The council hall of the Papal Palace was brightly lit, and the long oak table was filled with bishops dressed in red robes.
Exhaustion was carved into everyone's faces. In the flickering candlelight, the lingering shadows deep in their eyes were reflected.
The Pope stood at the head of the table, heavily striking the floor with his scepter, producing a dull thud.
"Gentlemen, I have gathered you all here today for only one matter—Lord Xi Xi has returned, and we are going to declare war on the demons! We will take the initiative to attack, destroy the human farms they have built, and liberate our imprisoned compatriots!"
As soon as his voice fell, the council hall instantly exploded into an uproar.
"Declare war? Pope, are you crazy?!" A gray-haired bishop suddenly stood up, his voice trembling.
"We have organized so many crusades, and our entire armies were wiped out! Now we can barely even hold the barrier of the Holy Mountain, how could we possibly take the initiative to attack the demons?"
"That's right! The human farms are the core strongholds of the demons, and there are so many of them. We are simply no match for them!" another bishop immediately echoed.
"Once we anger the Demon King, we will all die!"
"I object! I absolutely do not agree to this suicidal plan! Hiding inside the barrier means we can at least live for a few more years, but taking the initiative to attack is a dead end!"
Voices of opposition rose one after another, growing increasingly fierce.
The disastrous defeats over the years had long worn away their spirit. The word demons was like a sharp sword hanging over their heads, making even their breathing fraught with fear.
They had absolutely no courage to resist.
"Quiet!" the Pope shouted sternly. "Gentlemen! Look at yourselves right now! You look like a bunch of terrified rats! Have you forgotten how the demons bathed our homeland in blood? Have you forgotten how our compatriots who were captured into the farms are treated like livestock by the demons?!"
"Pope, by hiding like this, we can at least stay alive! As long as we are alive, there is hope!" a shrill voice suddenly rang out.
Bishop Marcus stood up, crossing his arms. "Pope, we know all of what you just said! But so what? We can't beat the demons! Rather than dying for nothing, it's better to live one more day! Furthermore, what makes you think we can win this time?"
He turned his head to look at Ye Chuan standing in the shadows, his eyes full of distrust:
"He did indeed defeat three Demon Lords, but so what? The power of the Demon Lords is bestowed by the Demon King, and new Demon Lords can appear at any time! Not to mention there is an endless demon army! Can he alone defeat thousands upon thousands of demons?"
"He is just a madman who wants to send us to our deaths!"
"Nonsense!" Kalisia immediately stood out, her pink twin-tails swaying in anger.
"Lord Xi Xi is a good person! If it weren't for him, when the Demon Lord broke through the barrier last time, we would have died long ago!"
"What does a child know!" Marcus glared at Kalisia. "You are not worthy of speaking on such an occasion, mere daughter of the Storm Duke!"
Kalisia puffed her cheeks in anger.
"Oh?" Hearing them argue, Ye Chuan was not surprised at all, and slowly walked out from the shadows.
He didn't look at Marcus, but just stood there quietly.
An icy aura instantly permeated the entire council hall, and the originally noisy voices came to an abrupt halt.
All the bishops subconsciously shut their mouths, trembling all over, not even daring to raise their heads.
They would never forget that it was this seemingly ordinary young man who, with a single sword, beheaded three Demon Lords at the foot of the Holy Mountain.
Ye Chuan's gaze finally landed on Marcus, his voice calm and rippleless: "Sit down, and I will pretend you never said those words."
Marcus's body trembled violently, a trace of fear flashing across his face.
But he gritted his teeth and still braced himself to say, "I won't sit! I wasn't wrong! I can't watch everyone go to their deaths! I am doing this for the sake of the entire Holy Church! For the sake of all humanity that is still alive!"
Ye Chuan said lightly, "Dying a slow death while hiding inside the barrier, is this what you call doing it for the sake of humanity? Watching the demons grow stronger day by day, waiting for the Demon King to descend and turn us all into livestock in their farms, is this what you call surviving?"
"Let me tell you, now is our only chance." His voice suddenly raised, carrying an unquestionable coercion.
"Four Demon Lords have been killed by me. As long as I wish it, the Demon Lords are not a problem at all."
"Even so, you can't gamble with everyone's lives!" Marcus shouted loudly. "I will absolutely not let my people go to their deaths! If you want to go, go by yourselves!"
Saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.
A few bishops who were on good terms with him also stood up, wanting to leave together.
"I said just now, those who have objections can raise them."
Ye Chuan's voice sounded slowly, "But I didn't say that you could leave alive."
As his voice fell.
"Pfft— Pfft— Pfft—"
A series of muffled sounds rang out.
Marcus and the few bishops who followed him toward the door instantly stiffened.
Their eyes widened, their faces still carrying expressions of horror and disbelief.
The next second, their bodies seemed to be crushed by an invisible force, turning into countless tiny mists of blood and dissipating into the air.
Not even a single drop of blood splattered on the ground, and not a single trace of their souls remained.
The entire council hall fell into a deathly silence.
The remaining bishops slumped in their chairs, trembling all over like sieves, cold sweat soaking through their red robes.
They never imagined that Ye Chuan would actually dare to kill people on the Holy Mountain, and his method of killing was so terrifying. With just a single thought, he made several bishops completely disappear.
Ye Chuan withdrew his gaze and swept over the hall again.
"Who else has an objection?"
No one spoke.
All the bishops desperately shook their heads, burying their heads low, terrified that Ye Chuan would notice them.
"Very well." Ye Chuan nodded. "Since there are no objections, then we will execute according to my plan."
"First, all Holy Knight Orders are to assemble immediately and set out tomorrow morning to eradicate the human farms."
"Second, notify all human factions that are still resisting the demons to gather. Those who defy this order will be killed."
"Third, there is no need to leave troops behind on the Holy Mountain. I will lay down a barrier, and everyone else will march to war with me."
"This time, our goal is only one—to destroy the human farms. If anyone dares to feign compliance or flee from battle, Marcus will be your fate."
"Yes! We will strictly obey Lord Xi Xi's orders!"
All the bishops shouted in unison, their voices carrying unconcealable fear.
If it weren't for his divine sense being shrouded by that strange fog, Ye Chuan would have just summoned his clones and wiped out all those demons himself. It was precisely because his divine sense was blocked that he needed these people to scout the way and provide coordinates.
It didn't matter if they died; anyway, they could just be treated as nourishment for the birth of the Hero.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
