Chapter 371: Caught You, the Delicious Evil God Cultist

Great winds arise and clouds soar; how can we find brave warriors to guard the four directions!

Evil god, must be exterminated at any time; if not, it won't do!

Think about it: you're holding your phone, online, opening D Station, music playing, and suddenly the evil god hijacks you!

So days without the evil god are the good days!

Formation code 114514, tonight at eight—if you're a brother, join me for a blood battle at Sand City, slaying the evil Pollen God from horseback (angry)

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(Confused) Off‑season posting? Why is no one coming out to go crazy together?

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Self‑crowned.

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It's still the pinnacle of Otherworldly Prison Brother's taste (sweating), just these statues almost make me dizzy, 11111.

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(Heart) Take me along, professional craftsman; share more loot and I can color‑correct your collections for free!

Although the player community isn't a monolith, each pursuing their own interests, maintaining surface peace is already quite difficult.

Yet the escalation of the covert war inevitably drags more players in, so discussions about the Evil God Church increasingly appear on the forums.

Since it's the Evil God Church, it can't be a fun adventure dungeon; no matter how players seek amusement, they'll inevitably encounter the grim.

Especially one who was a war correspondent in reality; during a routine expedition, they accidentally stumbled into an evil god ritual and boldly photographed a flood of sensational images.

Even with the game's built‑in censorship system to protect players' sanity, seeing a pile of little broccoli and a barely‑alive child locked in a cage still shocked the players.

Thus, starting five days ago, major guilds issued notices to resolutely join the war against the Evil God Church.

They support and encourage players of their own lineage to take the initiative, clearing threats around them and expelling every Evil God cultist.

But slogans are slogans; the fact that they have entrenched themselves in the kingdom's south for years without heavy detection by the Holy Light Church shows they have covert methods beyond connections.

So most players' detective games rely on blind guesses, busying themselves with hot‑blooded zeal for days; in the end they caught few real Evil God believers, but beat up a bunch of rural charlatans.

Moreover, some dimwits lacked resolve; they went intending to expose them, but were nearly duped into a limp by the cult leader. If not for a companion pulling them back, they might have flipped on the spot.

As the incident escalated, the forum grew turbulent, so official forces of various nations, while crazily farming and building infrastructure, also took notice of the chaos within the distant kingdom.

"This won't do; players can resort to outright violence and still hold their own, but when it comes to using brains… I can't comment."

"If this continues, the story of an otherworldly counter‑invasion of Earth might actually happen; this is no ordinary evil god, we must strike hard!"

Regardless, one of their in‑game missions is to protect civilians, so they dispatched professionals to guide reinforcements, at least sparing players some hardship.

Later, the Glue Nation held a summit; I won't detail the squabbling, but ultimately they jointly urged that certain things in the Yangyue World be cut when needed, without hesitation.

Among the professionals sent to guide players in exterminating the evil god was Cang Lang, a former armed police officer now a special operative of the Foreign Affairs Bureau; his experience dealing with such supernatural stuff is immense.

At first they thought all players entering the kingdom were level‑20 or higher; with their own command, beating a bunch of gullible squid‑worshipping idiots would be a piece of cake, right?

Turns out the idiots do exist, but they're basically on our side.

"What? Brother, I don't get that hand sign; in reality I'm just a security guard."

"Hold on, Wote? Who are you? Why should we listen to an Asian person!"

"There really aren't any weird people… huh? That… a finely made‑up noble girl on a midnight road—doesn't that make sense? Have you ever played a 2D game?"

Your friend·Desert Cang Lang·is now online.

Fortunately the game has a player‑vs‑player penalty system, though it no longer outright bans accounts as in the closed beta.

But if the officials flag your ID pink for days as a warning, or put you on a bounty list, turning you into a chest monster that drops gold when killed, that's bad.

It's not that Cang Lang believes the few players capable of beating him in today's community would travel far for this reward and strip off their facades.

But the mission is paramount; no player would trust a guy with a pink tag as a reliable commander, unless he's truly a child.

Thus in the early stage of this anti‑evil war, Huaxia relied mainly on the full official lineup C, but lacking manpower, efficiency was low.

If we talk purely about K/D, the best record belongs to White Eagle; it's because Howard's Father Grievers Alliance, made up of neurotic lunatics, is so strong.

Because their minds are inherently abnormal, forming a bizarre closed logic loop, when facing Evil God believers they not only remain unmoved but also deal reverse damage.

"I… I… I… how can I not speak against you? No, I am loyal to the divine master! Ah! I sacrifice myself, I'm finished!"

As for the old stubborn ones who can't be taken down by talk alone, usually the highest‑level bosses in the dungeon, they have a different damage formula.

"Father Grievers, assemble!"

Just fight; who can beat a group that truly believes they have superpowers, nurtured by another world into endless confidence and madness?

Unless the evil god dares to fully strike on the Holy Light Father's territory, no one can match them.

Yet facing such brilliant records and a powerful team, Howard, as the leader, is not pleased.

Because…

"Brothers and sisters, I beg you, could you hold back a bit when you strike? Even if I am, I'm the Otherworldly Nick Fury, not the Otherworldly Bruce Wayne!"

But expecting a group of self‑proclaimed saviors with powers to restrain themselves is impossible; at best, each can get into Wort Company, join a seven‑person squad and work alongside Azu, which isn't bad.

Thus, at worst a tower collapses, at best a village is flattened; with or without cause they swing hometown cattle and sheep at people, even tossing the house roofs away.

Howard can only be the classic middle‑aged, down‑on‑his‑luck white protagonist of a comedy film—a loser barking orders, while no one cares.

"NO! NO! NO! Isn't there a big rock over there? Put down that innocent carriage!"

"Damn, stop the laser eye when it misses, don't aim at other people's houses!"

