Chapter 301: The Grand Campaign (3)

Chapter 301: The Grand Campaign (3)

8.

-We dont know who you are. Be glad that we dont! If we knew who you were, by now, your arms and legs would have been finely chopped up with nail clippers, and after smashing your eyeballs with a hammer, yeah! Your family! Friends! No, even the hometown you were born in! Your world itself, which carelessly threw away trash like you without proper waste separation! All of it! Already! Would have been torn to shreds! Oh! Look forward to it! Im really looking forward to seeing if your proud vocal cords can still sing like a nightingale even when they are torn into 23 pieces!!

Click.

The Assistant Writer turned off the recorder. It was not a mechanical recorder, but a magical one. A magic item that fully embodied the skill of [Capturing a Persons Voice].

This is the official statement that echoed over Monopolized City yesterday.

The atmosphere seems quite different from the official statements I know of.

To us, this is routine. Death King. Because of you, the spiders of the Magic Tower are seriously pissed off.

Do you regret it?

What?

Im just asking. Do you feel that your decision to act with me was a bit hasty?

What are you talking about? I obviously.

The Assistant Writer dropped the recorder.

Crack.

Her high heel crushed the magic device.

Obviously, its going to be insanely fun.

The Assistant Writers dim eyes were smirking.

I didnt understand why the Corner Librarian chose a man like you as a messenger. But now I think I know. You, with a face that seems clueless about the ways of the world, know how to play with peoples hearts.

Thats a bit harsh. Im not playing around. I always live seriously.

Ah, Im sure you do. Thats what makes you even more vile! Youre the best.

I couldnt tell if it was an insult or a compliment.

Kwaaaa Aaah.

A distant explosion sounded. The vibration traveled across the cave ceiling, causing water droplets on the stalactites to fall. The cold water seeped into our scalps. We shook our heads like cats.

Damn it.

It seems the Magic Tower has sent another search party into the cave.

Yeah, well be discovered here soon too. Lets move quickly. In a city, maybe, but a chase scene in a cave, thats just a farce fit for a horror movie!

[The Eye Living in the Labyrinth guides you to a safe zone.]

[The Lone Seeker of Truth distracts the intruders.]

We evacuated under the protection of the constellations. Kwaaaang Kooong As we hastened our steps, the sound of explosions grew more distant.

The Magic Tower had been certain for some time that we were hiding in the underground caves. The current vibrations were caused by the Towers spiders indiscriminately firing magic.

They must be frantically searching for me.

But the caves of Monopolized City are strangely vast.

We immediately moved to our next hideout.

Even if one entrance to the cave collapses, a new one appears the next day. Its as if this underground world is a giant monster, constantly alive and moving.

The terrain makes the search difficult.

Moreover, numerous constellations and countless followers are aiding us.

In a direct confrontation, maybe, but in this game of hide-and-seek, the Magic Tower is at a disadvantage.

Whats the next plan? Huh?

The Assistant Writer asked with an excited face.

Hmm.

Since the start of the Grand Campaign, the Assistant Writer was completely fired up. I would paint the big picture, and she would tailor, fabricate, disseminate, and reproduce rumors according to local circumstances, steering events in our favor.

Just like a devout follower of Hamustra.

Is this also my responsibility?

I gave a bitter smile.

Next, we need to meet with the followers of the Sword Emperor.

9.

We do not acknowledge someone like you.

10.

The Sword Emperor?

The Assistant Writer smiled.

It was not a gentle smile. Certainly, it was not filled with goodwill.

Humans are creatures who smile even when testing others.

A place full of people obsessed with swords. It can hardly be called a group. Its more like a gathering of individuals who personally worship the Sword Emperor, training with each other. Their daily routine is simple: breakfast, training, lunch, training, dinner, training, sleep, and then more training Why meet such lunatics?

Slowly, an Anti-Magic Tower Alliance is starting to rise.

Koooooong.

Another explosion echoed from beyond our hideout.

