Kill Everyone in Sight

The war horns sounded from the British Isles and reached the whole world.

At its zenith, the British Empire controlled 25 percent of the world's land, three-quarters of its ports and seas, and 90 percent of its shipping routes. In that era of expansion, filled with desire, sin, bloodshed, and chaos, the power of the Round Table swelled to an unprecedented degree.

By establishing a foundation, accumulating wealth, cultivating power, and strengthening its wings, the Round Table and the British Empire at the time tacitly joined forces, hiding in the Shadow, occupying the dark side of the world, mutually benefiting and parasitizing each other.

This ancient and vast organization once carried out sacred rituals across the globe, with knights responding to the call of the Round Table on every sunlit continent.

However, there is no eternal monarchy in the world. Fate is fickle, and even the mighty Round Table cannot see the direction of the future. Due to various historical reasons, the hegemony of Britain continued to decline, and in the last century it encountered many challenges, ultimately leading to the collapse of the throne and the loss of royal power.

The glory of Britain has been usurped by a new king, and the ever-present Round Table has found a new host. Although this ancient organization still maintains its vitality in another form, the Round Table on the Britain Isles is no longer the absolute center... Absolute dominion has become the basis for oaths.

But the vow remains.

When the war horns sounded, all the sworn brothers on every continent received the call to fight.

The ancient treasure trove slowly opens, dusty scrolls are brushed clean, old-fashioned computers display strings of instructions, fax machines spew out lines of text, arms of different skin colors, messages in different languages, hidden strongholds unknown to anyone— the Round Table is mobilizing the power hidden throughout the world.

Files appeared before the executives: Kang De's immediate family, close relatives and friends, even the King of Comora, the newly established AWSL Company, Wang Xiaoman's father's Fengqiao Group... The designated war targets awaited the final execution orders.

War plans were drafted in rapid succession, with bounties, targets, and methods listed out. Unimportant figures were to be killed directly, while important figures were to be captured alive if possible. The physical industries involved would be subjected to a joint commercial crackdown, and those involving overseas entities would be pressured by local administrative forces.

The detailed war plan was extremely clear, with only one objective.

--Launch all-out war against everything related to Kang De.

Now, all that's needed is the final order for this massive war in the shadows of the world to begin, but the executives are still waiting, waiting for the final news from Britain.

Once the British Round Table formally declares war on Kang De, a full-scale war will immediately break out.

"You simply cannot imagine how immense the power and influence of the Round Table is!"

Inside the China Embassy, in a tightly guarded secret room, Kang De sat calmly in a chair, legs crossed, smiling as he watched the golden retriever opposite him spitting wildly.

Grand Secretary Yue roared in fury, "You're in big trouble! A really big problem!"

Kang De looked bewildered, blinking his innocent, wide eyes. "What's wrong?"

"You're still playing dumb with me!" the Prime Minister roared. "You've been in London since early this morning, haven't you? You were the one who caused the car accident in front of Palace of Westminster, weren't you? And you were the one who orchestrated Ian's kidnapping of the United States ambassador, weren't you?"

Kang De glared and said, "How dare you slander someone out of thin air? Sir, I've heard that in your democratic countries, everything requires evidence. Be careful, or I might sue you for defamation."

"... So you said you were on a plane on your way here, and that damn plane of yours takes several hours to get to London, so why are you here now?" Grand Secretary Yue said viciously. "Don't tell me you have teleportation abilities; your teleportation abilities can't possibly send you to a place you've never been before, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have needed to take a plane here, and the Comora incident wouldn't have dragged on for so long!"

"Well," Kang De said seriously, "To tell you the truth, I've recently become incredibly strong. When I heard about the changes in London, I just opened the hatch, jumped outside, stepped on my right foot with my left, and climbed all the way to the outer atmosphere. Then, with a little effort, hey, I was flying around the Earth."

"Fly to the British Isles, then take a Leap of Faith, land in a haystack outside the embassy, and look around, 'Hey, isn't this London?'"

He nodded repeatedly after saying that, "Look, my hands are still covered in frost. Spaceflight is so cold and suffocating—oh right, speaking of which, when I arrived at the embassy, the first thing I saw was some stinky woman who called herself 'Round Table' beating up our ambassador. Is there no justice? Is there no law?"

Kang De pointed to the ambassador, who wore an embarrassed yet polite smile, "These extraordinary people at the Round Table are lacking in sportsmanship. The ambassador is an old comrade in his sixties; is this appropriate? This is inappropriate."

