195: Chapter 195 Eastern Evil Arts

"Your Majesty, everything I said is true! The Xia Kingdom players are simply too terrifying. You must quickly ask the Envoy to destroy the Teleportation Array!"

Sato Ichiro knelt before the Imperial Palace, his face streaked with tears, his entire body trembling slightly.

The recent experience seemed to replay before his eyes, leaving him with lingering fear.

"Baka! That is utter nonsense!" Emperor Nakamura glared, his eyes wide. "You clearly stated just moments ago that they called themselves a 'Land of Etiquette' and even provided you with some kind of 'Full-Service Package'! Based on my understanding of Xia Kingdom culture, a 'Full-Service Package' is an extremely high-standard reception ritual! Speak, Sato—were you bought off by them?"

The more Emperor Nakamura thought about it, the angrier he became.

This Teleportation Array was a passage he had begged the Envoy for half a year before the latter finally agreed to ask the "God" to open it for them. With it, the Island Nation players could infiltrate the Xia Kingdom to plunder resources, and their overall strength would surely increase significantly.

Yet he never expected that the always-loyal Sato Ichiro, after taking a trip to the Xia Kingdom and enjoying this so-called "Full-Service Package," would turn around and beg him to destroy the Teleportation Array?

Hearing the Emperor's questioning, Sato turned pale with fright.

He suddenly drew his short blade, pointed it at his own abdomen, and spoke with a trembling but resolute voice: "Your Majesty! I have absolutely not lied, nor have I been bought off! You are insulting my honor as a citizen of the Island Nation! Such humiliation... I cannot accept it!"

He suddenly tilted his head back, a tear sliding from the corner of his eye, and cried out hoarsely: "My great God! I beg you... destroy the Teleportation Array as soon as possible!"

Squelch—the blade plunged into his abdomen, and Sato committed seppuku on the spot to prove his sincerity.

"Bastard!" Emperor Nakamura was both shocked and furious. "How dare you make a wish to the God without authorization!"

This was a secret technique of the Island Nation players—by sacrificing one's life through seppuku, there was a certain probability of conveying a wish to the God.

Even this Teleportation Array was only obtained after the Emperor had repeatedly committed seppuku to make wishes, eventually attracting the "Envoy's" assistance.

At this moment, his heart finally wavered: perhaps what Sato said was true?

But even so, he could not easily give up the Teleportation Array.

Not to mention whether the Xia Kingdom was truly that terrifying, if he were to rashly submit a request for destruction to the Envoy... he simply could not bear the Envoy's wrath.

"Report!" A guard scrambled into the main hall, tumbling and crawling, then knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, a... a player requests an audience!"

"Absurd!" The Emperor was already annoyed and slapped the armrest of his chair. "How can an ordinary player trespass into the Imperial Palace? Do they not understand the rules?"

The guard broke out in a cold sweat and stammered, "Y-Your Majesty, please calm your anger! I tried to stop her, but... but she said... she has news about the invaders!"

"Invaders?" The Emperor's eyes sharpened. "Bring her in!"

Soon, Yamada Keiko was brought in.

She fell to her knees with a thud and cried out, "Your Majesty! This commoner has discovered the invaders! They are currently brutally slaughtering our compatriots in the Level 70 map!"

"Level 70 map?" The Emperor frowned and looked her over—she was only level 60-something. "Why would you go there? And how did you return alive?"

"R-Reporting to Your Majesty... I was there at the scene, and I... I even fought them."

"Ridiculous!" The Emperor was furious. "If the invaders were truly as powerful as you claim, how could you have possibly escaped?"

Yamada Keiko shuddered and hurriedly explained, "P-perhaps it is because they... coveted my beauty, and t-that is why they spared me."

The more the Emperor heard, the more absurd it sounded.

First there was Sato warning him with his death, and now Yamada escaping based on her "beauty"?

He absolutely did not believe that the Xia Kingdom people truly had the guts to infiltrate in reverse!

