Chapter 138: Salvation Army Assembles

The news spread quickly and was confirmed by the relevant players.

Because the Star-Bearer did not hide it at all; he even naturally held a press conference when questioned by everyone. That platinum-colored Elf spoke with a sweet and longing expression, uttering remarks that denied the progress of all life—remarks that could be called terrifying to the extreme.

"We believe that the current direction of sentient life's evolution is wrong. Genes spread and grow wantonly under the influence of the natural environment and psionic energy, and countless unnecessary structures have appeared in the bloodlines and bodies as historical redundancy... Ah, I am sorry, you probably do not understand the concept of genes. But we have already stood on the shoulders of the Ancient Ones and, using our wisdom and our King, have found the path of life."

"Natural evolution can only be described in two words: failure. And now, we will define what is called success. Those of you who have gone astray on the path of evolution need not worry; we will fully consider your genes and wisdom, and we will absorb and summarize your excellent individuals."

"We will kill all demons and completely drive those monsters—who wish for nothing but emptiness—out of this world. We will redefine the goodness and beliefs, morals and models of this world."

"The Antarctic Giant Tower is merely the first step in defining this world, and it is the very beginning. We had hoped to let you obtain the most primitive happiness in your dreams, but it seems you will not be able to have such sweet dreams now. It does not matter; we will love you. Because you will sooner or later become one of us; we are a unified individual, you are me, and I am you."

It is hard to describe the eeriness of the scene at that moment in words. The image could even be called nauseating, hair-raising to the extreme. That beautiful and kind-looking Elf smiled, and pure golden light erupted from their eyes.

In that instant, hundreds and thousands of Elves looked at the crowd in unison. These Elves wore smiles, just like that mad wizard Li Ang who stood on the Arctic snowfield years ago, smiling as he looked at everyone. That smiling man eventually inscribed his own soul onto this race of Star-Bearers.

This scene also convinced everyone of one thing. There was likely no such thing as a Star-Bearer faction from the very beginning.

At the very start, when people saw that individual who landed on the snowfield, those who witnessed his miracles had already become the first captives. There would no longer be any other colors or concepts in these people's minds, and nothing else would fill their actions and thoughts. They were forever the core of the Star-Bearer, an extension of the will of the psionic aggregate named Li Ang.

There was no love, no self-interest, no longing; there was only an endless ambition called expansion. There were only countless buildings, and the Elves spreading out from those buildings. These platinum-colored Elves, whose faces were completely different, all possessed the will of that same person.

People finally understood that those Elves, those Humans, and those guys who looked like Humans but were not, those players, and those other Star-Bearers, had long since become puppets.

How could they possibly distinguish a zombie that had already joined the Star-Bearers, possessed absolutely no self-awareness, yet acted according to its past habits?

A zombie living in the Human world, displaying everything just like a Human—bleeding, feeling fear, and showing no difference from normal Humans in interpersonal relationships and friendships—in such a situation, what could Humans do to distinguish these nominal zombies? It was an impossible task.

Even those Chaos Demons would show their own desires that differed from ordinary people, but the pollution and terrifying spread of the Star-Bearers were silent; they lived on normally from the heart.

Many times they were excellent soldiers, sweet young girls, or little girls who looked timid but revealed a grin. These individuals, who were no different from normal Humans, would inexplicably, one day, suddenly reveal a ferocious grin at everyone and drag everything around them into a vortex of destruction.

This terror and panic drove both worlds into a frenzy.

"Notification: Four hundred and thirty-nine large organizations and collectives have begun to harbor hostility toward you!"

"Notification: A grand encirclement net has appeared! You will face the suppression of the entire world!"

"Notification: The Human Lianbang has declared war on the Star-Bearer Sect!"

"Notification: The Salvation Army is currently assembling!"

"Hmm, that's right, that's it. Be more afraid, be more panicked, and then gradually tear apart the Veil of this world. Only in this way can I absorb more magic, evolve my technology faster, and only in this way can I absorb more power to bombard the shield in the sky..."

Feeling the magic power transmitted from all directions after the Star-Bearer declaration that appeared at the press conference, Li Ang floated in the Star-Observation Room and closed his eyes quite comfortably.

The panic, despair, and some reckless support of countless sentient lives—those extreme emotions began to boil the environment of the Subspace like heat. In the past, no matter how much certain regions struggled, no matter how heavy the pain was, this was a numb world. Although people would become very intense in certain areas, the Subspace was relatively calm in terms of breadth.

But now, the situation has become completely different. Countless panic and despair, as well as the excitement and screams of self-destruction, have completely boiled the entire Subspace. Even within the region where Li Ang is located, some demons belonging to the Star-Bearer concept have spontaneously emerged.

These pure Subspace creatures have stripped away the other four emotions and set pure destruction and rebirth as their basic core, submitting under Li Ang's command.

This unexpected joy added wings to a tiger for Li Ang's army on the road to crushing the entire Old World.

Although many Order-aligned organizations and individuals expressed anger and dissatisfaction with the extreme ideas of the Star-Bearers, and even assembled armies to resist, without exception, they eventually became ghosts under the platinum light or burning skeletons around the path of advancement.

Time is almost up; the entire era has begun to enter the final stage. In fact, many times, certain countries have had the ability to end the entire world at a certain period. But limited by various technologies and distances, although they could crush everything, they could only gnaw slowly around their own borders; this is what is called garbage time. It is precisely because of the length of this time that various accidents occur.

