Chapter 731: Heading Toward Chaos in the Blood War
Many players shared news of the New Teleportation Point across the Forum, instantly drawing a massive influx of players. The number of players gathered around the Territorial Monument surged at a terrifying pace—within mere minutes, it had reached into the hundreds of thousands.
They wore all manner of bizarre outfits: some clad in armor studded with jagged spines, others cosplaying ridiculous characters for laughs, and a few even sprinting nude through the chaos. Crowds pressed tightly around the monument, a sea of bodies surging in every direction—so dense that a stampede erupted.
At that moment, players discovered something crucial: this land was beyond the reach of the Empire’s laws. They could attack one another freely, with no fear of rule enforcement.
The situation spiraled into utter chaos. Shouts of outrage, brawls, and furious curses filled the air—deafening, relentless, and utterly wild.
“Stop shoving!”
“Who the hell cast Thorn Spell on themselves? I brushed against them and lost half my health!”
“I can’t see a thing! Who cast Smoke Spell? Damn it, I hope your spell never works again!”
“Boom!”
A deafening explosion tore through the crowd—flames erupting like eyes of fire, red-hot shrapnel tearing through the air, thick black smoke billowing skyward. Dozens of players were sent flying.
Those caught at the epicenter were instantly vaporized, riddled with metal fragments. Survivors weren’t much better—charred skin, bleeding wounds, their clothes torn and scorched, utterly disheveled.
“It’s a hand grenade! Some idiot threw a hand grenade into the crowd! Grab him!”
“Got him—look, the one in the red long robe! Definitely Yuan Huan Xiu Hui’s madman!”
“Let’s take him down!”
Players surged forward, swarming the man in the red robe like a pack of wolves. Within seconds, they had him pinned to the ground.
“How should we deal with him?”
“Kill him. There’s no law here now!”
“Damn it, my gear was brand new—now it’s trash!”
Even though he was pinned, the player laughed wildly, unafraid. “Hahaha! I’ve wanted to do this for ages! Art is explosion, people! And remember this name—Jade-Faced Grenade King!”
With a roar, he yanked open his robe—and beneath it hung dozens of hand grenades, tightly packed.
As the robe split open, every grenade’s pin was yanked out in one motion, wisps of blue smoke curling from each.
“Madman!”
“He’s suicidal!”
The crowd recoiled in horror, screaming, scrambling to retreat—too late.
The dozens of high-yield fragmentation grenades detonated in a single, cataclysmic blast.
“BOOM!”
A colossal explosion ripped through the air. Hundreds were consumed instantly. A towering dust cloud erupted into the sky. The shockwave surged outward, blasting players hundreds of meters away like ragdolls.
Thick, spine-tingling smoke choked the air. On the scorched earth, a massive blackened pit yawned open—riddled with shattered shrapnel, charred remains, and the tattered, burned fragments of clothing.
“What’s going on?”
“I heard someone from Yuan Huan Xiu Hui self-destructed.”
“Holy crap… looks kinda fun. Should we do the same?”
“Yeah! There’s a bastard who stole my pet two days ago—he’s around here somewhere. Let’s go settle the score!”
That was the nature of players. When one sparked chaos, and no one stood to stop them, everyone rushed to follow—no reason, no logic, just pure, unfiltered thrill.
What began as isolated madness soon grew into a full-scale uprising—spreading, escalating, consuming everything.
Once they realized they could attack each other freely, this land plunged into total anarchy. A massive, chaotic war erupted across the wasteland.
Spells flared like fireworks, artillery roared through the sky, bullets, shells, and energy beams crisscrossed the air. Players engaged in brutal close-quarters combat—fists flying, every strike aimed at vital organs, merciless, relentless, all driven by the single goal: killing.
Great Guilds began coordinated assaults. Even longtime rivals—solo players who’d hated each other for years—now slaughtered one another with grim satisfaction, settling old scores in a brutal, no-holds-barred fashion.
“You think you can escape after attacking our Shaolin Temple?”
“Boom!”
A monk player, seemingly gentle and serene, suddenly unleashed a devastating punch—cracking the skull of a fleeing thief mid-dash. Blood splattered across his face.
