The King in Yellow's Holy War!

The year 807 of the Dragon Wu Calendar.

Just Ru Long Xi had predicted, the elves soon faced a full-scale war with the Desert Empire.

Wei Jiu was also drawn into the war, and he single-handedly stormed into the Elf Empire in an attempt to seize the Elf Empire's sacred tree.

As expected, he was defeated by several elven priests who claimed to be Great Sage.

Wei Jiu, unwilling to give up, retaliated with another blow.

Because Long Xi had been following him, Wei Jiu was unable to use his fusion ability, which made him very uncomfortable.

Left with no other choice, Wei Jiu had to find an excuse to send Long Xi away.

"Can you walk?"

"Cannot."

The Western Continent, the Chaos Empire.

On this bright and sunny day, suddenly a vast expanse of Blood Mist swept in, gradually spreading throughout the entire Chaos Empire.

Any living thing that comes into contact with that Blood Mist will turn into blood.

Meanwhile, large numbers of Zombie Creatures continued to emerge from the Blood Mist.

The Empire's firearms were rendered useless in the face of the supernatural Blood Mist, which was accompanied by a declaration of Blood Mist.

"All citizens of the Chaos Empire, I am the Lord of the Blood-Dripping Sky Who Cries Out in Lamentation, I am the God of the Red Flow."

"The long period of peace on the continent has ended. I will reignite the flames of war and annex all living beings from the western continent to the eastern continent."

"If you want to stop me, you may try to struggle."

The Chaos Empire and all the surrounding sequences heard these words, especially Otto.

"There has been no news so far, which means that 009 and the others are very likely dead."

After all, none of the sequences that went to Hell have come back alive so far, except for 005, of course.

In response, the ancient consciousness Iron, trapped within the Chaos Empire, has something to say.

You are just an outsider in this game.

If they die, wouldn't that be just what you wanted? After all, the outcome of this game has nothing to do with you.

Otto tapped his five fingers repeatedly on the table. "The Land of God's Chosen is not a place I can come and go as I please."

"I used to naively think that I could come and go as I pleased, but now I realize that coming in may be easy, but leaving is absolutely impossible."

"So we can only wait a thousand years to see what happens."

"I am different from the other sequences that participated. I am not restricted by the crown, but I cannot leave here either. I do not know what God's will is."

"According to my original estimate, once this game is over and 009 and his team win, the God-Chosen World should open its exit and allow people to leave."

So your only problem is the survival of your own self.

"I know, but the timing of the Lord of the Red Flow's arrival is coincidental. He is the type of person I find most difficult to deal with. No, I wouldn't say difficult to deal with; I would say there are no means to deal with him."

However, correspondingly, his abilities cannot effectively threaten you.

"That's true, but if he sweeps his hand over like that, my situation won't be much better."

Click.

The cathedral of the Chaos Empire was pushed open, and a gaunt old man walked out of the cathedral. He looked up at the sky and saw that the world was blood red.

A series of wails and cries echoed within the Blood Mist, and the mist in the sky was like water, with the ripples of water clearly visible.

Blood dripped from the sky like drops of blood, and deep within this Blood Mist, a gigantic, faceless red lich could be vaguely seen!

When it towers into the clouds, its misty fragments of flesh and blood, and its drifting black water patterns, all tug at the nerves of those who gaze upon it!

Stepping into the red mist is like stepping into a different universe, a different dimension, and being trapped in the swirling flow of light.

"The body of the God of the Red Flow is composed of red flowing light and misty flesh, capable of turning humans into immortal zombies, or rather, immortal tree-men."

As the priest spoke, his figure grew taller and taller. He opened his arms, and under the gaze of the congregation, his figure gradually became imposing.

"Do not be afraid, for the great and indescribable Lord will protect his followers."

"I am the supreme being, and I bestow upon you believers this proof, the Yellow Sign, which will protect you as you roam freely in that vortex of blood and grant you extraordinary power."

"Call my name, Hastur!"

Yellow marks gradually appeared on the foreheads of the believers, and they clasped their hands together and began to chant praises from the Nameless Scripture in their hearts.

The priest grew larger and larger under everyone's gaze, his body gradually being covered by a huge yellow robe.

The yellow robe covered his face and body, even his arms, while his lower body revealed countless huge and terrifying tentacles!

"Sing praises to the King in Yellow!" xN

As the red mist swept in, the priest flicked out several tentacles from the sleeves of his yellow robe to part the mist, instantly splitting the massive red mist in two!

Then, the priest locked onto the imposing figure directly within the Blood Mist.

"God of the Red Flow, we are all just a kind of higher-dimensional life form in the universe. Just because mortals cannot touch your dimension, you dare to call yourself a god. How arrogant is that?"

The priest's voice was unusually hoarse, like a rusty old bell, deep yet resonant.

Li Heng, the Lord of the Red Flow, was somewhat surprised to hear the priest's voice.

"I thought that once 009 was gone, Chaos would be left with only a handful of people, but I never expected that they would have such a hidden trick up their sleeve."

Have priests evolved?

Li Heng thought it was possible; the King in Yellow's physical strength had surpassed his own, and his spirit had also reached a level that was beyond his comprehension.

Although he hasn't reached the fifth rank yet, he's only one step away.

Li Heng waved his hand, and the red mist condensed into a vortex that swept towards the priest!

Upon seeing this, the priest raised his hand, and a yellow light shone forth, instantly condensing the red mist storm into a yellow crystal.

The priest has been studying the abilities of the two brothers, Li Heng and Li Yuan, for hundreds of years.

All his abilities were designed to target these two people; if it weren't for them, he would have had many more options.

But now, he only has this one option.

If 009 and Qin Leng really perish together, then the biggest trouble next will be neither the Dragon God's side nor 004, who is the Supreme Mother God.

The most troublesome being must be Li Yuan, the Old Ones of the ocean.

And Li Yuan's younger brother, Li Heng, who was the Lord of the Red Flow.

As for angels...

No matter how much the priest develops his abilities, he can hardly reach that level; angels are undoubtedly the strongest beings.

Upon seeing this scene, Li Heng whistled, and in an instant, countless Zombie Tree-man surged out densely from the red mist!

The priest raised his arms and said, "My power will protect you. Go forth and liberate those souls and lives enslaved by the red mist!"

"This is Holy War!"

Author's Note:

Thank you 'All for 009' for the generous donation and verification x1!