Little Cat Roll Speedruns Phantom's Roguelike / The Crimson Troupe Is Completely Finished

"Let's observe first, and not be too conspicuous. He is, after all, the ruler of a country. Although we can't take direct action, his men are enough to give us a hard time."

The Tin Man lit a cigarette; he would never forget the day he investigated the Utopia Bank.

That night, the manager of Utopia Bank nearly tore himself apart; if he hadn't been physically strong enough, he would have been dead by now.

The agents, having received their orders, mobilized in full force and agreed on the time and method of their investigation.

To avoid getting beaten up, the agents of the Merland Foundation opted for an investigative method they had never seen before.

They don't monitor, nor do they monitor the people the "The Gunslinger" come into contact with.

Instead, they gathered information about what the Gunslinger had done, and then expanded their findings based on that information.

After all, as the Tin Man elder said, although being a secret agent pays a high salary, you only have one life.

Thinking of his beautiful wife at home, the agents realized that if he were to submit, his identity would be limited to that of a dead ex-husband, a character often seen in Columbia films.

After learning of this through his informant within the Merland Foundation, Huang Cao nodded in satisfaction.

"These people aren't completely stupid; they know I'm here to conduct an assessment, not to launch a direct attack on Columbia."

As for why there are spies, isn't it normal for major powers to send spies to each other?

However, Huang Cao believed that there were absolutely no spies in his utopia.

Do you really think the only use of the Golden Tree is for purifying Originium?

"But then again, haven't I been leaving the Crimson Troupe hanging for a while?"

Just as Huang Cao was about to go to Tremon University to see his little Elf, a second before shutting down Utopia's government affairs system, he inadvertently glanced at a letter at the very bottom.

"I almost forgot about Dionysus; we can't let these menaces get away."

Huang Cao immediately ordered permission for the Crimson Troupe to perform inside a specific castle.

However, all those watching the performance were Abundance Warrior Realm, including five soldiers who had fought in the most battles.

The performance venue was an old castle, and the place wasn't altered in any way, as it was necessary to give the soldiers a chance to relax.

Compared to heading north to fight Demons, these newbies are a better training ground.

"The efficiency of your country is truly impressive."

The Troupe Leader was on the verge of a breakdown. He had been waiting for quite some time and was already planning to sneak in.

But I didn't expect the other side to have such a dense network of informants; now I can neither leave nor get in.

So all I can do is wait awkwardly here.

They waited for who knows how long, and even the playwright began to drift off.

After a long wait, the troupe had almost run out of the food they brought.

If they continue waiting, they'll probably have to temporarily switch to hunting and send a few people out to hunt.

However, perseverance pays off. Although he didn't know why Utopia had dragged him out for so long, it was very likely that they had already set a trap.

However, other countries have also set traps before.

As a result, all these countries turned out to be empty-handed, so the Troupe Leader had great confidence in his ability to escape.

Chapter 431: Speedrunning Phantom Rogue's Little Cat Roll

"Join this grand feast, listen to the resonance of blood and breath, as the Crimson Troupe will perform a banquet from Leithanian, entitled The Death of the Witch King."

"Rejoice! Let music and art be the best adornment of this country!"

As the theater troupe drew back the curtain, the entire castle seemed to be shrouded in smoke.

Everything seemed to be under control, and everyone here would become the best fertile ground for art.

"Something seems off about him. Did he pull some strings? Otherwise, how could an outsider like him get such good resources?"

The Abundance Warrior in the audience, munching on popcorn, looked somewhat bewildered.

Meanwhile, everyone cheered like robots, because Dionysus's theatrical taste was actually quite good; at least it wasn't bad.

Because the composition of the countries in Utopia is somewhat out of the ordinary, and because the entire country's growth rate from the very beginning of its development is all about development.

If there's any shortcoming in Master Huang's country, it's definitely its cultural heritage.

The region boasts a rich cultural heritage, but the nation's core culture is remarkably lacking.

Culture is ultimately material, and all the policies Huang Cao formulated were based on material considerations. Therefore, it is possible to go hungry while studying art in Utopia.

The cultures have indeed merged, and in terms of language, they can basically exchange what they have. They can all speak the language of the country Huang Cao's previous life belonged to.

Fine art is generally appreciated by all, regardless of social status. Although Dionysus, as ancient Immortals, still maintains a noble style, he no longer considers anyone else as human.

Each person is a work of art to him, so this guy has also put on shows in many rural areas.

As the play neared its end, the actors began to reveal their terrifying appearances while attempting to engage the audience in conversation.

"Ladies and gentlemen, next up is the castle adventure. Who would like to participate? The first person to emerge will receive a prize!"

The announcer read out the castle's rules from behind, his tone slightly disdainful.

"Wow! I love interactive elements!"

The Abundance Warrior in the audience did not doubt the authenticity of the performance, so they were quickly brought onto the stage and then backstage.

"Attention all personnel! Observe your surroundings and enter combat camouflage mode!"

Shortly after the Abundance Warrior were led backstage by the actresses, they suddenly heard their captain's voice.

At this moment, a soldier is holding the hand of a masked actor, fantasizing about a wonderful encounter he might have later.

His body didn't change after hearing the order, but his alertness had already been heightened.

The next second, the five Hundred Battles Abundance Warriors who were in charge explained the combat mission for this theater.

"According to the lord's orders, the objective of this operation is to capture Dionysus and his main subordinates alive, while protecting the middle-aged Ursus man codenamed 'Da Suo.' The lord has also sent a special guest to assist us."

