I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

The entire western district was suddenly blocked by fog, and a pitch-black parchment fell from the sky.

The gift game that was forcibly opened by the authority of the devil shrouded the entire west area, and the devil who held the gift game was called 'dystopia'.

As soon as the incident happened, Ying Zheng led his people to the West District, and Leticia, who was concerned about her fellow community members, also went with her.

They used all kinds of aggressive methods, taking turns against people, against the army, against the city's treasures, and even Yingzheng did it himself.

However, the fog that enveloped the West District remained motionless, people outside couldn't get in, people inside couldn't get out, and the connection was cut off.

When the news was sent back to the community, Gilgamesh immediately organized an emergency meeting and called all the leaders of the sub-communities.

Heroes from all ages gathered together, and those who came were all outstanding in literature and martial arts like Scathach, and they planned to work together to crack the game of the devil's gift.

The door of the conference room was pushed open, and Holmes walked in quickly with a pipe in his mouth, with an apologetic smile on his face.

"Sorry, I came back late."

Gilgamesh didn't blame him, because Holmes came back from the West End, and the journey was extremely long.

"It's okay, what's the current situation in the West End? Have you contacted Moriarty yet?"

Holmes shook his head. The detective looked a bit frustrated, and took a deep breath on the pipe in his hand.

"The situation is the same as the information sent back before. We can't get in touch now, and naturally we have no way of knowing the specific situation in the West District."

"Although I don't want to say that, I believe in Moriarty's ability. He must be actively thinking of various ways, and he is even starting to crack the gift game."

"And this is what worries me the most. After such a long time, even he has made no achievements. The difficulty of this game can be seen."

Gilgamesh had expected this for a long time. How could the demon king who could be used by the gods and Buddhas in the sky to deal with them be a simple and easy-going person.

"Apart from that? I saw in your letter that you said you had discovered something but it still needs to be verified. I wonder what achievements you have made?"

"That's what I was about to say."

Holmes said, and distributed the documents in his hand to everyone present.

"This gift game is called 'Locked World'. It is a game that cannot be cracked by force, but needs to be fought with the weapon of thought."

"Using thought as a weapon?" Gilgamesh frowned, "So that's the case, it needs to be defeated directly at the level of thought."

With the help of the omniscient and omnipotent star, Gilgamesh understood the meaning of dystopia and explained it to the heroic spirits who looked at each other.

Dystopia, the antonym of Utopia, means 'bad place'.

It is an unpopular and frightening imaginary society, contrary to the ideal society, an extremely bad final form of society.

If people ignore environmental, political, economic, religious, moral and ethical issues, science and technology, etc., civilization may experience social and catastrophic decline, and society may fall into the quagmire of dystopia.

"That's why dystopia will become one of the final trials of mankind. It is an enemy that human history must face and overcome."

After some popular science by Gilgamesh, the heroic spirits finally figured out what was going on, and then they found that they didn't seem to be able to help.

If they are allowed to wield knives and guns and make suggestions, then everyone is still a professional counterpart, but it is a bit out of line to engage in ideological change.

The same is true for Sherlock Holmes, who is completely helpless against the "locked world", and can't find a point to break the game.

Although countless cases have been solved, he is just an ordinary detective who cannot solve this kind of social problem.

Gilgamesh turned his attention to the literary giant Heroic Spirit, wanting to see if these guys who usually play with pens can give everyone some surprises.

But a series of writers such as Andersen, Dumas, and Shakespeare all lowered their heads, as if they were afraid of being called out by the teacher to ask questions in class.

Although they are both writing books, the gap between literary novels and ideological masterpieces cannot be said to be zero at all, it can only be said that they are vastly different.

"Right, one more thing."

Holmes drew Gilgamesh's attention back.

"Recently, a new community suddenly emerged, bringing the South District and the North District together to form a big alliance. They also intend to participate in this incident."

"Oh?" Gilgamesh asked with great interest, "What's the name of this group of miscellaneous cultivators?"

"Arcadia Major League."

Chapter 658 Arcadia Grand Alliance

"Arcadia?"

A thunderous sound resounded in the conference room, causing Holmes and Gilgamesh to look over it together.

The burly giant in lion fur bowed his head in thought, his muscles were bulging, and beside his feet was a huge heavy ax the size of a millstone.