"Senior, can you persuade them not to sneakily take things from the viscount's house? What? You did it too? Stealing the cellar's collection?"

He didn't not consider reporting to superiors, but that thick‑skinned idiot's reply was.

Cough, sorry, Thomas's kid, there are too many people watching this matter… it's really hard to balance the books.

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Haha, you get it, if this gets exposed it won't be good for either of us, and if the rival family takes this position it would be terrible.

So… what does that mean?

Xiao Huo, since your family has money anyway, just put it down for now.

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I kneel and beg you, okay? My family's ancestral office building is about to be sold, I really can't afford it!

So, purely in terms of positive impact, White Eagle, as an official force that actually took action, might have to foot the bill, after all it's the classic script of working half a day then leaving a mess and losing money.

Then who is actually winning this anti‑evil war?

Is it the Royal? Gaul? Roxia? or EastJapan?

The answer is none of those, it's me, Tianzhu Da!

Indeed, trying to counter stubborn Death God followers with verbal firepower is difficult, but certainly not impossible!

Facing the legendary Mo Di Lao Xian, even the most devout heretics can only be forced to retreat, suffering a crushing defeat in doctrinal debate and attaining a great enlightenment.

"I've awakened, haha, I've awakened! So you are the true savior! Immortal above, your humble ant wishes to convert, please be magnanimous!"

The Death God watching all this saw its subordinates kneeling reverently to others, and instantly turned red‑hot.

What crap about other families' territories, what crap about the Sun Lord, if I don't step in today, faith might collapse and I'll fall!

If this irate Death God were to slay the Old Immortal on the spot, perhaps its cult could still be saved by weaving a tale of a deity appearing and cutting down heretics.

And this already legendary story could end here, with the Old Immortal stepping back and a future rematch as the conclusion.

The problem is the story could become even more legendary, because the Death God feels that merely appearing is already bullying; striking would be too much.

Where you fall, you must get up there; didn't you win my followers through debate? Come, let's have a match!

Upon hearing that, the Old Immortal didn't panic, but struck a high‑difficulty yoga pose, accepting this war of reasoning.

Thus, three thousand years later… at least both sides claim to have battled for three thousand years in the Heavenly Dao Realm, half an hour later in the real world.

"Immortal above, how could a minor god dare compete with fireflies against the bright moon! I have attained great enlightenment, my heart is sincere, please accept me to continue cultivating!"

The Old Immortal didn't rejoice wildly, but plucked a flower, smiled, nodded silently, and thus accepted the disciple.

As for reverse‑proselytizing the other world, it's a cause for nationwide jubilation; the celebrating populace is about to make this day a holiday.

But for other forces… it truly is a big deal!

After all, even if you clean out the newbie village's experience, they only guarantee getting players to about level twenty.

Dealing with those stinky tomatoes, rotten potatoes and high‑level trash fish is fine for safe travel within the Kingdom, but to go further depends entirely on the player's luck.

Therefore, even though the public test has been near a month, there are still no players who have broken through to level thirty; even the fastest are grinding monsters everywhere.

But the Death God, even if it's just a rural sub‑god like Rock Dragon Leinorz, to swindle the populace into offering incense must be at least a thirty‑something level being.

And this isn't some money‑hiring, nor a patron‑leg‑up; it's the deity submitting to the player, a truly wholly player‑owned combat power.

Thus, regardless of weightings, all leaderboards unanimously bumped the Tianzhu Official Guild's rank, placing it third in overall strength and first in combat power.

Seeing Third Brother finally post a record, Cang Lang could no longer sit still.

Moreover, human patience has limits; after it was clearly agreed that all actions follow commands, the Internet Princess, still supported by two sycophants, caused a fiasco leading to mission failure.

He thought since they can't understand Mahayana Buddhism, let them feel the charm of Shaolin kung fu!

When the opponent finally lost patience and launched a siege, the already‑irritated Cang Lang unleashed a true "Three Fists Two Feet" technique, instantly sending Boiling Xiao Hu back to the urinal.

Now the Little Princess and Dual‑faced Cat were completely terrified, stopped crying and fussing, and their cleverness instantly seized the high ground.

"Big Brother, calm down, my friend just doesn't get humans, we get it, we really get it!"

"Yes, big brother, you're the boss, whatever you say is law, it's just a stalk, we'll go right away!"

All I can say is that Little Tree didn't fix or straighten, just gave a slight shake, and not only re‑tracked that Death God follower but also lit up their lair on the map.

Holding the Death God leader whose spine had already been smashed by a hammer, Cang Lang instantly felt… well, extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures, sometimes you have to use force.

Thus, in the southern region of the Kingdom a ruthless figure named 'Great Desert Cang Lang' appeared, slashing through players to kill the Death God everywhere,

and when the quest wasn't active he'd smile and chat about old uncle and younger brother, but once activated he'd instantly turn hostile, lightly scolding any slight disobedience and severely striking for major ones.

In less than three days he became the legendary 'Pink Death God', and the Death God 'Seek Only Death' that spread from the closed beta, because he liked wearing a black suit, was consequently titled 'Black Death God'.

"Whoa, so effective?"

Now it's not just a single faction; after learning of this tactic, the equally frazzled peers from other nations all copied it, intending to let players experience what 'rough‑and‑ready fists and kicks' are.

And just as they were about to hammer the demon heart with iron fists and sweep chaos with heavy legs, using supreme player‑level force to bury the Death God cult,

LaoZhao: I said stop, stop.

"What are you doing? Just entering the game won't solve the problem?"

"Don't bring up other stuff! Threatening the populace is something we can actually do? You're destroying our foundation!"

Thus, as the primary offender, Cang Lang was dispatched to Mai Xiang Ling, becoming the head of the farmland security battalion.