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Chapter 600 Yes, Sain is awesome!
As we all know, birds are straightforward and can't hold their... you know.

So when large flocks of pigeons fly across the sky, what falls down is not only the small tubes containing the photo stones, but also the leftovers after the pigeons finish eating their fries.

"Ugh, it stinks!"

"This is fucking bird poop!?"

"Enemy attack! This is an enemy attack!"

The audience members in their seats scurried away, not daring to even make a sound, for fear that delicious food would fall from the sky.

The soldiers hastily threw their weapons to scare away the pigeons, while the mages erected barriers.

Even the unconscious gladiators in the arena, meant to create atmosphere, instantly regained consciousness and crawled to find a place to hide.

The scene turned into a mess.

But whatever the process is like.

At least the pigeons successfully drew everyone's attention to the falling tube in this way.

It's a pity that the war festival was ruined, and the scene looked completely out of place. The warriors who were standing there waiting to receive the king's praise were at a loss, unsure whether to leave or stay. In the end, they used their fighting spirit and magic to withstand the surprise that fell from the sky.

Fortunately, there was a druid present. After casting a Dispel Animal spell, the flock of pigeons finally flew away obediently and stopped bothering them.

Bantou was so angry at this scene that his face turned pale. Seeing this, the soldiers hurriedly summoned mages to clean up the arena, and the chaotic scene could not be stopped for a while.

As for Fred, oh, he'd already hidden away in his little cabin and was now happily watching the show, which had cheered him up considerably.

After a long wait, the arena was restored to normal, and the audience gradually returned, but some did not return, and the lost atmosphere could never be regained.

"Investigate! Investigate thoroughly! Who sent those pigeons?" the general accompanying Bantou shouted.

How do we investigate? Of course, we start with the small tubes on the pigeons.

With a gloomy face, Banto opened the small tube, took out the recording stone inside, and saw the four large characters "Battle Festival" on it, which differed from "War Festival" by only one character.

His first reaction was, where did this counterfeit come from?

My second reaction was, could this be something deliberately created by hostile forces to tarnish our country's image?

With a determination to hold those responsible accountable, he was about to open the recording on the spot and give a thorough critique of its contents when, just then, the returning audience members, full of complaints, picked up the scattered recording stones and opened the recordings one after another.

The moment the recording stone was opened, the extremely subtle and sophisticated illusion hidden within it suddenly took effect, and a meteorite suddenly appeared in front of everyone as it streaked across the sky.

No, that meteorite was aimed at them!

"boom!"

There was no time to dispel the illusion. In that instant, people were struck by stars falling from the sky. The roar of the falling stars exploded in their ears, and their vision was completely covered by blinding white light.

"Wow——"

"very scary!"

"what!?"

"Why does that meteorite have a human face?"

"No, that's a giant!"

All that could be heard was a scream no less deafening than Yuenka's. Those who had opened the recording stone out of curiosity, whether they were spectators, fighters, soldiers, or officials of all kinds, collapsed in droves!

It was so real, the hallucination was so real, it was as if someone had actually experienced such an unprecedented impact head-on and recorded it completely.

Are there people in the Warrior Kingdom who are so skilled in illusion magic?

“No, although it’s an illusion, the scene is real. It’s just that the illusion makes it look more real.” Edgar immediately analyzed the magic attached to the recording stone and gave his answer. “Moreover, the star falling may have happened not long ago.”

Why did he make such a conjecture?
It was simply because he had seen some people he knew in his hallucination earlier.

"This is definitely an attack, Your Majesty. Please leave!"

Despite the guards' persuasion, Bontou shook his head and said, "If I can't even look directly at the image being played, what kind of king am I? Continue playing!"

Thus, a very strange scene unfolded in the arena.

The fighters who had just been fighting to the last for honor and waiting for praise suddenly noticed that, with a leader from Bantou, the entire audience was looking at the photo stones in their hands, and it was just right to distribute them among several people.

And these genuine fighters, standing there motionless, suddenly became objects of no concern.

To fit in, the warriors suppressed their embarrassment and picked up a photo stone, joining the crowd in taking pictures.

Not long after they started looking, someone exclaimed, "Prince Temud is inside!?"

Not only Temud, but also Japal, Yuffie, and many other gold-level adventurers, famous warriors, magic professors from neighboring countries, and so on, can all be found here, with the number of people definitely exceeding a thousand.

They looked like they were about to go to war somewhere; everyone's face was filled with fighting spirit, and just looking at them was infectious.

Such a luxurious "cast" aroused people's curiosity, leading them to willingly step into hell.

Once you actually watch it, you'll find that it's a video with an incredibly high information density, and its content is astonishing.

The opening scene uses the image of a great starfall to kill everyone in a simple and direct way to pique interest, then uses a real, luxurious cast to keep the audience watching, followed by the highlight moments of these people in the battle festival.

The film, featuring mortals battling fearlessly against demigods who create mountains with a wave of their hand, was transformed by the creators with masterful editing and suitable music into a high-quality promotional video that can ignite people's passion just by watching it.

It was at this time that people learned that this was the real-life situation of so many people challenging the boss of the Sien Dungeon, General Ratarn the Shattered Star.

Yes, the person who distributed these photo stones was so audacious as to include the entire battle festival, including Jellian's narration at the beginning and the entire battle. They even selected the best footage from several different camera angles from the SkyCraft strategy team, making the total length exceed several hours!