His long, rough black hair was loosely scattered by him, obviously looking like a wild and reckless man, but his eyes were shining with the light of wisdom.

"Hercules, have you thought of anything?" Gilgamesh pointed out the man's name and urged, "Say it out, and let everyone help to find out, it will be more efficient."

"I don't know if I'm thinking right... Among the former Greek city-states, there was an area called Arcadia."

Hercules stroked the stubble of his chin with his broad palm, thinking that his discovery might be a key clue to solving the game.

"And in Greek, 'Arcadia' means 'Utopia', translated into other languages, it can also be called 'Xanadu'."

As soon as this remark came out, there were whispers of discussions in the conference room, and the heroic spirits who were used to seeing big winds and waves smelled the breath of conspiracy.

Here, a 'dystopian' demon king suddenly appeared, and at the same time a community named 'Utopia' appeared.

No matter from which angle you look at it, this matter seems extremely suspicious, revealing something that even Astolfo, whose sanity has evaporated, can see through.

"Good guy, isn't this the so-called protagonist?" Shakespeare analyzed: "He even deliberately concealed his name, which is really suspicious."

"The devil descends, the hero appears...it's really a vulgar routine." Andersen sighed, "Can't the upper-level gods and Buddhas come up with an interesting new script?"

"What do you care about so much? It's useless if it's easy to use." Dumas held high the banner of pragmatism, retorting: "If a repetitive routine can continuously deceive readers, why waste brain cells for innovation? Maybe it will crash, and then it will be difficult to remedy.”

"quiet."

Gilgamesh exuded the majesty of the king again, suppressing the commotion of the heroic spirits.

Under the coercion of the three-figure powerhouse, the heroic spirits calmed down honestly, not daring to challenge the patience of the hero king.

The virtuous king at work is the scariest, anyone who dares to hinder the advancement of affairs will be eliminated by him without hesitation.

Even Merlin, who was also a candidate for the crown, was tied up by Gilgamesh with a sky lock and hung on the flagpole of the community for paddling for fish.

In order not to delay the progress of the work, Gilgamesh also specially found a table that can be suspended, so that Merlin had to continue with 007 even if he was suspended.

In the end, Merlin ushered in the morning sun and afterglow for seven times, and watched the sunrise and sunset four times more than Nero once did.

"Hercules, go on."

Seeing the scene quiet down, Gilgamesh continued the previous topic and continued to ask.

"The king wants to know your opinion on this matter. You Greek heroes should be familiar with this model."

Although they didn't know it before they were alive, after becoming the heroic spirits on the seat, the Greek heroes all knew the truth.

That is, there is a certain script for their great achievements, and the writers of the script are the Greek gods.

Of course, the script of the gods is only an outline, and the details and trends are all interpreted by the heroes themselves.

The successful ones left their own legends, and rose to the throne to become heroic spirits after death, while the losers were lost in the vast history.

In this regard, the heroes are naturally furious, but fortunately, their achievements are genuine, and they have not become complete marionettes.

Hercules smiled bitterly, feeling that Gilgamesh's words were still as merciless as before, purely piercing his heart.

"I can't tell, maybe they are really destined heroes? They are heroes who will definitely defeat the 'dystopian' demon king."

Hercules is optimistic about this, and he doesn't think the opponent will have the ability to cause harm to himself.

Although he can't do much to fight against the 'dystopian' demon king, Hercules is sure to kill Arcadia alone.

You know, he is currently in the state of twelve trials, twelve glory and twelve victories at the same time, and he is undisputedly the strongest hero.

Even the boys Orion and Achilles had to obediently be classified as "other Greek heroes" in front of Hercules.

"Of course, it cannot be ruled out that there are upper-level gods and Buddhas manipulating behind the scenes. The key point is to figure out whether they are guided to appear, or are they pure puppets."

Gilgamesh nodded, and turned his gaze to another professional.

"Finn?"

Finn bit his thumb and shook his head.

"Insufficient information, what can be analyzed just by knowing the name of a community? What about its origin? And the specific members in it?"

"There is some information about this. It was collected by the Count of Monte Cristo lurking in the North District. It is highly credible."

Holmes rummaged through his briefcase, found the corresponding intelligence documents from the brown leather bag, and began to reveal the secrets to the Heroic Spirits.