But this is a world that possesses Magic, and Li Ang's idea is very simple. He has now reached the garbage time zone. After breaking the situation from the ice field, there is no longer any organization or individual in this world that can suppress his development, so why not just be direct and complete the final mission.

In fact, Li Ang's judgment was very correct; he did not have hypocritical dialogues with those Chaos Gods, nor did he make any so-called compromises with them, and Li Ang eventually received his own reward.

There is no more strategic garbage time; there is only a massive encirclement net, and a final decisive battle is waiting.

No, to be precise, he is now just facing the prelude to the final decisive battle.

Because the main forces of the Salvation Army are assembling, and the demons are crazily uniting with these saviors, sharing the mysteries of Magic and emotions with each other, letting them begin to fight side by side with the demons, preparing to resist the sky-fire strikes from the Star-Bearers and the charges of the Soul-less Knights.

But before that, they had already used the fastest speed to assemble an army of over two million people, pouring in from all directions, scattered and disorganized, to completely collapse the Star-Bearer Matrix. These people were suicide squads; they clearly knew that their actions would likely have no effect and could only delay time. However, these teams without a common banner or core command were there just to delay time. Their time was too short; there was no time to train for cooperation, nor was there a foundation of emotion for a common command to be accepted. There was only infighting, scheming, and messy hatred among them.

Rather than internal friction, it is better to let them go to battle to buy enough time for the subsequent encirclement.

Looking at the hundreds of attack arrows clearly marked on the screen, Li Ang's expression was calm, feeling time condensing within his body, preparing for the worst for the final campaign.

And just at this moment, in the air behind him, the figure of the Phoenix King appeared once again. This Phoenix King, who was single-mindedly devoted to his own race, did not intend to betray his covenant until the end, but stood behind Li Ang, looking at the projected hundreds of attack arrows and the division of dozens of races, raised his eyebrows without surprise, and spoke his opinion in a cold and firm voice.

"What you have done is terrifying. I am afraid only the actions of the Ancient Ones at the very beginning can be commensurate with your war. The figures of the Elves will be shown to everyone after this action regardless. Ulthuan will appear as your core ally, while the other Elves will crusade against me, this Phoenix King."

"Once successful, the title of Phoenix King will cease to exist, and they will also gain the right to free development. And even if it fails, the Star-Bearer will live on in the guise of an Elf, creating a new world."

"Did you reverse the failure and success?"

Li Ang listened to Orivien's words and raised his eyebrows somewhat strangely.

"Shouldn't it be that once it fails, the Phoenix King will cease to exist, and if it succeeds, you will continue to walk with us?"

"Of course not. Because what we are doing is something without any morality or integrity. We all know that we are actually very clear about morality and rules, and we also know what kind of results our actions will bring, but we did it anyway. From the perspective of interest, I hope we succeed. But morally, that is not the case."

"Morality, huh..."

"Yes. It is a question of morality."

Looking at the dazzling array of arrow marks on the screen, the Phoenix King said softly: "I killed all my elders and sent them into the Forest of Silence to become the power source of Ulthuan. I handed all this magic power to you, letting you kill everything that could move on the entire Old World."

"And in the future, you will definitely kill more. The next war will be a reproduction of myths. I will be under your command, acting as your avatar to kill Elves. Grassland Elves, Night Elves, Dark Elves, or whatever other Elves, everyone will die. On this hasty final battlefield, everyone will die."

"Then all this love and hate, all this despair and pain, all this magic power and Soul, will become part of your ritual. All this will become the final food to overturn the entire Void, make the Subspace tremble, and make the world collapse. Then, under your manipulation, using everything on the entire planet as power, you will attempt to destroy the shield in the Starry Sky. I know, you just want to be a little faster. But we really have no need to pretend to be gentlemen."

"We are all tyrants, and we must have the demeanor of tyrants. At this time, saying anything about regret or having good intentions is an injustice to the innocent who died at our hands."

"... So when did you think I was such a sentimental person?"

Looking at Orivien, who seemed to be a bit talkative, with a speechless expression, Li Ang sighed helplessly.

"In the end, if it weren't for the Chaos Gods blocking my technology, I could never have done such extreme things. They need to control these things; it is their instinct and their vocation. There is no way they would let go. If I had a choice, I wouldn't want to go to this extent either."

"You have a choice. Isn't the players' world your backup option?"

"That world is too narrow to accommodate my ideals. To truly do something, I still need more population and more territory. This planet is very suitable. If it fails, then we'll deal with the failure later."

"Hmm. If it fails, I will try to kill you, pretending to be a last-ditch effort after being brainwashed. I have already prepared a suicide note, and I suggest you make some preparations too."

"When exactly are you going to kill me? If possible, I hope it's at the most critical moment of the final battle; the emotions brought about then will be the strongest."

"I will find that time to kill you. It is very likely that others will also cooperate to help me; in any case, just wait for your death."

"How I will die is not yet certain."

Turning to look at the calm-faced Orivien, Li Ang smiled slightly, and light also lit up in the pupils of the Pale Army in the corner.

"I have already said it, I am everyone, and everyone is me. We cannot just keep waiting for death inside this planet, can we? Besides, I suggest you had better contact them; that way, it will look more realistic when you defect."

"Won't that lower your Soul income?"

"Compared to quality, I prefer quantity. If you operate well, the quantity will increase significantly, and I can earn even more. Just go ahead and contact them with peace of mind."

Waving his hand, Li Ang looked at the hundreds of attack arrows in the sky above and slightly closed his eyes.

The next instant, the world before his eyes was already pure white.

There will be another chapter around two or three o'clock.

(End of this chapter)