bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 208 Taka
"Open service?!"

Han Dongwen glanced behind Xuanji's board, and suddenly yelled out in surprise.

Xiao Hongdou, who was sleeping soundly next to him, was almost woken up, he quickly closed his mouth, stood up, frowning and paced back and forth.

In the forum displayed by Xuanji Pan, there have been no explosive posts for a while.

It can be called a big medicine, that is, apart from his handsome "Simeng Propaganda Video", promotional videos from several other countries are also being released one after another.

But to Han Dongwen, these promotional videos were almost meaningless.

The first is that Simeng himself played the role in the promotional film. He put on a filter and watched it over and over again. He had already writhed on the bed several times with a grinning smile. He wished he could share it with others before watching others. National promotional videos, I always feel that this is all there is to it, compare it with me.

The second is that for Han Dongwen, the two countries that he really cares about right now, one is Taka and the other is the Principality of West Asia, have not yet been released.

"How can this be opened?"

Han Dongwen almost scratched his head anxiously. It's not yet time to invite the fairy code, and he doesn't know if he has completed the task given by Prince Gao. If the server is opened, will he be able to escape from the golden light?

Holding the Xuanji plate, he read the instructions inside carefully over and over again, but found something strange.

"...Stress test, random distribution of official accounts?"

Han Dongwen frowned.

In his memory, "Queyin" has never done this kind of nonsense.

Even when the game was launched, the server was down for two hours because too many people registered at the same time.

But even if it is down, there is no restriction on new player registration after recovery?
"It seems that it is because I did something... Is this what is said in parallel world science fiction works, changing the world line?"

Han Dongwen sighed, and glanced at the comment area, only to find a familiar name.

"Sherlock Hook's live broadcast room?"

He was a little surprised to see Sherlock Hook's name here. This kind of official post made this kind of promotion top. When did Sherlock Hook and "Queyin" officially hook up?
Idle is also idle, Han Dongwen thought for a while, then tried to click into the live broadcast room.

To his surprise, the Xuanji disk can also display his live broadcast room.

Of course, the inability to interact is considered a default restriction.

In Sherlock Hook's live broadcast room, there was a countdown on a black screen. It was the last 2 minutes. Han Dongwen glanced at the title and was immediately attracted.

[First release on the whole network!Heavy weight before server opening!Publicity PV in Taka area! 】

"This kid has quite a lot of resources, and this kind of first-hand information can also be obtained. It seems that he is really an official meal."

Han Dongwen was speechless secretly, and waited with great interest.

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"Everything is suffering, but there is no Buddha."

The deep and old narration sounded like an old man talking.

It's just that behind his voice, there is still a painful trembling sound.

The picture lights up, and the scene of Taka's prosperous and lively market is transmitted. People seem to live and work in peace and contentment, enjoying the luxury of stability and peace as citizens of a big country.

"River fish, come and see, the river fish this morning!"

"Oysters from Blood Harbor, it's too late!"

The lively shouting came one after another, and suddenly there were some strange noises in the crowded street.

The crowd gradually quieted down, vendors stopped hawking, and pedestrians stopped communicating.

They all looked up to the side of the street, then put their hands together and raised them to their foreheads.

The crowds of people lined up on both sides like a divided ocean, leaving the way for a group of monks.

A group of blindfolded monks in dark red robes all bowed their heads and prayed to the Buddha with palms together, walking slowly forward on the road.

They couldn't see the way, but it didn't matter. Wherever this group of monks went, the surrounding crowd would naturally and respectfully give way.

Under such courtesy, the blindfolded monks gradually walked into the distance. After a long time, the crowd became lively again.

However, by the window of a building next to the market, a figure stood and watched the group of monks for a long time, until they left his sight, then turned around and walked out of the camera.

When he turned around, he could see the mask on the man's face, which was a cat made of emerald.

The screen turns black and the narration plays.

"There is only self-crossing, self-crossing."

The tone is miserable, as if I can't bear to read.

"boom!"

With a heavy muffled sound, a man fell on the battlefield. His head was deformed and sunken by the heavy Zen rod, and his eyes almost popped out.

The heavy Zen stick is dragged on the ground, and the camera moves up, gradually showing the whole picture.

This is a battlefield.

A one-sided slaughterhouse.

The monks and soldiers in vermilion robes waved the weapons in their hands, and some of them even connected the seals in their hands, lighting up bursts of Buddha's light. The seals and lights bombarded the enemies in front of them like bombs. A group of people who were unable to fight back, from a certain country Golden Armored Soldiers.

"Kill life and protect the Dharma, and stop the Buddha's enemies!"

Rather than a battle cry, the slogans of these monks and soldiers are more like the sound of solemn chanting, as if they are not killing people, but saving evil spirits.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the distance of the battlefield, smoke and dust danced, and a group of armored cavalry rushed towards the monks at high speed with spears in hand.

The sudden impact was very effective. Several monks were thrown by the spears and the morale of the golden armored soldiers finally cheered up a bit.

However, before the cavalry had time to turn the horse's head, a violent tremor sounded from outside the screen, and together with it hit the ears, there was also a loud and piercing neighing like a siren.

Xiangming!

The horses and the people were swept over by the thick elephant trunks, and the people turned on their backs. The giant elephant that rushed into the battlefield trampled many golden armored soldiers into a pulp just by moving.

These white elephants are no ordinary elephants, they are simply much taller than the so-called mammoths!

Their bodies with rough skin and thick flesh are covered with thick golden armor. On the thick ivory, there are several dazzling gold rings and bracelets like jewelry.

Rich and deadly.

A series of cuts began to flip quickly, and it was possible to see such taka monk soldiers overwhelmingly defeating all kinds of enemy troops on various battlefields.

The screen turned black, and the narration sounded again.

"If you send out a kind heart, you will retreat in a moment. If you encounter a bad relationship, your thoughts will increase."

The tone of the voice read out, every sentence is more painful than every sentence.

Under the black screen, there was the sound of a sharp knife piercing into the flesh.

The screen lighted up slowly, and the tragic battlefield just now had become cold and gloomy.

The monk soldiers, war elephants, and the Taka army, which had been dominant just now, have all fallen in a pool of blood.

If the battlefield just now was like a slaughterhouse, the battlefield at this moment is as desolate as a deserted grave.

A pair of short daggers were stabbed in the chests of these monks and soldiers, and in the eyes of the giant elephants. The handles of the daggers were all covered with gold and inlaid with silver, and they were extremely gorgeous and luxurious ritual objects.

What is even more striking is that these daggers are all inlaid with a piece of emerald green jadeite.

The tragedy of every battlefield is like this.

The scene returns to the original market, and the group of blindfolded monks fell in a pool of blood like monks and soldiers on the battlefield. However, this time, it seems that the murderer has not left.

That was the person who appeared on the second floor before. He was still wearing the mask made of emerald, standing quietly among the corpses of the blindfolded monks like a god of death. The Taka people around him had already fled in a hurry. The unattended fish for sale are still swimming crowded in the cage.

The emerald mask raised his head and looked at the window on the second floor where he was before——

Gao, wearing a white cat mask, stood there, nodding quietly.

"There is hell."

The black picture was accompanied by the ethereal sound of chanting Buddha, and the words Taka emerged.

(End of this chapter)