"Therefore, after the mission is completed, we only need to count ninety-nine people."

"This operation must be carried out as discreetly as possible, without causing too much disturbance, to prevent Dionysus from escaping. Also, considering the objective of this operation is to rescue the innocent people trapped in the troupe, your primary objective when facing threats is to incapacitate them. However, this order can be disregarded in emergency situations."

There could have been better methods for Huang Cao, but the Crimson Troupe's cast was quite diverse.

Many, like Lucien, were caught up in the situation by accident. After putting on the costumes, many people's mental state was controlled, and they were forced to do many things they didn't want to do.

Huang Cao has a better way to capture Dionysus; he can simply use force to overpower him.

The troupe is a very large organization with hundreds of actors. It is impossible to expect the Troupe Leader, playwright, or even the announcer to personally participate in every performance.

Because a play with three people is still too difficult to act.

No matter how grand a drama may be, it is ultimately performed by people, so Huang Cao could guess the purpose of the Crimson Troupe this time.

He simply wanted to collect Utopian people as actors in his theater troupe to satisfy his perverse collecting desires.

Huang Cao could not possibly please the Dionysus.

"The real horror is about to begin, welcome to Castle Horror!"

The Troupe Leader watched as all the performers went backstage, a cruel smile creeping onto his lips.

"What vulgar art, Master Huang. Thank you for your guidance."

While the Troupe Leader was completely absorbed in his art, an Abundance Warrior used his long, slender fingers to knock out the leader in front of him.

Then the soldier's figure transformed, and he actually became the appearance of Dukare, or rather, he was originally Dukare.

"The imprisoned Blood Demon seems to be of a rather high rank."

If it weren't for Master Huang pointing it out, Dukare would never have known that one of his people had been imprisoned by the Crimson Troupe.

It's unknown how many years this compatriot was imprisoned.

"As expected, the Immortals are only good at these empty gestures; they can't even compare to the former divine beings."

Dukare wandered alone through the dimly lit castle, then relied on his own strength to fight his way through all sorts of strange and wonderful things.

"Why can't I just take both of these two paths? But these little trinkets are quite valuable."

Dukare put several gems and a necklace into his pocket.

This cannot be wasted; as the treasurer of Kazdel, one must find every legal way to increase one's income.

Continuing forward, Dukare dismantled several wooden mechs and then looted a large amount of spoils from some of the people.

"Ursus Saber, Banshee's Kiss, what kind of strange things are these?"

However, due to Master Huang's request, Dukare spared their lives.

"This is the final barrier on the third level of this castle. I thought there would be something special, but it's just a mixture of Originium."

Dukare cast a spell, and the crimson mist materialized, instantly piercing the Originium monster in front of him.

"Boring."

After uttering two words from his scarlet lips, Dukare stepped over the corpse of the Originium monster and began his next "play".

In the game, the Crimson Troupe has difficulty levels, but in reality, this castle starts at the highest difficulty.

But Dukare was also at his peak at this time, and if we were to compare who lived the longest, he might even be longer than Dionysus.

If it weren't for the game mechanics, Li Gousheng in the original storyline could have soloed the Phantom Rogue.

Lord of the Royal Court! Boy!

After clearing the third level, Dukare entered a completely new area.

"Is this castle really that big? Or is it all an illusion?"

Dukare didn't want to delve into it, because it was all pointless; if a path couldn't be cleared, just use magic!

If there's no connection point, can't I just fly there directly?

Even without any of his collectibles, Dukare, as one of the Royal Court, possesses combat power equivalent to Hu Ju, who has countless collectibles combined.

Chapter 432: The Crimson Troupe's Utter Demise

"What a sorry sight."

After a search, Dukare finally found the imprisoned Blood Demon.

"I've used my vacation to help you, I hope you can surprise me."

Dukare pinched Miss Blood Demon's cheek with his fingers, messing up her bangs, and her voice sounded weak and listless.

"Another new escapee? Kind guest, I am Blood Demon from the Sarkaz Blood Demon Royal Court. I beg you to help me. Just a little bit of my blood is enough for me to destroy the entire troupe."

The Blood Demon Girl neither looked up nor opened her eyes, seemingly placing no hope in the man before her.

After all, Sarkaz's reputation is well-known, and she has no idea how many years she has been imprisoned here.

She was imprisoned long before Utopia was even established, and her heart yearned for revenge, for which she was even willing to pay any price.

So even when this man pinched her cheeks, she remained unmoved.

"Open your eyes and look at me."

Dukare's voice was calm and steady, yet it carried a powerful, oppressive force that no blood Blood Demon could resist.

Feeling the restlessness in her bloodline, the Blood Demon Lady, who was bound by Da Suo, suddenly opened her eyes.

"Blood Demon Lord... Dukare..."

Dukare, whose name was called, nodded in satisfaction. "It seems that despite being imprisoned for so long, you never yielded. You haven't lost your honor as Sarkaz."

The crimson blood surrounding the army transformed into sharp blades, quickly and easily freeing the girl from the massive iron chains binding her.

"Don't thank me yet. A close friend of mine told me about you, and out of curiosity, I came to rescue you. However, he also asked me to protect his soldiers along the way."

Although Dukare felt that he was the one who should be afraid, the sheer number of these ninety-odd Abundance Soldier could overwhelm him.

Dukare put his finger into the mouth of the weakened Blood Demon. Upon tasting the blood, the Blood Demon instantly regained her strength, her beautiful face seemingly restless, but Dukare quickly suppressed it.

"Control your power, or I'll have to teach you a lesson right now."