I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

"Those two... We seem to have no grievances, right? Although I am British, I am just a stinky pen, so what are you?"

"It is true that we have no enmity with you, and national hatred and family hatred will not be found on you, but can you please explain your smearing of Joan of Arc in your writings? The French devil, The hated hag, you should be familiar with these evaluations, right?"

"This, this..."

Shakespeare's face turned black immediately. He only wrote this out of anger at the time, how could he expect that people would come to his door after his death.

"Hey, it's all for the sake of food. At that time, the conflict between our two countries was so deep, so I wrote this for sales."

Voltaire and Montesquieu did not make things difficult for Shakespeare, they just wanted to teach this senior who turned black and white a lesson.

While Britain and France were having friendly exchanges here, Da Vinci, the team leader, also successfully met Gilgamesh.

"Are these people the only ones here? But it's enough to deal with the mere 'dystopian' demon king."

After reviewing the list, a satisfied smile appeared on Gilgamesh's handsome face.

"There is no way, the heroic spirits of the Philosophy Department have the heavy responsibility of stabilizing the history of pan-humanity, and it is impossible to transfer all of them."

Da Vinci shrugged. With her special status, she knew a lot about the secrets of Xingyue World, but she would not reveal them until the critical moment.

"By the way, to deal with the 'dystopian' demon king, you only need the heroic spirits of the Renaissance period, right? Why did you ask me to pick a few heroic spirits from the Reformation and Enlightenment period? I always feel that your actions this time seem to be inappropriate. It's purely to defeat the so-called Demon King."

"That's right, we intend to take this opportunity to secretly weaken the power of the upper-level community 'Heaven'. This matter was proposed by the man on the mountain."

Gilgamesh graciously admitted, and then told Da Vinci the whole plan, anyway, there is no need to hide it from his own people.

"The Renaissance, the Reformation, and the Enlightenment are all chain events. If this is the case, why not disintegrate the theocracy and kingship together when solving the dystopia? After all, these two are the root causes of the dystopian trend of thought. .”

Hearing this, Da Vinci's expression was a little strange, because it was too strange for Gilgamesh to say these words.

Anti-theocracy is understandable, everyone knows that the King of Heroes does not deal with the gods, but is the one who bid farewell to the gods.

But anti-royalty, isn't this anti-self?

The most outrageous thing is that he still likes the one with the airs of the king the most.

Of course, it’s not impossible to insist on understanding. Anyway, Uruk is destroyed, and Gilgamesh’s anti-royalty belongs to another family.

"Okay, when will we start to act?" Da Vinci put aside the entanglement in his heart, "I heard that other communities have also come up with solutions?"

"Let's go to the frontline station now, the king will arrange someone to lead you the way."

Gilgamesh signed the document, handed it to Da Vinci, and instructed him at the same time.

"The Emperor Shihuang is in charge of it now, and all your actions are subject to his arrangements. This king is waiting for your good news."

…………

Outside the box garden.

Croya wandered on the time axis, looking for a time node suitable for spreading the plague.

A hundred years of time was slowly reversed, and Croya went up against the time axis, and finally stopped at the beginning of the fourteenth century.

"Transportation was not well developed in ancient times, and it would take time for the plague to spread throughout Eurasia, so let's do it at this point."

Croya tapped his monocle lightly, and the appearance of this era appeared in front of his eyes, and he began to choose a suitable plague carrier.

"Put it directly on people? No, it may arouse the vigilance of those in power before it spreads, and it will not have the effect Canary wants."

"It's best to put it on an animal, and this animal is closely related to people's lives, and at the same time it can span east and west and spread all over the continent."

Following this line of thought, Croya decided to use the rat as a carrier to spread the plague, and raised the staff of civilization to release the power of death.

"Liberation! Law in my name, humble thing crawling in the gutter, spread my malice to the whole world as much as you want."

The cross of life and death appeared behind him, and the white representing the way of life turned into the black of death, exuding a strong ominous meaning.

Croya's expression was cold, the eyes behind the monocle shone red, and the black storm poured into the time node and rushed away.

The wind of plague swept through countless parallel worlds, and planted the seeds of disaster on the rats without the knowledge of human beings.

In order to make the outbreak of the plague not too abrupt, Croya chose to let the plague develop and iterate freely, and he would not intervene until the end.

"My mission has been completed. I hope that Canary can successfully interfere with the movement of the sun and plunge the parallel world into a little ice age."

Croya walked forward along the time axis, spanning decades in two or three steps, and came to the 60s of the [-]th century.