Others noticed a nearby garrison of the Hell Legion, pointing toward the demonic soldiers.
“Look! What’s that? Looks like Hell’s army!”
“Red skin, horns on their heads—they’re definitely devils!”
“Are they our enemy? Is this part of the quest—Capture the Bronze Fortress, conquer Avernus?”
“Perfect! Another war!”
Battle enthusiasts were already fired up, fists clenched, ready to charge into battle.
“Wow, this is amazing! I wanna raise a tiny devil as a pet—my battle partner!”
“Me too! I want a Desire Demon as my pet, fighting side by side with her—hehehe.”
“Is your pet even real?”
“…”
“How many experience points would we get if we wiped out all these devils?”
The devils watched the chaos with tense, fearful eyes. Sweat dripped from their brows, though they couldn’t help it.
Are these our relief forces? The Undying Army?
They’re a bunch of... madmen.
Yeah, they’re actually thinking of attacking us. Are these humans even reliable?
No way am I fighting alongside them. Who knows if one of these madmen will suddenly self-destruct.
Whispers passed among the devils. They watched the players with caution, on guard, ready to strike at any moment.
The devils of the Nine Hells were no strangers to hatred, betrayal, and silent warfare—everyday affairs, hidden daggers beneath polite smiles. But even their eternal feuds paled in comparison to the sheer, unbridled savagery unfolding before them.
These humans—though they wore flesh like their own—behaved like beings of absolute chaos, trampling lives like grass and ash. If not for the absence of Abyssal aura, the devils might have mistaken them for demons in disguise.
Even Bair glanced sideways at Kai Xiusu, voice low and strange.
“King Kai Xiusu… is this really the million-strong relief force you promised? Are you certain they won’t destroy themselves before the Blood War even begins?”
“Of course not,” Kai Xiusu replied, a faint smile on his lips, though inwardly he was exasperated. “They are the most loyal and courageous of the Imperial soldiers. Trust me—when the time comes, they’ll unleash strength that even I find astonishing.”
Bair stared again at the players, now slaughtering one another in a frenzy, trying to find the qualities Kai Xiusu spoke of—but found only silence.
He’d fought alongside these “soulless ones” before. They were bold, unpredictable, but obedient and efficient. Yet these players? All they did was tear each other apart.
So what were they even here for? A joke? Or… was this another conspiracy by the Emperor of the Ashen Flame—burying demon-like beings deep within Hell?
“Boom!”
Another explosion tore through the crowd. A player hurled a bomb into the densest throng, killing dozens in an instant.
Kai Xiusu said nothing. He just chuckled dryly.
The Red Dragon spread its vast wings, unleashing a scorching hurricane that roared across the battlefield. Then, with a mighty leap, it soared into the sky—rising to an overwhelming height, its gaze sweeping over the entire horde.
Its golden vertical pupils flickered with an unearthly light, radiating supreme dignity. The dragon’s presence alone was enough to command submission. Even the players paused, stunned, turning their heads in unison to gaze upward at the heavens.
“I can’t move—I’m stuck in forced CG again.”
“Damn it, I was so close to killing that bastard who stole my gear.”
“Unreal… Emperor Kai really does have cinematic cutscenes. Wait—no, he’s a male dragon, not a man.”
Kai Xiusu scanned the sea of players with piercing eyes. Slowly, he spread his wings and opened his bloody maw, thundering out a voice like rolling thunder:
“My faithful subjects—know this: the Empire and the Abyss share a sea of blood. That filthy, abhorrent scum once invaded our lands—driven back by our valiant warriors. Now, they seek to invade Avernus, to claim dominion over Hell itself! I have said before: we shall battle demons across the wastelands, mountains, skies, oceans—even beyond this realm.
Now, we step into the endless Blood War—a war that has raged for millennia. We will stand alongside the devils of Avernus, becoming the new masters of this ancient battlefield.
Demons—filthy worms, twisted abominations—belong only in the darkest corners of the cosmos! Drive them back into the Abyss!”
“For the Empire!”
“Drive the demons back into the Abyss!”