Suddenly, he remembered something, and his expression changed: "It is dark arts... it must be Eastern Dark Arts!"

He had once studied Xia Kingdom history in depth; legend had it there was a type of dark art that could manipulate people's minds, causing them to spread rumors and disrupt military morale.

The Emperor clenched his fists until they cracked. It seemed that both Sato and Yamada had fallen under a dark art, losing their senses, which was why they were boosting the enemy's morale and destroying their own!

Just as he was pondering how to break this dark art, sounds of fighting and shouting suddenly erupted outside the hall!

"Baka! Who dares to fight within Kamikaze City?!" The Emperor was thoroughly enraged.

Nowadays, players were becoming increasingly brazen, relying on their high levels to bully the weak. He had repeatedly issued strict orders forbidding private fights, yet someone still dared to defy him!

Clatter—just then, a group of guards retreated into the hall in a panic: "Your Majesty! This is bad! I-invaders have broken in!"

"What!?" The Emperor stood up abruptly. "C-could what those two said... be true?"

He swallowed hard. Although Kamikaze City was a small main city, it still had hundreds of thousands of players stationed there... for the enemy to easily break in, how many people must have come?

"How... how many of them are there?" The Emperor's voice was dry.

The guard cautiously made an "eight" gesture.

The Emperor's legs went weak. "E-eight million?"

The guard shook his head. "N-no..."

"Eight hundred thousand?"

"It's... it's eight..."

"Baka! Nonsense!" The Emperor was practically driven mad with rage. "My Kamikaze City alone has tens of thousands of garrison troops! You are telling me eight people could break in?"

The guard was so scared that tears and snot streamed down his face. "Your Majesty! I really did not lie to you! There really are only eight people!"

"Crazy... everyone is crazy!" The Emperor simply did not believe it. He became increasingly convinced—this was definitely the effect of the Eastern Dark Arts, spreading like a plague, making everyone lose their sanity!

Thump, thump, thump—steady footsteps sounded, and several high-level players walked quickly into the hall.

The leader was Suzuki Shota—a level 89 Great Warrior, third on the Kamikaze City leaderboard, with a large guild of nearly 40,000 people under his command.

"Your Majesty, the invaders have already broken into the city. Please issue the kill order immediately! We are willing to go into battle at once!"

Seeing Suzuki, the Emperor finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good! I will leave this matter to you, Suzuki!" He instructed solemnly, "Remember, try not to hurt our own people. I suspect they have fallen under a dark art, unable to distinguish friend from foe, which is why they are killing each other!"

Even until now, the Emperor still firmly believed in his own judgment—there were no eight invaders; it must be the dark arts deluding the masses and causing internal strife!

Suzuki nodded heavily and turned to leave with long strides.

At this moment, Kamikaze City was in complete chaos.

Jiang He and his party were like dragons crossing the river, sweeping everything in their path.

Whenever anyone blocked the way, Jiang He would wave his hand—the Blood Speech Technique shot out like a death ray; those who touched it died instantly, those who grazed it perished, and a clearing was instantly cleared out!

Jiang He himself found it unexpected: so the Blood Speech Technique could be used this way?

Although it was a single-target attack, the accompanying explosive effect and overflow damage made it a wide-range massacre against these low-health players.

Of course, it wasn't that the spell itself was that strong, but his attack power was too high—currently, the highest health in the team was Blood Blade with only over 70,000 HP, while Jiang He's attack power had already exceeded 500,000; whoever he touched was instantly killed.

"My god! They aren't human! They are monsters! They are humanoid BOSSes!"

"Help! A beast tide is coming! Run!"

The Island Nation players wailed and screamed, fleeing in all directions.

Those who had previously vowed to "grind Jiang He and the others into meat paste to feed the dogs" had now truly "got their wish"—only the roles were reversed; they themselves had become the meals for Mumu's group of pets, their fates unknown.

Just as Jiang He cleared the field with another Blood Speech Technique, a roar came from the distance:

"Audacious evildoers! How dare you come to my Kamikaze City to cause trouble?!"