After decades of fermentation, the plague has completely transformed into a severe infectious disease, showing its signs in the east and west, killing all directions.

Sick people will suffer from shock and disseminated blood coagulation throughout the body. After death, the skin will turn black due to congestion, and the death condition is extremely terrifying.

Therefore, people called this terrible plague the Black Death, and regarded it as a terrible devil from hell.

Sicily, Florence, Venice and other densely populated places fell, and the prosperous cities turned into purgatory.

The church was crowded with praying believers, and ignorant people crowded together, begging God for forgiveness.

Before the tragedy, some witnesses gave up their faith and shouted: "God is cruel to human beings to the extreme."

Compared with the plague-ravaged west, the east at this time is not peaceful and has fallen into large-scale war.

Mo Dao Shiren has one eye, provoking the Yellow River to rebel against the world.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters, the people are in dire straits, a certain beggar with a bowl at the beginning stepped onto the stage of history.

Croya stood silently outside the world, seeing everything in his eyes, waiting for the dawn of human civilization that had fallen into darkness.

"I don't know how many people need to die to defeat the 'dystopian' devil king."

Croya sighed, turned his hand and took out a pre-prepared spirit grid to play with.

"But if things go on like this, the concept of 'Black Death' may be substantiated, and a new Demon King will appear in Little Garden..."

At the same time, Hakoniwa's three-digit outer gate.

Through the Nantian Gate of the four-digit outer gate, Canary successfully reached the upper area where the gods were all over the place.

The realm gate jumped, and she came directly to the West End, riding a griffin to the 'Halloween Queen'.

"We need to speed up, otherwise we may not be able to cooperate well with Croya."

Canary calculated the time in her heart, thinking that her companion might have already done everything.

Normally, important things like this should be arranged in advance, but Nantianmen was closed for some reason before.

It is declared to be for maintenance, but the Nantian Gate is the only passage leading to the three-digit outer gate, and there has never been a precedent for it to be closed for repairs.

Canary realized that something was wrong, but due to insufficient information, she could only think that there was something wrong with the upper gods.

Fortunately, the Nantian Gate was not closed for a long time, so Canary didn't have to take the risk of smuggling to the upper floors through Croa's Realm Gate.

The most important thing is that Canary once met the Queen of Halloween once, and received advice and favor from her, so she can be regarded as a half-disciple.

Without this relationship, 'Arcadia' would not be able to show such serious sincerity in order to gain the trust of the Halloween Queen in a short period of time.

Parking the Griffin at the gate of the 'Halloween Queen', Canary handed over a greeting card to the guard on guard, and asked the other party to hand it over to Steward Scathach.

Soon, Scathach, who was wearing a deacon uniform, came to lead Canary in, took the girl to the reception room, and brought black tea and cake.

Although the hot tea and snacks are tempting, Canary is not in the mood for delicious food.

"Sister Skaha, when is Master planning to see me?"

"Sorry, Miss Canary." Scathach bowed slightly to Canary and replied, "Your Majesty, she is receiving two important guests."

According to normal etiquette, the Queen of Halloween will only receive subsequent visitors after meeting with the guests. This is basic respect.

But what Canary lacks most now is time. She received information before she came, and knew that the Xingyue Community had already taken action.

"Sister Skaha, can you help me to ask the master?"

Canary stood up, bowed deeply to Scathach, and prayed sincerely.

"I really need Master's support and help in defeating the 'dystopian' devil king, please!"

Scathach stared at Canary for a while, and sighed helplessly. Things involving the final trial of human beings are indeed considered special circumstances.

"Okay, but let me tell you one more thing."

Before leaving, Scathach turned around to remind Canary.

"The two guests His Majesty is meeting with are transcendent existences in the double digits in terms of strength."

Canary looked bitter, but for her own ideals and the future of 'Arcadia', she had no choice but to bite the bullet.

In the resplendent and resplendent reception room, there are three figures sitting in three colors of gold, white and black.

Liya stared at the old man of the mountain unswervingly, her jewel-like red eyes were full of resentment.

"It doesn't make sense, why did you get promoted to double digits after going out for a while?"

"Fuck, luck."

The old man of the mountain responded modestly, so that the delicate and savage Halloween Queen was angry and did not leave, and turned her head away angrily.

In order to repay Li Ya's kindness for letting him go into exile, the Weng of the Mountain made another fight with her and repaired the former problem child.

Compared with the real strongest double digits, the Queen of Halloween, who is a breaker, is still slightly insufficient in hard power, and she lost miserably.

