I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

"Hahahahaha, you really deserve to be the Crown Assassin!"

"Sure enough, it's best for you to wander outside, and now even the gods and Buddhas have to be wary."

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Four-digit exterior door, West End.

The hazy gray fog blocked the entire area, making people feel as if they had arrived in London, the foggy capital of the Industrial Revolution.

The residences of the four-digit community are scattered all over the place, but at this time, the vitality and hustle and bustle of the past have long been lost.

After a long period of struggle, the community has not been able to crack the gift game "Locked World", and gave up struggling in despair. Everyone is like a caged animal, waiting to die.

The 'dystopian' demon king is not very aggressive, but the sense of oppression and terror it brings is no less powerful than any other demon king.

People in the gray fog sealed area will continue to lose their spiritual energy as time goes by, slowly lose their lives, and finally become non-existent.

This process symbolizes the emergence, development, establishment, and maturity of a dystopian society.

When the freedom of thought is restricted and people are gradually reduced to walking dead who cannot think independently, their spirit and personality cease to exist.

This is the power of the 'dystopian' devil, which is unstoppable and irresistible, and no means can slow down its erosion.

The only way to restore it is to completely destroy it.

Only by liberating people's wisdom can we reawaken the inherent independent personality deep in the human heart.

Chapter 666 Moriarty’s Plot

Hakoniwa Knights Headquarters.

Professor Moriarty is compiling and sorting out the information in his hands.

There is the situation of Hakoniwa Knights itself, there is also the situation reported by the Western District Community, and there are letters sent back by the heroic spirits.

"Were thousands of people wiped out of existence by the 'dystopian' demon king yesterday? The result is the same as my calculation, it is expected."

Moriarty pulled out a page from the messy desktop. It was filled with mathematical formulas that ordinary people couldn't understand, which made people dizzy.

And at the end of the paper, there is a number written with a slanted graceful brushstroke, which is the same as the number of disappearances summarized in Moriarty's hand.

"If this continues, in another ten days or so, only the four-digit existence will be able to live alone, and the rest will disappear."

In other words, except for the leaders and other high-level leaders, there will be no middle- and lower-level cadres and members left, and the entire community will directly fall apart.

In fact, most four-digit communities are supported by plural five-digit communities, and it is true that there are not many strong four-digit communities.

This is also the reason why Canary feels that 'Arcadia' has a firm position as the ruler of the class field.

Because she and Kasukabe Takaaki are also four-digit figures, but they haven't shown their strength yet.

"Haha, after experiencing such a painful lesson, this must be the time when these communities are most vulnerable."

Moriarty chuckled, there was no kindness in his eyes, his eyes were cold and full of reason, like a ferocious wolf king staring at his prey.

"It's almost time. It's time to report the situation to Her Majesty the Queen. If I don't take action, I won't be able to maximize my interests."

The old professor took off his coat from the hanger and put it on, looked at the mirror meticulously, and then went out with the staff of civilization.

Along the way, the rest of the heroic spirits sent to the West District were also walking towards the palace in the Hakoniwa Knights' residence, greeting each other.

The luxurious palace used to be the meeting place for the true ancestors of the blood race, but now it was handed over to the heroic spirit by Leticia.

And those blood traitors are still under the hands of Grand Duke Vlad III, receiving the punishment of piercing day and night.

The sound of armor rubbing and the sound of uniform steps came from both sides of the road, and two similar but different knights appeared in the eyes of everyone.

On the right, the leader is a cold and majestic blond lady, holding a knight lance, followed by a large number of solemn knights.

On the left, the leader is a sunny and handsome blond young man with a long sword on his waist, followed by a large number of beautiful Ji knights.

The two knight orders met outside the palace gate. The two leaders looked at each other and nodded, but the knights behind them stared at each other silently.

The blood knights stood on both sides of the road of the palace, watching the heroic spirits approaching in awe, watching the models of knights step into the gate of the palace.

"Hey, I still didn't fight today."

Moriarty sighed in disappointment and muttered in a low voice, fearing that the world would not be in chaos.

"I really want to see what it would be like if the three knights of the round table fight together, and I don't know which round table will be the strongest."

Arriving in the palace, Moriarty passed a group of heroic spirits and stood at the head of the civil servants.

In front of him, King Arthur and the Lion King stood on either side of the lower head of the throne, which was the prince's position.

