Why are all of us who transmigrated at the same time demons?

"Boom--!"

The earth trembled violently under the trampling of the cavalry gods and demons. Their charge was like a thousand troops charging at once, or even more so! Wherever they passed, they stirred up a rolling wave of earth, and the air was forcibly pushed aside, emitting a piercing shriek.

Darius III sensed the threat and roared deafeningly, brandishing his golden twin axes as he charged forward. His undead bodyguards, fearless and relentless, coalesced into a black tide, attempting to halt this torrent of steel.

However, the mobility of the cavalry was far beyond their expectations! Just before it was about to crash into the enemy formation, the pair of wing-like devices on its back suddenly unfolded, spraying out a stream of dark blue particles.

In an instant, its speed surged again, leaving a series of clear afterimages behind it. Its trajectory became erratic, easily bypassing Darius's frontal interception. Like a hot knife through butter, it fiercely wedged itself into the Undead Legion's formation from the side!

The long lance was now held aloft by the cavalry god and demon with one arm, and visible transparent ripples were stirred up at the tip of the lance—that was a highly condensed decomposition force field!

The horse lance is used for swift thrusts and sweeps, with simple, precise, and efficient movements, without any fancy flourishes.

Any undead soldier touched by the lance, whether with a sturdy shield or a twisted limb, instantly disintegrated into the most basic particle dust, without even having time to utter a wail.

Wherever the disintegrating force field passed, it plowed out void channels in the black tide of the legion!

"Roar!" Darius turned around in a rage, and his double axes brought down with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks.

The cavalry god did not take the blow head-on. Instead, it flapped its wings again, its six mechanical legs skillfully touching the ground, and its massive body made an almost impossible right-angle turn to dodge, causing Darius's sure-fire strike to miss its target.

At the same time, the lance, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, thrust back at Darius's ribs from a tricky angle. Darius hurriedly parried with his axe, the axe blade colliding with the lance tip's disintegrating force, erupting with blinding sparks and a teeth-grinding sound of tearing energy; a small chip was even broken in the golden axe blade!

Just as the Cavalry God was using its unparalleled mobility to hold back and tear apart Darius's army formation, the Archer God's ranged support arrived once again. Its three faces and six arms granted it an unobstructed field of vision, and six different ranged weapons fired in alternating bursts:

The ballista fired massive, solid arrows crackling with electricity, piercing through rows of undead soldiers and blasting them to pieces.

The nozzles spew out a viscous, highly corrosive energy liquid that melts any enemies it touches.

Meanwhile, the main cannon continued to charge up, occasionally firing a relatively thin but extremely penetrating beam of light to accurately kill any threats that attempted to gather or approach the garrisoned gods and demons.

Meanwhile, the infantry gods and demons, acting as "steps," advanced with heavy but steady steps, like moving mountains. They did not rush to charge, but instead served as mobile bulwarks.

When undead soldiers break through the ranged fire and cavalry lines and attempt to approach the archer gods or attack the cavalry from the flanks, the infantry gods will appear in time.

The menacing sword on its back remained unsheathed, but a semi-transparent, rune-flowing light membrane appeared on the surface of its massive body—an energy shield!

The enemy's swords, axes, and spears struck the light membrane, only creating ripples, without causing the slightest disturbance.

Occasionally, it will swing its massive metal fist, powerful enough to destroy cities and fortresses. With a single punch, soldiers and the ground alike will turn to dust.

What's even more alarming is that the sword on its back, though unused, naturally exudes an aura of "indestructible" sharpness, making any perceptive opponent hesitant to test it.

Under the perfect coordinated attack of the three divine and demonic forces—infantry, cavalry, and artillery—Darius's supposedly "immortal" legion rapidly disintegrated and annihilated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Their rate of regeneration is far outpaced by their rate of destruction.

On the edge of the battlefield, Hector felt a chill run down his spine. He gripped the "Undying Aurora" tightly, but could find no opportunity to intervene.

The three divine and demonic machines worked together seamlessly, combining ranged attacks, melee combat, defense, and mobility to form a perfect killing system.

He realized that personal bravery alone was so ineffective in the face of such war machines.

Lu Bu's spirit also lingered in the distance, while Red Hare pawed restlessly.

Although he was brave, his berserk state did not strip him of his ingrained battlefield instincts. The cannons that fired the sound of gods and demons would occasionally sweep in his direction, intentionally or unintentionally, with a clear warning.