"Hahahaha, I never thought you would have such a day." Bai Yaksha laughed unscrupulously, "If I hadn't come here on a whim today, I might have missed this great show. How about it? I was Does it hurt when the sword hits the forehead?"

"Cut~" Liya glanced at Bai Yasha, sneered and counterattacked: "That's better than a guy who kneeled three times in a row and lost his status."

"Well, you will be defeated sooner or later anyway, so it's better to be decent." Bai Yasha put on an indifferent attitude, and just lay down and laughed, "The final trial of human beings is not a good personality, instead of thinking about how not to be defeated every day , it’s better to lose Moyu earlier.”

Facing the rotten White Yaksha, Liya really had no way to deal with it, after all, shameless guys are the hardest to deal with.

"You used to be the final trial of mankind? What aspect does it represent? What kind of trial is it?"

The old man of the mountain stared at Bai Yasha, the strength of the other party was three digits, and it could be seen that he was not perfect in terms of spiritual status.

But this seems to be suppressed on purpose by her, and it has nothing to do with losing the personality of the final human trial.

In fact, she should be a double-digit powerhouse, but why weaken herself?

"Oh?" Bai Yasha looked at the old man of the mountain in surprise, "They are all old calendars, if you are interested, I will tell you."

Perhaps to tell about the glory of the past, Bai Yasha stopped laughing and cursing, shook the folding fan in his hand, and smiled serenely.

"Let me introduce myself. I am the White Night Demon King who has come to the apex of the cosmology, and also the 'Sky Movement Theory', one of the final trials of human beings."

Originally, she was the strongest protoss, in charge of the 'primordial star' representing the total mass of the universe.

It wasn't until Hakoniwa was established that he was endowed with the spiritual status of "Tiandong theory" and became a corner of the final trial of mankind.

However, with the development of human history, the theory of heavenly movement was constantly denied, and her spirituality also continued to shrink, and was finally oppressed to the horizon of the white night.

"In the heyday, I should be the second strongest in the field of power, but now it is impossible to recover to full strength."

Bai Yasha resumed his playful expression, as if he didn't care about his defeat. I don't know if he was born open-minded, or he just saw it later.

"Hmph." Liya snorted coldly, "If you don't demean your spiritual status, you'd still be tenth in the full authority domain."

"Is the Junlin Cosmology Center only second? Then who is the first?" the mountain man asked curiously.

"The first is the wind of decadence." Bai Yasha smacked his lips and looked at the man on the mountain with a half-smile: "It is known as the 'tyrant at the end', the 'devil king who eats together' and the 'wandering monster'." Final conclusion', even the universe will end one day, similar to the power you have."

After hearing this name, the old man of the mountain felt the law of death fluctuate, as if it was foreshadowing something to him.

It's a pity that there was only one moment, and the old man of the mountain couldn't figure it out, so he had to give up temporarily.

"The end of all things is death, which makes sense."

Bai Yasha didn't say much, she had seen all gods of death, but no one was worthy to compete with Decadent Wind.

"There is one more thing, which is also a question that has puzzled me for a long time."

This is also one of the reasons why the man on the mountain came to Liya. It was a question he had after seeing the 'dystopian' demon king.

"You ask." Bai Yasha nodded in agreement, and was surprised by the question from the old man of the mountain.

"Since there is the final trial of human beings, don't you know that there will be the final trial of the gods?"

"What? The final trial of the gods? There really isn't one." Bai Yasha widened his eyes and asked in surprise, "Why do you have such an idea?"

"The gods are not eternal existence." The old man on the mountain asked with deep eyes and a low tone: "Since the wind of decadence is regarded as the final conclusion, is it possible that it only destroys human beings? If so, it is not worthy of the end." What's more, the development of gods and Buddhas doesn't need to overcome difficulties?"

"This..." Bai Yasha was speechless, she had never thought about this issue, but what the old man said was an irrefutable truth.

"Yes." Liya was also puzzled and thought: "In the past, we most often helped humans when they encountered the final test. Even most of the gods would just stand by and watch as if they had nothing to do with themselves. However, the gods have never encountered anything. The trials given by the Little Garden have never even been destroyed.”

"Interesting." The old man on the mountain whispered, and finally identified the problem: "Will the world of Ragnarok be ushered in?"

Shiroyasha tapped the folding fan in his hand, frowned, recalling the memories of the ancient times, recalling the original intention of establishing Hakoniwa.

But no matter what, she couldn't remember it, but she shouldn't forget such an important thing.