Hundreds of thousands of players erupted in euphoric cheers, arms raised, voices rising like waves—each desperate to earn favor in the eyes of their supreme commander.
As Kai Xiusu finished speaking, every player’s character sheet flashed with new quest information.
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[Main Quest: Blood War]
Duration: Infinite!
- The war between devils and demons has raged for hundreds of thousands of years. No one knows when it began, nor when it will end—perhaps not until the end of the universe itself.
- These two fiendish factions slaughter each other endlessly across battlefields throughout the multiverse—from Avernus to the Vast Abyss Plain, never ceasing.
- Most believe the Blood War is a cosmic catastrophe, the physical manifestation of chaos warring against order in the shadowed depths of existence.
- Now, the Emperor of the Ashen Flame has forged an alliance with the Temporary Lord of Avernus, Bair. Together, you shall resist the Abyssal Legion’s invasion, confront the Stellarfallen, and fight alongside devils in this grand, eternal war.
- Heroes, for the Empire—and for the ultimate order of the cosmos—drive the demons back into the Abyss!
Mission Objective: Hold Avernus. Kill demons. Secure victory in the Blood War.
Quest Reward:
- Based on demon strength and contribution to defending Avernus, players will earn Faction Contribution, gold coins, and Battle Merit.
- Battle Merit can be exchanged for pacts, granting summoning power over hellish demons.
- If a guild performs exceptionally well, it will receive Institutional Contribution based on ranking, elevating its status within the Empire’s hierarchy.
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“Wait… this is the evolution of the Kill Demons main quest?”
“Not again?!”
“An infinite quest? This place is a leveling paradise! So many demons—how much XP can we get?!”
“I can get a pact from Hell—Desire Demon, I’m coming for you!”
“Blood War—YES!”
“Hahaha! We’re finally part of a multiversal-scale event!”
Veterans of the Abyssal War gasped in delight. The rewards were immense—massive XP, rare gear, and invaluable combat experience. Far better than grinding as faceless slaves in the Empire’s inner machinery.
Guild members stared at the Institutional Contribution reward with gleaming eyes. Elite guilds made grim declarations: “We will win at all costs.” Orders were issued—death or victory, no retreat.
In the Empire’s rigid hierarchy, the gap between ranks was vast. Rising in status meant instant growth—priority access, exclusive privileges, and life-changing benefits for every member.
“Long live the Empire!”
“Hahaha! Perfect! Blood War—long live!”
Players screamed in euphoria, energized by the promise of immediate rewards. No one wasted time on pointless brawls anymore. All focused on preparing for war.
“Stop fighting! Time to work!”
Just moments ago, players had been hacking each other to pieces, wounds bleeding, hatred burning. Now, they embraced—cooperating, digging trenches, building fortifications, hauling weapons and ammunition. They worked with frenzied efficiency—unrecognizable from the madmen they’d been seconds before.
After the quest was issued, player numbers kept soaring. Within minutes, they exceeded a million.
Even the devils were stunned—speechless, bewildered.
“By the Lord of the Nine Hells… are these the same madmen?”
“Did we all just fall under an illusion?”
Even the ancient demon Bair twitched at the corner of his mouth, utterly dumbfounded.
But then—something even more shocking happened.
A ripple tore through space.
A massive aerospace airship, over a hundred meters long, descended from the sky above Avernus. Its shadow swallowed the land, casting darkness over thousands.
“That’s…”
A colossal metallic cloud ladder descended from the ship’s side. Dignified humanoid automatons—tall, imposing—marched out, followed by supply vehicles and machinery. Packed with logistical gear, they streamed down the ladder and onto the ground.
“Hurry! This quest is urgent! The Mechanical Cult must claim first place!”
“Second and third squads—build fortresses, transport supplies! We’ll take the frontline!”
Under the relentless, round-the-clock effort of the Mechanical Divinity’s construction crews, countless small bastions sprouted like mushrooms after rain along the frontlines. And within days, a towering steel citadel rose from the earth.
In just a few days, the once-empty zone transformed—rows of buildings sprouted, surrounded by high walls. A city began to take shape.
This was the true meaning of Imperial Speed.
(End of Chapter)
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