Just as the three colossal divine and demonic machines were overwhelming Darius's army head-on, a shadowy figure, like a predator gliding along the ground, silently slipped into the edge of the battlefield.

This is precisely the "embroidered messenger" type of god-demon sent by Loran.

It is only slightly taller than an average person, and its streamlined shell is made of matte black metal, which perfectly absorbs the surrounding light, making it almost invisible in the chaotic energy turbulence and light and shadow.

Its movement is not by footsteps, but by the precise micro-adjustment of multiple suspended ball joints under the base, making its trajectory smooth and strange, like mercury spilling onto the ground, without any undulation of life.

Its head is a smooth oval shape, without any facial features, only a tiny slit through which a cold red light occasionally flashes, as its multi-spectral detector scans the battlefield.

Its "arms" are two pairs of deformable tool sets, which are currently in a retracted state, but the gleaming light at their tips indicates that special attachments for restraint or cutting can be deployed at any time.

Its core mission is assassination and capture; its target is all abnormal spirits in the field.

The embroidered messenger locked onto his first target—Darius III, who was engaged in a fierce battle with the demonic cavalry.

Just as Darius was momentarily stunned by a heavy blow, the embroidered messenger moved!

Its thrusters, propelled by its base, emitted an almost imperceptible blue tail flame, instantly increasing its speed like a dark arrow released from a bow, precisely cutting into the gap between Darius's massive spirit body and the infantry god-demon.

Without a shout or any warning, the Embroidered-Robed Envoy's pair of tool arms suddenly popped out, their structure unfolding like a finely crafted mechanical bud, revealing a complex array of jade stones inside.

The array shone brightly, instantly unleashing countless extremely fine golden energy threads—the [Spirit Binding] spell was activated!

These threads are not flexible ropes; they ignore physical defenses and penetrate Darius's spiritual shell directly, winding around his core spiritual origin.

Darius roared in anger and confusion, trying to chop the annoying "little thing" with his giant axe, but his movements quickly became sluggish and stiff.

Golden energy threads, like the roots of a virus, spread and wove wildly within his spirit, forming an absolute seal.

His massive body began to flicker violently, and his energy dissipated uncontrollably. Finally, with a mournful cry of resentment, his entire spirit was forcibly restrained and taken back into a specially designed containment pod within the body of the Embroidered-Robed Messenger.

The entire process was cold and efficient, like the precise operation on a factory assembly line.

Next target: Lü Bu!

Without pausing for a moment, the embroidered messenger's sensors instantly locked onto the blazing red aura.

Lu Bu seemed to sense the danger. He reared up on his Red Hare and swept his halberd across the air with a sharp whistling sound.

The embroidered messenger neither dodged nor evaded. The infantry god-demon, who was well prepared, swung its long-awaited horse-slaying sword. The terrifying force struck, and Wenhou, known for his bravery, almost lost his grip on his five war god weapons.

At the same time, the Embroidered-Robed Envoy's other pair of tool arms had already silently reached out, and the [Spirit Binding] spell shot out again, accurately covering Lu Bu's spirit core.

Lu Bu roared repeatedly, his body surging with magical power in an attempt to resist, but the golden energy threads contained powerful rules that forcefully penetrated his resistance, locking his spiritual core as if it were a program overwrite.

Red Hare and Lü Bu's spirit twisted and disintegrated together, and were eventually compressed and sealed into containment.

The last Hector attempted to flee, retreating rapidly while hurling his spear "Undying Aurora" in a desperate attempt to intercept him.

The Embroidered-Robed Envoy's sensors captured the spear's trajectory, causing its levitating base to slightly deflect, narrowly avoiding the spearhead. At the same time, the God of Speech arrived on horseback, delivering a precise thrust of his spear that sent the spear flying, causing its spiritual light to dim slightly.

Just as Hector was momentarily stunned by the interruption of the connection, [Spirit Binding] had already descended upon him.

"What a ruthless and unfair creation." Hector gave a bitter smile, gave up the futile struggle, and felt his spirit being rapidly stripped from the mortal world and plunged into darkness.

He also transformed into a wisp of light and was taken in by the Embroidered-Robed Messenger.

In just over ten breaths, the spirits of the three peerless warriors were all "recovered" by this cold, precise, and efficient magical machine, just like cleaning up program bugs.

The moment the embroidered messenger completed his mission, he silently retreated, disappearing back into the shadows of the background as if he had never appeared, leaving only the lingering energy ripples on the battlefield.

All of this was clearly seen by Cao Cao and his generals.

