nearby. Soldiers with grim faces stood on both sides of the street, rain streaming down their faces.

Occasionally, a few pedestrians would hurry by, passing through the desolate streets without daring to look towards the police line, fearing that if they looked any longer, they would be arrested by the secret police on the street.

The once glorious British Empire now resembles a dying man, barely clinging to its former glory with a leaky, patched-up fleet. It is a destitute regime that still tries to maintain a semblance of dignity.

Until the start of the evolution game.

The astute government officials established the Supernatural Bureau, uniting two major private player groups to form the British player community, protecting the interests of London's upper-class bureaucrats, tycoons, and nobles.

They even established a secret police force specifically to arrest dissidents, imprisoning journalists and civilians who dared to speak the truth. Don't ask why; the answer was to protect national security and freedom of speech.

Through evolutionary games, they preserved their crumbling regime, barely clinging to its last breath, and allowing the corrupt afterglow to bloom.

Countless observers were watching the people on the street from the shadows, but Bai Ge paid no attention to them, as if he were unaware of them. He leisurely strolled around the British-era buildings and attractions in London, like a tourist detached from the situation.

Big Ben.

At this moment, the landmark building was heavily guarded, but it was no big deal for a player. Bai Ge quietly entered the building, held onto the peach wood railing, and climbed the steps. His fingertips touched the ancient clock tower. The complex gears and old bricks gave Big Ben a touch of the Victorian era.

Upon reaching the top of the clock tower, Bai Ge stopped. He saw a man in a black trench coat standing in the shadows.

Bai Ge wiped his nose, frowned, and said, "This city smells of rotting corpses."

Bai Ge narrowed his eyes, staring at the Thames River in the distance. He turned to the man hiding in the shadows behind him and said, “Those homeless people who can’t find work, look numb, and have no fixed abode; middle-aged unemployed fathers who have to take on several low-paying jobs at the same time to support their families; and the decadent upper class, am I right, Your Excellency?”

The blond man slowly emerged from the darkness, crossed his arms, and frowned as he said, "You're the one who invited me out? Who exactly are you? An assassin sent by the French? Is Paris planning a second Hundred Years' War just because the Brexit agenda is stalled?"

In reality, the British Prime Minister standing before him was nothing more than a puppet inhabited by fragments of a soul. He hadn't originally intended to keep the appointment, but the contents of the note slipped to him piqued his interest. So, he deliberately bypassed the powerful Supernatural Bureau and secretly went to Big Ben for the meeting.

Bai Ge was too lazy to pay attention to the other party, but faced with the tacitly condescending attitude, he still straightened his posture and said, "Your Excellency, before I answer your question, I would like to know if you know what the UK's defense principles are?"

The British Prime Minister stated seriously, "Of course, it's about protecting the country."

Bai Ge shook his head. "No, it's to make them believe that Great Britain is protected."

"them?"

The British Prime Minister frowned. "Who are they referring to? Germany? The United States? Russia?"

Bai Ge shook his head and pointed to the British Prime Minister himself, "Of course it's your people. In fact, apart from the British, everyone else in the world knows that there isn't one."

The British Prime Minister's lips twitched. Goodness, after all this time, you're here to subtly insult Britain, aren't you?

"By the way, the person on the other end of the phone wants to discuss a business deal with you."

"Business?"

The British Prime Minister firmly believes that the person on the other end of the phone is the mastermind behind the previous slip of paper he received.

Bai Ge ignored the other party, instead grabbing his phone, turning on speakerphone, and handing it to the British Prime Minister in front of him.

The Prime Minister answered the phone with some skepticism and said, "Hello."

“I am the headmaster of Endymion Academy. Listen carefully, Your Excellency. I will only say this once: be wary of Aleister Crowley.”

The British Prime Minister was taken aback. He knew Aleister very well. As the president of the Tower of Wizardry, Aleister Crowley possessed power comparable to the Supernatural Bureau and a large number of powerful players. If it weren't for the checks and balances between Hogwarts and the Supernatural Bureau, he could overthrow Parliament in a matter of minutes and become a magical church that was above the law and the state.

The British Prime Minister asked nervously, "Why should we be wary of this person? Is he in cahoots with Russia?"

The person on the other end of the phone gave an even more desperate answer.

"No, actually he was having an affair with the French."

"what?"

The British Prime Minister's expression froze for a moment. "Oh, this is much more serious than dealing with Russia."

"If possible, Endymion Academy is willing to cooperate with the British Royal Family to resolve this major threat."

What are you talking about?

