Chapter 609: New Game Flash?

The negotiations with the Continent of Immortal Relics naturally broke down; with lives already taken, there was no longer any purpose in continuing the talks.

"A bunch of scrubs? Don't come back again?" Those within the Cathedral of St. Heinz looked at one another in mutual dismay.

Almost in that single instant, they all felt a collective impulse to hack someone to pieces.

Anyone could see the astonishment and the utterly indescribable, complex emotions written in the eyes of the others.

Could they not understand? No, for those who had attained the Saint Stage, most languages did not even require the self-preparation of a Language Enlightenment Spell to be comprehended, let alone when the context made it blindingly obvious even to a fool.

"This damned, arrogant savage!"

"I have never seen such a conceited, insolent fellow!"

"Who does he think he is?"

"Damn it, who can teach him a lesson?!"

The entire grand hall descended into a clamorous uproar.

At this moment, even those seated in the absolute front—like Hermatton, the "World Mage," whose status was exceptionally high even among the Saint Stage—spoke up: "These people are indeed somewhat arrogant."

"However... it is only natural, considering they do not know the name of His Eminence St. Heinz, nor do they know the names of any of you present here."

The moment he said this, it prompted quite a few people to nod in agreement.

After all, it wasn't as if they could follow the projection spell across space to strike him, could they?

"He certainly speaks with grand bravado," a middle-aged man in golden armor spoke up. "If these words had come from the mouth of Her Highness the Princess, or from Their Eminences St. Heinz and St. Hermatton, I suppose I would have no choice but to accept them. But a mere savage... Hmph!"

"Heh..." The crowned woman gave a gentle yawn, speaking with a touch of laziness, "Though it was somewhat unexpected, this war provided by Your Eminence Heinz is actually quite amusing."

"If the battlefield were entirely unchanging, it would truly be too tedious."

"Your Highness speaks the truth." St. Heinz was clearly suppressing a raging fire; it seemed he had never been as furious as he was at this moment, yet none of it was shown on his face.

It was not until all the projections within the hall faded and departed that his expression turned completely ashen.

He looked precisely like a volcano that had slumbered for ten thousand years, poised on the very brink of eruption.

"My Lord... what should we do next?" the white-robed old man beside him asked respectfully.

"The two families of 'Thorn Flower' and 'Flamboyant Bird' were conceited and negligent in their duties. Because of their malpractice, the entire war has proceeded smoothly; deal with them immediately!" St. Heinz's cold voice echoed through the grand hall.

Naturally, it was only "not smoothly." As for the actual outcome of this war...

Such matters would certainly not be brought up for discussion.

"Then what about Karl and the others..." the old man inquired further.

"The men have already been rescued! Do not mention this matter again in the future. Promote the news about the new Mystic Realm more heavily instead."

"Yes!" The old man naturally knew what to do.

He turned and instructed a nearby attendant, "Tell that fellow Luther to keep a low profile lately as well."

He believed that before long, people would forget all about this incident.

...

Whether it was for an Elven girl like Sera, for Kingdom Knights of the Golden Gryphon Knights like Helen and Commander Evan, or for a common mercenary like Greatsword Cret, a cross-continental war was something far beyond their reach.

Such affairs might become casual gossip over tea after their meals, but they would absolutely never become the main theme of their lives.

To them, such projections were just like those chivalric novels that sounded infinitely far away.

At most, they would exchange a few thoughts with one another.

"I really envy the people living there... to be able to fly while standing on swords, and even grow bird-like wings made of swords, as well as light-like spells that can heal any injury. It really is a magical, romantic, and elegant place!" The Elven girl Sera sat on a bench in the square, gazing up at the sky. A few white doves settled on the backrest of the bench, and one even fluttered down to hop into her lap.

As the evening sun began to set, she finally enjoyed a rare moment of rest.

"Don't you think so, Miss Helen?"

"I think the words they spoke carry great philosophy." Helen nodded, mimicking Nalan Hongwu's previous dialogue with a deadpan solemnity, "Only with sincerity of heart and righteousness of mind can one reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship!"

"That truly is a master of the sword!" Sera exclaimed in admiration. "Defeating an opponent an entire tier higher using only a single strike—it really is unimaginable!"

"And those few people who dared to challenge the 'God Punisher' Castigatus, they truly are brave individuals!" Helen's enthusiasm was also aroused at this point.

"Are you talking about that madman? He was terrifying!" Sera covered her small mouth. "Several times I worried whether he would fail to hold on and die. It really is beyond imagination..."

...

At this very moment, in the Origin Mall shop.

Far away on another continent, the "warrior" the two girls were talking about was currently being carried.

Two men from the Western Polar Region were carrying a specially made chair, slowly walking toward the internet cafe.

Right now, this "warrior" was wrapped entirely in snow-white bandages, with almost nothing but a pair of eyes exposed to the outside.

Just then, the three-member cleaning squad carrying brooms walked out from the shop.

They shouted, "There are only the last three seats left! If you want one, hurry up!"

"Ah—!" The bandage-wrapped man bound from head to toe immediately roared, "Hurry! Hurry! If we don't move faster, we won't make it!"

The two Western Polar Region men carrying the chair instantly bolted forward in a frantic, bumpy sprint.

Crack!

Crack!

His two arms were jolted twice by the heavy bounces, flipping directly backward.

Behind them, Ibori's face twitched: "Oh no, the bones broke again..."

"Can't we use a spell to restore them..."

"Too many times. It seems... it doesn't really work well for the time being..."

"Ahhh!"

A burst of miserable wailing ensued.

Upon entering the shop, they only saw a white-robed fairy plop down into the very last seat.

"A thousand years for this one return..." she sang softly to herself as she began watching her drama.

"..."

"Ah—!" A scream like a slaughtered pig echoed.

...

For the players in the shops of Origin Mall, Jiuhua City, and Half-City, this war did not seem to have caused much of an impact on their lives either.

Those who needed to cultivate cultivated, those who needed to grind the Abyss ground the Abyss, and everyone did what they usually did. Everything remained exactly the same as always.

At most, during leisure hours in the taverns...

"Daoist brother, you may not know this, but a few of us are heroes who saved the entire continent from a great catastrophe...!" Several grey-robed cultivators proudly spoke while pouring wine for themselves.

"Oh ho, what a coincidence. I also saved the continent from a great catastrophe a couple of days ago... Which Dharma Vessel did you fellow Daoists ride on?"

"..."

Therefore, for a matter of such monumental scale, there wasn't even a proper place to boast about it to others.

The new shop was unlike any of its predecessors; to the people of this city, the game within was merely a more meticulously crafted mystic realm. Whether it was the elves, like Sera, who stumbled upon the place by chance, the youths like Joseph and Xi drawn in by pure curiosity, or even those like Helen who came with a distinct purpose, a steady stream of new players crossed the threshold each day.

And it was at this very moment that they suddenly noticed a flurry of notifications flashing within the game.

In the group chat, a forum link had been shared. Upon clicking it open, they were greeted by a headline: "New Game Flash?"

"Assassin's Creed?"

To their surprise, this game actually featured a promotional CG trailer!

Only... an assassin?

Many found themselves frowning involuntarily.

At this point, even the veterans from the old shop were somewhat bewildered: what on earth was this new thing?

Furthermore...

If you're going to release something, just release the game... putting this out only leaves us watching it without being able to play...

The most infuriating part was that, despite themselves, they still couldn't resist clicking it to watch.