The three colossal divine and demonic machines displayed unparalleled overwhelming power, while the small, dark-colored machine from before demonstrated a chilling precision and ruthlessness.

That was not the emotion that a living being should have, but rather the efficient execution under pure mechanical logic, a purer and more absolute form of violence.

Cao Cao sat upright on his horse, his expression shifting from initial shock to a deep solemnity.

His fingers, gripping the whip tightly, were slightly white from excessive force, and the veins on the back of his hand were faintly visible.

His gaze swept over the three silent, mountain-like divine and demonic platforms, and seemed to penetrate space to see the embroidered messenger who had vanished without a trace. Finally, his gaze returned to the majestic Luoyang city tower.

This is a force beyond human capability, and even beyond the reach of ordinary military strategies and tactics.

The emperor in Luoyang City has mastered skills that are almost at the level of the Dao and the divine.

Could it be that the Mandate of Heaven for the Han Dynasty has not yet been severed?

Silence spread through Cao Cao's army. An invisible pressure gripped the throats of every soldier and general. Their previous fighting spirit had vanished in the face of such an absolute disparity in strength.

After a long while, Cao Cao slowly loosened his grip on the whip, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his voice slightly hoarse, yet carrying with exceptional clarity throughout the army:

"Order... put away weapons and disarm."

He turned his horse around to face Luoyang City, his voice deep and resolute:

"Prepare your ceremonial guards and follow me into the city...to pay homage to the Emperor and express my absolute loyalty and deference as Cao Cao, the General Who Guards the East of the Great Han, the Marquis of Feiting, and the Governor of Yanzhou...and all the officials and soldiers of Yanzhou."

"I, Cao Mengde, am a loyal subject of the Han Dynasty!"

At this moment, even the most powerful and ruthless ruler had to temporarily restrain his claws and bow his proud head before the overwhelming mechanical power that far surpassed the times.

Luoyang City, and the young emperor sitting within it, have become something he must re-examine, and even revere.

Chapter 273 Type-Moon: Cao Cao's Tribute

Cao Cao's audience with the emperor this time truly embodied the meaning of "submission" to the core. This act of "following one's heart" was not entirely hypocritical, but rather an inevitable choice made after assessing the situation—not following one's heart was not an option!

From the moment they stepped through the gates of Luoyang, an invisible shock quietly gripped Cao Cao and his trusted men. The interior of this imperial capital was far more complex than they had imagined, relying solely on its imposing city walls.

The wide, smooth streets were paved with some unknown material, as hard as iron, so that carriages and horses traveled on them with almost no bumps. The drainage ditches beside the roads were deep and clean, with water flowing visibly but without the slightest foul odor. The neighborhoods were neatly divided, the houses were orderly, and everywhere exuded a vibrant vitality that was rapidly recovering and even surpassing its former glory.

This is by no means a hastily constructed facade, but rather a highly efficient, sophisticated urban management system that far surpasses current standards.

Every brick and every ditch seems to silently proclaim the power that the one who controls this place possesses, a power that transcends mere brute force.

When Cao Cao's gaze swept over the palace and the forbidden gardens, the shock he felt turned into real pressure.

Within the palace walls, several groups of massive steel structures, similar in design to those on the battlefield outside the city, could be vaguely seen patrolling. They stood silently in key positions, their cold metal shells reflecting a ghostly light in the sunlight, their enormous bodies exuding an unparalleled sense of oppression.

The aura of those inanimate objects was more chilling than that of any ferocious beast. The presence of these "iron lumps" silently reminded Cao Cao that the devastating scene outside the city yesterday was not an illusion, but a display of absolute military power that could be repeated at any time within this palace.

With such ingenious construction capabilities and such formidable military strength, Cao Cao's resentment and sense of relief stemming from his defeat were completely crushed, replaced by an almost helpless surrender.

Upon entering the solemn and majestic Han Palace, this sense of awe transformed into a profound sense of awe. Inside, the officials stood respectfully, orderly and disciplined, a stark contrast to the usual chaos and undercurrents of the court.

Whether they were once domineering military generals or eloquent civil officials, they were now like puppets pulled by invisible threads, their eyes lowered, their movements uniform, revealing an undisguised awe and obedience to the young figure sitting beside (or above) the throne.

This is by no means a simple manipulation of power, but a deeper, almost absolute control.

Upon seeing this scene, a thought involuntarily arose in Cao Cao's mind:

"The mandate of heaven for the Han dynasty has not yet ended; the Han dynasty may truly rise again in three waves!"