"The Arcadia Community was recently promoted from a five-figure outer sect, and its headquarters is currently located in the North District."

"The most noteworthy three are the leader Kasukabe Takaaki, the think tank Canary, and the diplomat Croa Baron. The races belong to humans, poets, and gods."

"Arcadia is an ambitious community. After figuring out the situation of the four-digit outer door, its think tanks and diplomats quickly visited the stratum rulers in the northern and southern districts 'Fantasy Magic Book Group' and 'Salaman Da', persuaded them to unite together and form the Grand League of Arcadia."

"Based on their behavior, it is very likely that their purpose of intervening in this incident is to obtain the authority of the stratum rulers in the West District from us."

Holmes took advantage of the situation and made a reasoning, giving an answer that he thought was closest to the truth based on the information sent back by Edmond Dantès.

"The stratum rulers shoulder the responsibility of resisting the devil. If we do nothing in this incident, we will be really passive."

"Hehe, as expected of the gods and Buddhas entrenched on the top floor, what a good way."

Skaha folded his arms in front of his chest, raised his chin slightly, and murderous intent burst out in his eyes to kill gods and Buddhas.

"They want to surround us first, and then slowly dismember them, threatening the demise of their community with the least loss."

Holmes agreed: "Therefore, in the matter of conquering the 'dystopian' devil, we must make a contribution no less than that of any community."

He has reason to believe that the so-called 'anti-utopian' demon king is just the prelude to attack, and there will be countless ruthless moves from gods and Buddhas in the future.

This is the intuition of a detective, don't ask if you don't understand, it's just common sense.

"Kuhahahahaha——!!"

Gilgamesh laughed loudly from the main seat, with unyielding and unyielding intentions flashing in the scarlet snake pupils.

The King of Heroes has never been afraid of mere gods. Instead, the gods should be afraid of him who carries the sword of disobedience. He is afraid of the king of the human race who draws his sword to the sky.

"Since this is the case, let's continue to send more people to the First Emperor. At the same time, the entire Eastern District will enter a state of martial law starting today."

"Anyone who dares to provoke us at this time, whether it is the devil or the community, this king has only one request, to crush them."

"Everyone, the war has already begun from now on!"

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The front line of the Western District, Xingyue Station.

"What a beautiful and elegant carving."

Looking at the Hanging Gardens of Babylon floating in the sky, Kasukabe Takaaki expressed admiration for art and miracles.

"The aesthetics of the ancients is not inferior to that of today's people. Sure enough, only 'beauty' can transcend the limitations of time and space."

As a sculptor, Kasukabe Takaaki is a man who doesn't stick to trifles but doesn't talk much. Only art can make him speak freely.

"No, I have to draw this scene quickly, and I must find a way to carve the corresponding works later, it will be the greatest art."

Seeing Takaaki Kasukabe dancing, Canary couldn't help covering her forehead, feeling that she really had a brain twitch to choose this guy as the leader.

Obviously, he would rather die than step out of the community before, and wanted to leave the stone and wood blocks that carved him, but he kept complaining after being dragged out.

"Oh, weren't you and Croya responsible for the previous missions? It would be better for you two to go this time. I'm not good at negotiating."

But after seeing the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, Takaaki Kasukabe became what he is now, and it seems that he doesn't have the majesty of a leader.

"Okay, Xiaoming." Croya patted his friend on the shoulder, persuading him, "Let's get down to business first, the most urgent thing is to fight against the devil."

After mentioning the Demon King, Kasukabe Takaaki turned serious.

He put the half-drawn sketch into his pocket, and looked at Canary beside him.

"So what are we here for? Haven't you figured out how to deal with the 'dystopian' demon king? Although it's just a symptom, not a root cause."

"Of course it's worshiping the mountain." Canary curled her hair around her ears with her fingers, and explained: "At present, the Xingyue Community is the real master of the Western District, not to mention that it is a behemoth that completely dominates the Eastern District. We need to let people know before we take any action."

"Understood, etiquette." Kasukabe Takaaki nodded, "What about the others? I don't think you brought me here just for this little thing."

"It's a matter of belonging to the rulers of the western district."

Croya looked up at the hanging garden with a hint of pride on his face.

"If we successfully solve the 'Locked World' and defeat the Demon King, one of humanity's final trials, then we should naturally take over as the class rulers of the West District."