The Britain Prime Minister and the China Ambassador, two respectable men in their fifties and sixties, were not used to the way young people spoke. But the reason why things are so messed up is that when you don't have the power to speak, you can only endure others spouting nonsense without even having a chance to talk back.

Now, even this United Kingdom, Grand Secretary Yue, has to get used to this feeling.

But he was still furious. "Don't give me that crap! The Round Table has already decided it's you, and they're about to launch a full-scale attack on you. How can you be so relaxed?"

Upon hearing this, Kang De looked at the ambassador and said, "Sir, do you have any iced cola? Please give me a can."

"..."

The ambassador's expression was strange, and before he could speak, Kang De added, "By the way, don't offer the Prime Minister any drinks—it's not that we're unhospitable, but..."

He looked at the Prime Minister and switched to English: "I'm afraid you'll be poisoned here."

Grand Secretary Yue was taken aback at first, then his expression changed drastically.

"Do you understand, Your Excellency?" Kang De said calmly. "Whether I'm leisurely or not is another matter, but you certainly have a big heart, actually coming to the embassy to meet with me. Do you know that if the Round Table manages to kill you here, the whole world will be in for a world of trouble... You really have a death wish."

The Prime Minister's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously looked outside. As a seasoned politician, he was familiar with the methods of the Round Table and felt a chill run down his spine. Then he looked at Kang De.

"No..." he glared, "Are you trying to sow discord between us?"

"Do we still need to sow discord? You idiot," Kang De said coldly. "You actually allow this kind of inhumane terrorist organization to take root in the United Kingdom, harming civilians and corrupting the rich. At first, I thought you were a monarchical Jianguo with an incomplete revolution, but now it seems you're still a damn religious state."

Grand Secretary Yue was embarrassed and was about to retort when he realized something was wrong.

--Damn, I was the one trying to talk him out, how did it turn into him trying to talk me out?

"Britain has its own national conditions," he said in a deep voice. "It's none of your business to worry about that. You should worry about yourself—do you even know what you've done?"

He pointed outside. "You actually blew that up! London is in complete chaos now. Do you even know who those people at the equestrian center were tonight? They were people with immense influence and wealth in Britain and even the world, and you killed them without hesitation!"

Kang De said calmly, "I don't know, sir. But do you know how many innocent people have lost their lives here since the beginning of this equestrian center, becoming tools for the amusement and revelry of those powerful figures? Do you know the names of each and every one of them? Do you know the longing and sorrow of their families as they await their return?"

"--Damn it! I didn't come here to talk about human rights! Who-fucking-care!"

Grand Secretary Yue abruptly stood up and said sternly, "Stop with the hypocrisy! Let's talk about something practical! Those so-called innocent people come from impoverished backgrounds, their parents and families have nothing. Even if they lose their loved ones, they are helpless. Their searching and crying out will have no impact on the world!"

"The wealth and power of those you killed won't disappear; they'll be transferred to their families! What will those people do if they know their loved ones died at your hands? They will, of course, seek revenge without hesitation, using their wealth, power, and networks—this vast, real force—to unleash a furious torrent of vengeance upon you and your family!"

"And Round Table."

"The power and influence of the Round Table are ten or even a hundred times greater than what these individuals possess."

The Prime Minister's voice held a hint of helplessness and exhaustion as he said, "Kang De, you made a grave mistake... and the whole world has to pay the price. That's not fair."

Kang De paused for a moment, then raised his head. "Prime Minister, you've misunderstood something."

"What?"

"Those innocent victims, their cries for help, the despair and anger of their families, do not have no impact on the world." He looked into the other person's eyes, his gaze serene. "Do you believe that fate has its own way of turning the dying cries of the innocent into Flame of revenge, appearing before me? That's why I've come."

"..."

The Prime Minister's face contorted with a mixture of absurdity and rage. "Shit! Why are you being so childish! Stop playing these games and get your act together! Understand the situation!"

A mocking smile appeared on Kang De's lips, "What's going on?"

"The situation is that the Round Table is mobilizing an army composed of superhumans and sending war orders all over the world. The situation is that everyone connected to you will face the Round Table's full-scale attack, leaving you overwhelmed and exhausted. The situation is that even if you consider yourself invincible, the Round Table has ways to restrain and deal with you—you may be very powerful, but how can one person fight against the power of an organization?"