Beside the throne, Loran did not deliberately display his majesty, his expression calm. He did not make things difficult for this "first" vassal to come to "serve the king." The due rewards, gold, silver, and silk, were all given in full, giving Cao Cao ample face. However, the matter of promotion in official rank was rather subtle.

Not long ago, through the machinations of Yang Feng and others, Cao Cao was promoted to General Who Guards the East, inherited the title of Marquis of Feiting, and continued to serve as Governor of Yanzhou.

Loran did not significantly promote Cao's rank and title, but simply stated that if General Cao was willing to stay and serve in the central government of Luoyang, the position of General of the East might be worth considering again.

Upon hearing this, Cao Cao was immediately alarmed.

Staying in Luoyang? That would be like a dragon leaving the sea, or an eagle losing its wings.

He outwardly expressed his gratitude, but inwardly he earnestly stated that Yanzhou had just been pacified, and the surrounding areas were still unsettled, so he needed to return to guard the region to ensure the peace of the eastern court. The slight sense of obedience that had just arisen in his heart was immediately overshadowed by a strong sense of relief and vigilance.

Cao Cao, after all, was a ruthless warlord accustomed to the ways of the wilderness. He knew all too well that for warlords aspiring to rule in a chaotic world, the emperor was a double-edged sword. Unlike Yuan Shao, whose family had held high office for four generations, he needed the banner of the Han emperor to gain legitimacy and command the disobedient.

But all of this is predicated on his confidence and ability to keep the emperor firmly under his control.

When advisors once urged Yuan Shao to welcome the emperor, Guo Tu, Chunyu Qiong, and others bluntly stated: "The Han dynasty has been in decline for a long time. Is it not difficult to revive it now? Moreover, heroes now occupy prefectures and counties, with tens of thousands of troops. As the saying goes, 'When Qin lost its deer, the first to seize it became king.' If we welcome the emperor to our side, every move will be reported to the emperor. If we obey, our power will be diminished; if we disobey, we will be disobeying orders. This is not a wise plan."

But now, the "Emperor" before him, under the influence of Loran, is far more powerful than he imagined, and is by no means a weak youth that he can easily control.

Since he is powerless to control him, the best course of action is to keep his distance, maintain a respectful distance, and return to his own small territory in Yanzhou.

This "submission" is more of a formal bow than a complete surrender from the heart.

Loran saw right through Boss Cao's scheme, but he didn't care. In his eyes, Boss Cao's petty thoughts were no different from an ant trying to measure the sky, and posed no threat whatsoever.

Restoring the shattered land at the end of the Han Dynasty was not too difficult for him—provided that the world was only set against the backdrop of the "end of the Han Dynasty".

The only thing he needed to be careful about was the variables that might be caused by the "Type-Moon" elements. Things like inexplicable descents of gods or chaotic battles between Heroic Spirits—these things that went beyond the scope of conventional history were what gave him a slight "headache."

Many beings within the Type-Moon universe are often packaged with seemingly lofty and sophisticated concepts, but whose actual substance is unknown. While the setting mentions God, the Awakened Ones, and Primordial Lords as seemingly ultimate beings transcending planets, ... what are they really like? Loran has reservations about this.

In his view, simply piling up settings is useless. Whether it's powerful or not, you'll only know after you try it out.

This reminded him of a "godslayer" world he had once conquered, where the gods boasted of their status and power with a tone no less arrogant than those in the Type-Moon world. But when it came to actually fighting... Loran could only respond with a "heh."

Even in that world, Zulwan, the god of time who was said to be in charge of "eternity," has long since become food for his Nurgle incarnation.

His Burning Legion has conquered countless universes, destroying and reshaping numerous civilizations and pantheons. To this day, he has yet to encounter a being whose actual abilities fully match the "invincible" or "supreme" existence he boasts of.

In Loran's view, the Type-Moon Heroic Spirits before him, and even the gods of higher rank who might exist, are nothing more than another group of potential opponents whose true nature needs to be "verified".

In comparison, Cao Cao's ambitions in the power struggle were truly insignificant.

Rather than playing mind games with Cao Cao here, Loran preferred to immerse himself in that cloud library, or rather, the thought disk.

Moreover, Loran has now acquired several new toys that interest him, and he's preparing to explore and investigate them. There's really no time to argue with Boss Cao here; a simple response will suffice before sending him back to his little corner of Yanzhou.

Chapter 274 Type-Moon: The Summoning and Research of Heroic Spirits