And Her Majesty the Queen was already sitting on the throne, holding a huge black and blue magic wand, with a thin layer of black veil covering her face.

Every time he saw the lineup in front of him, Moriarty couldn't help but feel joy in his heart, and he understood the evil taste of Ying Zheng and Gilgamesh.

It's just that, to his dismay, he's never seen much fun so far, and the three are always going their separate ways.

Seeing that all the heroic spirits had arrived, Morgan waved his hand to the vampire knights to close the palace door and announced that the meeting had officially begun.

"Boy, what's the current situation in the Western District? Can it still maintain basic stability?"

Arthur glanced at Arturia, seeing that she didn't intend to answer, he opened his mouth spontaneously.

"The riots some time ago have been suppressed, and the criminals who have been running around and committing crimes have also been beheaded, but... the various communities are not far from collapse now."

Arthur sighed weakly, rubbing the Holy Sword of the Star at his waist with his palm.

He once raised the sword of salvation to the 'dystopian' devil, and his knights of the Round Table also recognized him.

But the "closed world" has not been completely cut off, and the dispelled gray mist soon returned to its original state and could not be dispelled.

The light of the holy sword can illuminate and save the world, but it cannot dispel the shadow cast on people's hearts, let alone cut off the shackles on people's minds.

Arturia closed her eyes and bowed her head. Her Holy Spear was pulled out, but it turned out to be the same as Arthur's. This matter cannot be resolved by force.

Now, the task of Arthur and Artoria is to lead the Knights to patrol the entire West Region in order to maintain and maintain peace and order among the community.

In desperation, many people realize that there is no hope of survival, and plan to indulge themselves before they die, burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil.

During this period of time, the two knights of the round table killed many strong men who committed crimes, and established a high reputation among the community in the western region.

Although they always did the right thing, Arthur and Artoria would often look up at the gray sky and try their best to think of solutions.

Bounty Game: Locked World

List of contestants: all four-digit outer gate west district

Organizer's victory condition: not to be defeated before the end of the game

Contestant Victory Conditions:

1. Discover the reality of dystopian thoughts

2. Keep the spirit status until the end of the game and maintain your own existence

3. Crack the dystopian society and bring human development back to life

Oath: Respect the above content, based on the glory, flag and sponsor's permission, hold the gift game

【Dystopia】India

It's a pity that this matter is a bit out of line for them, and it is too difficult for Wang, who doesn't understand people's hearts, to figure out the key to it.

"Then please continue to be alert to the turmoil." Morgan asked in a deep voice, and then moved his gaze to the side. "Sir Moriarty, I wonder how the cracking of the Gift Game is progressing?"

"I'm sorry Your Majesty, but there is still no progress on this matter." Moriarty stepped forward and bowed in a rather gentlemanly way, "This is a professor of mathematics, and I don't have a deep research on social development and philosophical thoughts. Can't come up with ideas that can counter the dystopian trend."

"Is that so?" Morgan didn't show any disappointment, and asked again: "Is there any new discovery?"

"This is indeed true." Moriarty raised his hand and touched the beard on his lips, and reported: "After this period of observation, I found that we heroic spirits seem to be able to ignore the power of the 'Dystopian' Demon King, even if Even if it’s under four figures, it won’t be affected at all.”

"Oh?" Morgan became a little interested when he heard this, "This is good news. If we really can't solve it, we can only place our hopes on the base camp in the East District. But in the end, if we are the only one left in the entire West District Survived..."

The queen had not finished speaking, but the heroic spirits standing in the hall clenched their fists, with unwilling looks on their faces.

They are heroic spirits, they have engraved their names and taboos on history, and the pride and glory they hold does not allow them to live on like this.

Of course, Moriarty didn't have these messy mental burdens. He was a professor and a crime king, not a knight who obeyed the commandments.

"For us, this kind of result can only be regarded as mixed." Moriarty's mouth slightly curled up, and he analyzed: "The good thing is that there is no need to spend so much effort to integrate the western region, but the disadvantage is that the western region is also too vast. After this incident, I will not be able to bring all the sites under control."

Morgan noticed Moriarty's expression and felt that the other person seemed to have a plan in mind.

"So, Mr. Moriarty, how are you doing?"

"Your Majesty, only utopia can fight against dystopia." Moriarty looked at King Arthur and the Lion King and said: "Our heroic spirits are not affected by the loss of spiritual energy for unknown reasons, and the same goes for our Noble Phantasms. And the only place that can be called Utopia is 'Avalon', the land of fairies."