A photographic stone that can store several hours of images is quite expensive!

There's no way to watch it all in a short time. If we were to watch it all, there wouldn't be time to hold the war festival!

However, people nowadays seem to have no interest in this matter, completely immersed in the video. The fastest viewers have already finished watching Jellian's narration, understood the origin of the battle festival, and are now enthusiastically watching the live broadcast of the entire battle.

Even the warriors, who should theoretically be the most enthusiastic about the war festival, were now immersed in the images, drawn into the atmosphere.

For a moment, the vast arena fell silent. Everyone stared intently at the image on the screen, like family members at a New Year's Eve dinner table all engrossed in their phones, with no one paying attention to the Spring Festival Gala (the arena). "Temud" Bantou watched the image of his son commanding his troops in a fierce battle, his brow furrowed, lost in thought.

"Why."

Lanler stared at the battle scene in the video, his face immediately darkening, a stark contrast to the blue-tinged name "Tears of Tears."

"I made the decision to come to the capital myself, and I was sure I wouldn't regret it, so why is this battle festival so appealing to me?"

He bit his lip and tightened his grip on the recording stone, as if he wanted to crush it.

"Clap-"

However, when the recording stone actually cracked, he immediately stopped, feeling a pang of heartache, and couldn't bear to destroy it.

"I kind of regret it."

"Is it too late for me to go now?"

Lanler realized he had made a mistake.

"So that's what you've been doing all this time."

Fred finally solved the astonishing mystery and learned why Temud hadn't come to the war festival. Not only did the kid not come himself, but he also dragged everyone else away—it was truly—

Watching the scene where Temud was completely absorbed in the battle against Ratahn, even showing a hint of a smile, Fred still couldn't bring himself to utter the word "Damn it." His eyebrows drooped, revealing a kind, grandfatherly expression, and he muttered to himself:
"Forget it, do what you like. It's okay if you don't come."

After a moment of benevolent expression, he suddenly thought of something strange.

Does this mean that the Sien Dungeon has stolen its own grandson?
No, no, no, that sounds a bit strange no matter how you look at it.

The intense battles seem to be the underlying code of the warrior nation; with battle festivals to watch, everyone is completely immersed in them.

"This is bad, this can't go on."

Edgar noticed the change in the atmosphere of the arena and reacted immediately.

The footage was clearly from the Sien Dungeon, and this exciting battle will undoubtedly boost the Sien Dungeon's popularity significantly.

And the fact that the Sien Dungeon benefits is something he absolutely does not want to see!

Moreover, the battle festival stole the limelight from magic, which was detrimental to his and his teacher's plans in every way!
Edgar's eyes seemed to sparkle as he raised his magic wand and unleashed a deafening roar into the sky, forcefully pulling people out of their immersion in the images.

"This is the time for a great war festival. How can we allow it to be disturbed by foreign things? It would be a desecration of the spirits of our ancestors!"

Ignoring the fact that the king hadn't spoken yet and he was nobody, he used amplification magic to shout:

"Now we must set things right and continue the war festival!"

He imbued his voice with magic, using it to entice people to follow his opinions without their consent.

At that moment, everyone's eyes were on him.

Yes, keep going like this, and get your attention back from that damn photo stone!
Edgar was about to announce that the plan was successful when he saw people opening their mouths at him.

"Uu——"

A collective gasp erupted!

Edgar's expression froze on his face.

With a "smack," a rotten egg suddenly smashed at his feet, and the pungent smell forced him to back away.

Who brings rotten eggs to a war festival?!
Edgar stopped thinking about such absurd things and looked at the people who were urging him on, each of them looking impatient with him.

"What is this guy doing? The king hasn't even said anything, so who does he think he is!"

"I was just getting to the exciting part, and he completely ruined my mood."

"This is much better than a war festival!"

"Let's go home and take our time to look at it."

As soon as these words were spoken, some people wanted to leave, and one after another, people stood up from their seats.

"Where are you going? It's disrespectful to leave the festival halfway through!"

However, no one paid any attention to Edgar's shouts anymore. They just wanted to find a quiet place or a place where they could all watch the video together, preferably where they could cheer together at the climax, that would create a real atmosphere.

"Wait, don't go, come back!"

Edgar's tone grew weaker and weaker. He turned to look at King Bontoo, thinking that the other party should do something at this point.

However, he saw Bontou intently watching the video, gesturing wildly with his hands, and muttering to himself, "Damn it, I can't dodge this move."

"Are you people from the Warrior Kingdom out of your minds?!" Edgar was furious.

Those spectators were his precious asset in carrying out his plan, and now, that damned Sien Dungeon has taken them away!
The monsters from the Sien Dungeon stole my loot!!!

I have to take a more radical approach!

Edgar waved his magic wand, chanting incantations, seemingly about to unleash some kind of magic.

Banto was the first to come to his senses, glared at him, and was about to scold him.

"Ow--"

A deafening roar suddenly came from afar!
Anyone who heard the roar immediately became numb and trembled, unable to move, like a monster hunter who had forgotten to wear earplugs, or even more disheveled.

Edgar's chanting was also forcibly interrupted. He looked angrily at the source of the roar, wanting to see which blind dragon was making such a racket.

Just then, a terrified scream came from the crowd.

"The raging dragon attacks the city!"

(End of this chapter)