At this Grand Secretary Yue John took a deep breath. "I don't care whether you live or die, but damn it, war cannot break out in London! Absolutely not!"

Kang De, unfazed, tilted his head and said, "It sounds like I could use the people of this city as hostages to force you to pressure the Round Table into a ceasefire?"

"... You! Fuck! The Round Table doesn't care about this!" Grand Secretary Yue roared. "We are not your enemies, Kang De, don't push us to the opposite side!"

"I thought we were enemies."

Kang De cupped his hands and said, "Then, Your Grand Secretary Yue, as a senior Britain official, you must have some profound insights to offer upon arriving at our embassy. Allow me to listen to your crude words."

According to Horus's intelligent translation, Kang De's statement sounded incredibly irritating, but Grand Secretary Yue clearly wasn't in the mood for a verbal battle. He took a deep breath and said, "Mediation, peace talks."

Kang De raised his hand, gesturing for you to continue.

"You attacked the equestrian center, killing everyone there, including the Knights of the Round Table and many other dignitaries, thus provoking the Round Table to declare war. Your conflict with the Round Table is highly likely to trigger large-scale conflict and casualties, and even lead to a major war... For the sake of world peace and the safety of innocent lives, you must take responsibility and bear the consequences. In peace talks, you must bow your head and make concessions."

Upon hearing this, the ambassador frowned and said, "Mr. Prime Minister..."

Kang De raised his hand, indicating that the other party did not need to speak, "Ambassador, no debate, no debate."

The other person was taken aback. "Huh?"

Kang De smiled at the Prime Minister: "Please continue."

"The Round Table is merely a means to save face and honor; they don't want a life-or-death struggle with you, a powerful superhuman. As the rulers of our nations and protectors of our people, I, along with other world leaders, also do not wish to see a superhuman war escalate. We are willing to mediate, but we need to impose restrictions on you. You must accept supervision and operate under our surveillance. You will need to compensate for the Round Table's losses. In the negotiations, we will try our best to negotiate on your behalf to make the Round Table's conditions less unreasonable, but you will also..."

Kang De laughed out loud.

Grand Secretary Yue frowned and said, "You haven't realized the seriousness of your loss of composure—bowing down now is much more dignified than bowing down after a defeat in war."

"Yes," Kang De agreed, "No one understands this better than you Britain."

Before the Prime Minister could get angry, he smiled and said, "Speaking of peace talks, I also have an idea. Would you like to hear it?"

"What?"

Kang De leaned forward and said, "How about I take all the interests, status, and social connections of the Round Table in the United Kingdom? You see, I'm much easier to talk to than the Round Table. I won't cause trouble, nor will I kidnap innocent people to torture. Apart from occasionally making sarcastic remarks and making you furious, I don't do anything else."

After a moment of stunned silence, Grand Secretary Yue flew into a rage. "What kind of time is this to be joking?"

"No, Grand Secretary Yue."

Kang De's smile vanished, his tone hardened, and his gaze sent a chill down the Prime Minister's spine.

"You think I'm joking? You think I'm just sitting here joking with you?"

"You think I don't know? You have listening devices and microphones in your lower back and left sleeve. You've been trying to trick me into revealing information. You think I don't know? Several dogs of the Round Table have been lurking outside the embassy. You think I don't know? The Round Table is mobilizing its forces, preparing to launch an attack. And I just went out to meet them. There will inevitably be superhumans coming in to massacre the embassy, kill you, this dog-like prime minister, and make the situation worse with no way out—so why do you think I let you in? Why am I talking to you here?"

Kang De stood up, looking down at her. "You say war is about to begin? No, war has already begun!"

The terrifying aura pressed the prime minister back into his chair.

Kang De looked down with disdain at the supreme leader of this powerful nation.

"I let you in to talk, so you could clean up the mess!"

In a remote castle and a gloomy manor, the war horns summoned knights. A legion of extraordinary individuals stood ready, awaiting orders. The hall was brightly lit by will-o'-the-wisps as the knights gathered around Round Table to begin their war.

"Our patience has reached its limit. Notify the Boris government and ask them to deliver the declaration of war on our behalf. The war will begin immediately. Next, we must leverage our advantages to lure Kang De into our battlefield for a decisive encirclement and annihilation. To do this, we need him to relinquish his spatial mobility advantage, so..."