The British Prime Minister's expression became somewhat uneasy. He coughed lightly and changed the subject, "I don't know what you're talking about, but if you want to help, you should at least show some sincerity. For example, you should at least pay a visit to 10 Downing Street in person, right?"

The Prime Minister's questioning was met with a lifetime of disdainful sneers.

“Your Excellency, what I’m talking to you about today isn’t directed at you personally, but rather, through your position, I’m conveying a message to the person behind you.”

The British Prime Minister, pale-faced but still trying to appear calm, said, "I am the supreme Prime Minister of Great Britain, representing the interests of the United Kingdom. Who else is behind me?"

"No no no."

"You are not the one in charge of the country now, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. If I'm not mistaken, Queen Elizabeth has been ill and hasn't left Windsor Castle for several months now. It's almost as soon as the evolution game started that Queen Elizabeth II announced that she was staying at home to recuperate. Thinking about it, it's hard not to be suspicious."

Upon hearing this, the British Prime Minister trembled slightly, as if some of his private secrets had been exposed, causing him great unease. He wished he could immediately pull out the universe from that timeline.

"What do you mean?"

The old man on the other end chuckled, a hint of cunning in his eyes, "I'm just a little curious, is the current Queen Elizabeth II of England that old hag who never dies, or has she already merged with the faith of your British people, Artoria?"

Chapter 165 Super Trial Dungeon

The Prime Minister's expression twitched almost imperceptibly. This was a hidden move deliberately made by the British Royal Family to get rid of the puppet regime, which had fooled Hogwarts, the High Tower Magical Society, and the Supernatural Bureau. Now that his weakness had been exploited, the Prime Minister looked conflicted, wanting to say something but holding back.

The story of Queen Elizabeth II, who was originally 95 years old, turning into a 16-year-old blonde girl was initially suppressed as a royal scandal. However, after the nobles discovered that the girl who was the reincarnation of King Arthur possessed terrifying destructive power, they decided to carry out a dangerous plan.

The world order is changing, and the old order is crumbling, no longer able to restrain players with terrifying superhuman power. They need to gather around a powerful superhuman to build a new ruling order.

Some were happy, some were sad, but the most saddened was the crown prince who waited until his hair turned gray but still couldn't ascend to the throne.

In particular, Prince Cha, who had been the crown prince for sixty years and was about to pass away, was so angry that he almost went berserk. He had agreed to three years, then another three years, then another three years, and now he was over seventy years old. He was watching his mother, who was about to have only a few years left, suddenly find herself back to being a fifteen-year-old blonde girl with a cowlick.

Faced with this cheating, the distraught Crown Prince Chauvin even attempted to call the British Army to call for reinforcements to stage a coup, promising to use his royal title to storm Windsor Castle and capture the old hag alive. Fortunately, the Prime Minister arrived with a entourage and persuaded the Crown Prince to prioritize the greater good.

Crown Prince Cha, who was on the verge of exploding like a powder keg, ultimately did not make a move. It wasn't that he suddenly had a change of heart and wanted to become a filial son, but rather that after seeing the blonde young (old) woman (mother) in the white-trimmed blue cloak and silver armor wielding a giant sword and directly cleaving through a towering city wall, the 70-year-old Crown Prince Cha silently swallowed.

The army soldiers behind him silently lowered their guns.

Fighting a war? Sure!

Fighting gods? No way!

Commander Lian wiped away cold sweat and whispered to the Crown Prince not to do anything rash. After all, that one stab might not be enough to save Charles, even if hundreds of people were killed. He advised him to quickly give up the dangerous idea and become a puppet ruler.

The Crown Prince chickened out.

Then I'll just have to bear with it and be the crown prince for another 120 years.

He simply didn't believe his mother could live another forty years.

This young woman, who seems to be the reincarnation of King Arthur, has also inspired the Prime Minister to consider getting rid of the three mountains weighing on his head, if this young woman could become the new Queen of Great Britain...

Great Britain may still have a chance to restore its former glory as the world's greatest power!

This was the London government's biggest secret, which it kept hidden from the public. After becoming a player, Queen Elizabeth II completed almost all the tasks in the instance missions with ease and perfection.

The Prime Minister took a deep breath and asked coldly, "What exactly do you want?"

"This friend is wanted by the Tower Magic Association for some reason, so I hope you can persuade them to give up the pursuit of this player."

The Prime Minister's lips twitched. This was hardly a small favor; it was practically pushing him into a fire pit!

Once that emotionally unstable magic summoner loses control and goes berserk, the destructive power is comparable to Unit-01.