Morgan, Arthur, and Artoria's breaths hitched.

The three people who kept a distance from each other looked at each other for the first time, and they all saw helplessness in their own eyes.

Because none of them had ever held that scabbard, and it wasn't even considered their Noble Phantasm.

"Mr. Moriarty, your suggestion is indeed very feasible, but...we don't have the conditions to implement it."

After hearing Morgan's words, Moriarty was not surprised.

Because if Avalon was really here, with the characters of Arthur and Artoria, they would definitely have tried it out to see if it worked.

"Your Majesty, although the Western District has become a closed world now, why don't we try to summon the heroic spirits directly from Xingyue's seat?"

Moriarty's words were recalled in the quiet palace, and the elegant but magnetic voice was full of bewitching, making people want to obey.

"If you use the shield of the Galahad knight as the ritual, and you three as the medium, it is possible to summon the king from a different world line."

Morgan, Arthur and Artoria fell into silence again, and the three of them looked at each other again.

Although it is a bit strange that the holy relic is myself, I have to say that the method proposed by Moriarty is indeed worth trying.

'Why don't you... give it a try? '

Seeing the meaning in their eyes, they nodded to each other.

"Then let's do this, Mr. Moriarty will take full charge of this matter for you."

"I obey." Moriarty saluted slightly, "My Majesty."

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Four-digit outer door, North District.

Community 'Seven Heavens' resident.

In the Gathering Hall, where the heaven-cutting was once discussed, there were seven high-ranking chairs.

The handsome man with black hair, red eyes and horns was reclining on the second seat, with no image at all.

Beside him, a decadent man with brown hair and blue eyes was lying on his back in seat three, staring at the ceiling boredly.

And on the fourth seat, there was also a beautiful girl with red hair and blue eyes, with her arms folded on her chest, staring viciously at the letter on the table.

Jialing's mood at this time can be described as extremely unhappy, and he was even so angry that he wanted to set fire to a temple for fun.

However, after thinking about the elder sister who was forced to convert to Buddhism, Jialing had to give up the dangerous thoughts in his heart.

She looked at the lying Bull Demon King and the dead Jiaoliu, got up and slapped the table, breaking the silence in the Gathering Hall.

"So, what should we do now? Second brother, third brother, you should come up with an idea!"

"Don't worry, little Jialing." Jiao Liu glanced at Jialing with his head tilted, and comforted him, "Even if you are anxious, it's useless. The mission arranged by the Buddhist sect this time is obviously beyond our ability. I don't know if I intend to borrow a knife to kill someone Get rid of us."

"Yeah, besides, we only have three lonely people left now." The Bull Demon King sighed, with a sad face on his face: "We have heard of the name 'Temple of Time', the leader of the family has a three-digit number, and there are other people under his command." One hundred and eight boys, whose strength is between four and six digits..."

"If the 'Seven Heavens Great Sage' is in its prime, we can still go and have a touch with them." Jiao Liu's eyes revealed memories of the past, but soon turned into a pool of stagnant water again: "But now, Even if all three and four figures of us are dispatched, it’s not enough for people to bite their teeth.”

Jialing can also understand the concerns of the Bull Demon King and Jiaoliu, but this matter was ordered by Buddhism, and even the letter has the seal of Sakyamuni's swastika attached to it.

This means that they have to do it even if they want to do it, and they have to do it even if they don't want to do it. There is no room for negotiation or rejection at all.

"Then can we go or not? Who knows how Eldest Sister will be treated in Buddhism if things are not done well?"

The Bull Demon King and Jiao Liu fell silent after hearing the words, they obviously did not want the Monkey King to be targeted maliciously in Buddhism.

It can be said that the Buddhist sect took the Monkey King as a hostage, and had ordered the "Seven Heavens" to do a lot of dirty and evil things for them.

The community of demon kings who once held high the banner of defeating the sky and waged war against gods and Buddhas has now become the black gloves of Buddhism.

At first, the violent Jialing wanted to drive away the little novice who came to deliver the message, but the other party's light words made the girl die.

"Master Jialing, you don't want Monkey King to be bullied in Buddhism, do you?"If you understand, donor, you know what to do. '

At that time, Jialing's fist wrapped in flames stopped right in front of the little novice's nose, but the punch couldn't be sustained no matter what.