Arthur pointed to the map, to the location of the embassy. "Chinatown, it's full of his people. He seems to uphold so-called justice and loyalty to his country and people, so let the world stand against him. For this, we need..."

"--Huh!? Wait a minute!"

Before Arthur could finish speaking, a knight cried out in alarm. Everyone turned to look, and the knight stammered, "Kang De's spatial teleportation method... if our speculation is correct... if he really did tamper with Ian's affairs, then Ian's remains..."

Upon hearing this, the knights' expressions changed drastically.

Arthur roared, "Bedivere, destroy it right now!"

The loyal knight obeyed and left, while the rest remained silent. After a short while, someone forced a smile and said, "Don't panic. If Kang De comes here, he'll be walking right into a trap..."

Just then, a deafening thunderclap shook the sky!

The roaring thunder roared violently, and the dazzling lightning streaked across the night sky. At a speed visible to the naked eye, a black curtain, darker than the night itself, spread out, obscuring the stars and the moon. Streaks of lightning writhed like thunder serpents. Cables were cut, signals were jammed, and physical obstruction was achieved. A huge iron curtain slowly descended from the outskirts of London!

The knights rose abruptly, the will-o'-the-wisps illuminating the uncertain expressions on their faces, while the superhuman legion gathered in the castle let out uneasy roars, their powerful instincts alerting them to the approach of a powerful being!

Under the cover of darkness, dozens of Grey Wind Locust silently flew out of the castle, scattering in all directions. They arrived at their designated locations and hovered in the air.

Black portals burst forth from their bodies, swirling and blooming like lotus flowers.

Herne the Hunter's warhorse neighed incessantly, the Black Dog Demon pawed at the ground restlessly, the woman in the pool of blood looked around in surprise and uncertainty, and the ghosts sang mournful songs.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared across the sky, darkness filled the air, but the downpour had not yet arrived. This chaotic silence seemed to conceal a deadly intent, leaving them bewildered and anxiously waiting.

Amidst the interplay of darkness and lightning, Shadow seemed to be approaching in the distance.

The Knights of the Round Table, in human form, led their Mortal World Oathkeeper, armed with various weapons and on high alert. One of the knights shouted, "Send someone to see what that is, and then..."

"Sura above!"

The United Kingdom, speaking in a language they couldn't understand, chanted the name of the sun god. With a roar, a blinding holy light pierced the heavens and earth. The leading Goth paladin drew his chainsword, its sacred runes lighting up one after another. A surge of holy light transformed into wings of light illuminating the darkness. A massive halo of war spread to the feet of every warrior. He pointed at the demons and monsters opposite him and roared his battle cry, just as they had faced the Dragon of Cathay for the first time.

"Valentine--"

The Valentan Guards, bathed in brilliant holy light, began their charge.

--What is this thing!?

After a moment of shock, the Knights of the Round Table shouted sharply, "Enemy attack! Engage! We have encountered..."

Amidst the roar of cannons and the explosions of supersonic fighter jets, eerie runes rose above the castle, blocking the bombardment of high-yield bombs. The knights stared in disbelief as a futuristic fighter jet transformed into a gigantic robot with bloodshot eyes and a chilling, terrifying presence, its cannons booming as it fired.

"Destruction Squadron!" it roared. "Attack! Destroy! Slaughter!"

The roar of light and heavy machine guns and flashes of lightning shot in from the other side as Doom Warriors clad in heavy power armor leaped and charged, its futuristic, hardcore design and armor leaving the Knights of the Round Table bewildered once more—who was attacking them? Who were they?

Herne the Hunter sounded the horn, and the Wild Hunt riders roared into battle. But a thunderous roar surged from the jungle on their flank. The Wild Hunt turned their horses, only to see billowing black smoke ahead, and a group of massive, tattered monsters wielding glowing red guns and swords, roaring terrifyingly, "Waaaaaagh!"

Amidst fierce fighting, chaos, explosions, and utter noise, squads silently teleported into the castle, clad in new, highly mobile armor, ready to begin their decapitation strike.

"Attention all units, this is an independent mission under my command. His Highness Kang De will not be able to provide you with high-frequency warp support and firepower. You will face an enemy you have never encountered before, and this is only the first battle. The enemy is right here; everything before you is enemy territory. Blades forward—"

Horus roared, "Kill all who see me!"

￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥

PS1: Update... Ugh, that scandal involving Tsinghua University's "Butt Sister" is really infuriating.