It seemed like the fight between the Magic Towers pursuit team and the followers resisting them was intensifying.

[The Lone Seeker of Truth requests reinforcements from other constellations!]

[The Incarnation of Love and Lust is busy watching the campaign.]

[The Warhorse of the Eternal Plains advises handling it alone.]

When you were alone with the Sword Emperor, he said to you.

Without any payment?

There.

Your alias is the Echoing Plant Roar. A master of sound arts. Your real name is Xiao Chen, a member of a renowned family from the World of a Thousand Swords, but in reality, you were an illegitimate child and lived wandering outside since you were young.

You were deeply fascinated by the Sword Emperor. The Sword Emperor had charged through the martial world alone, without any help from a prestigious family.

You asked to climb the Tower with the Sword Emperor, but he rejected you, finding you bothersome. You couldnt accept it.

Every night, you went to where the Sword Emperor was staying and mimicked a cats cry. Very loudly. When the Sword Emperor angrily chased after you, you fled far away, and when he tried to sleep again, youd sneak back in and cry like a cat.

Then one winter, you were caught pretending to sleep by the Sword Emperor and got severely beaten.

The Sword Emperor said,

Kid, do you know why Im hitting you?

Because youre incredibly weak and have the audacity to seek teachings? No.

Because you disturb someones sleep? Not that either.

Its just because you mimic a cats cry.

I hate cats.

Very much.

So, youre going to get beaten a lot from now on.

Hmm.

The atmosphere was tense.

If Ive touched on unpleasant memories, I apologize. I only wish to gain your recognition. No matter how much you deny it or find it hard to believe, I have truly come here to continue the will of the Sword Emperor.

I know the alias of the person sitting there, staring blankly, is Flower Leisure Bow. I know your name, your origin, and most importantly, what time you spent with the Sword Emperor and what conversations you had. I can tell you the personal details of everyone here.

Because if the Sword Emperor knew it, I know it too.

Ah. Of course, saying this might still be hard to accept.

If talking alone solved problems, you wouldnt have joined a crazy-named group like the Sword Emperors sect.

Come at me.

I will take on each of you one by one.

You

What are you?

My alias is the Death King.

I am the successor who received the Aura from the greatest of all time in the World of a Thousand Swords, the heir who inherited the sword from the number one under the snowy sky, and one day, I will step even further than the constellations you worship in your temple.

Then, I humbly request a lesson.

Elders.

12.

The followers of the Sword Emperors sect have repelled the Magic Towers pursuit team.

The Assistant Writer walked steadily.

And they did it right in the middle of the street. Regular hunters are quite shaken up. The Sword Emperors followers are known for not interfering with external affairs and playing among themselves, but this time, they openly opposed the Magic Tower.

We were climbing a cave passage. The passage had stairs that gradually increased our altitude. The pressure of the underground, the texture of the earth, flowed down my thighs and calves.

[The Warhorse of the Eternal Plains] and [The Lone Seeker of Truth] are also gathering their followers. [The Incarnation of Love and Lust] might not be much help in combat, but could unexpectedly provide help through connections. Well, in a way.

Step.

The Anti-Magic Tower Alliance is almost complete.

Light shone at my feet.

Not the light of a torch lit in the cave or the magical light sparked by the Assistant Writer, but a streak of faint sunlight streaming from the dreary sky.

Congratulations, Death King.

Ten days.

After hiding in the underground caves and living in hiding, I looked up at the sky for the first time in quite a while.

For the first time in 150 years, as you desired, we have gained the sharpest blade of rebellion.

In the sky of the fiftieth stage, there were spires erected.

The towers, painted in pitch black as if to mock the brilliant sky, had no windows, indicating a refusal to let anyone in or out.

Most importantly, each of the five towers looked like fingers, as if trying to grasp and pull down the sky.

Whose hand could they resemble?

Good.

I looked at the Magic Tower and smiled.

Lets bring down the elder.

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