To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

“So, the divine strategist set up the Eighteen Array of Capital Heaven, scattering the generals far and wide, lighting the Kongming lanterns in every nation to obscure the divine general’s destiny, and ultimately slaying him. Instantly, everyone cheered, their voices shaking the sky.”

Watching the First Under Heaven storyteller’s explanation, players cheered him on and remarked that it was quite interesting; the combination of storybooks and advanced skills seemed thrilling, so they eagerly awaited more updates, losing sleep at night.

Some who knew Tang Mo commented he should learn a thing or two; what was that historical text he was writing?

In response, Tang Mo took note of their IDs, decided to add a Clown jumping over beams, the kind that dies a miserable death, later in his novel.

No, it would be a group of them.

The front-line battles had been quite successful, with the traitor Qiu Yu’s cooperation; they had nearly full insight into the enemy’s movements.

Add to that the fact that various First Under Heaven titles around Da Liang had been usurped, the enemy’s strength was considerably weakened, and many players were already checking which First Under Heaven titles weren’t in their faction, aiming to targetedly eliminate those holders.

The nefarious players of the Morals Aid Group continued their actions, committing all kinds of evil, searching for ways to upgrade their skill levels, and helping players continue to capture titles.

Just as the Lantern Festival was about to end, the players finally reached the front of Da Liang’s Imperial City.

Thanks to the Frog Jumping Tactic, fighting was still raging in the rear, but the vanguard troops had already reached the base of the Imperial City walls.

The towering walls soared into the clouds; the capital still held the jubilation of the New Year, with red lanterns hanging on the city gates not yet taken down, reminding players that they had celebrated Spring Festival here not long ago, setting off fireworks on top of these very walls.

But now, atop the walls stood only elite Guard Army clad in golden armor, crossbowmen ready to unleash their bolts, staring coldly at the players below.

Looking at these Guard Army, the players felt quite nostalgic.

Not long ago, they had thought the strength of these Soldiers unfathomable, and it might take ages before they could surpass them.

However, as one after another tactic was discovered, these Soldiers, while still formidable, seemed within reach, no longer as unattainably high as before.

Although the Soldiers were powerful, what drew the most attention was the person standing at the city gate.

He had flags inserted all over his back and appeared as if he had just stepped down from the stage, an old General.

Balancing on one leg, he stood in front of the city gate, unflinching in the face of the player army, still standing dignified in his place.

Before the players could understand his intent, a chip on his forehead flashed a bright light, causing his physique to change drastically.

The originally slender body became rugged, muscles emerging from nowhere, and in an instant, he swelled into a three-meter-tall giant.

This was the Joker’s advanced skill, a result of reaching level 50 in acting. Able to perfectly mimic anyone originally, he now also possessed Perfect Imitation, directly bolstering his own abilities with those of the person he was imitating, making his on-paper stats even stronger than the original.

Exhaling a breath of white air, he looked at the crowd before him and spoke in gentle, feminine tones,

“Who wants to die?”

Within the group of players, two flashes of white light appeared, one after the other, striking, piercing the Joker’s chest, leaving behind two mosaic-filled holes.

The Monkey and the First Under Heaven Swordsman looked at each other and then simultaneously shouted, “I made a move, why are you joining in the commotion!”

The First Under Heaven Joker couldn’t believe his own chest had been pierced like that.

But he reacted swiftly, the next second mimicking a player with a level 400 self-healing ability, and his wounds instantly healed.

Clutching his chest, he stared angrily at the people in front of him, finally realizing the kind of monsters Zhao Qin’s order had provoked.

No matter, he had another trick up his sleeve.

Fixing his gaze on the First Under Heaven Swordsman among the crowd, his figure began to change, ultimately transforming into the likeness of the First Under Heaven Swordsman.

“Come on!”

With a low shout, a beam of sword light flew out from the Imperial City, landing in his hands.

Though it was just a phantom, the mere shadow alone conveyed an indomitable sharpness and a chilling murderous intent.

It seemed to be merely a shadow left by a Divine Artifact in the world, but even this shadow carried a frightening edge, unimaginable how splendid the actual artifact itself must be.

Looking at the phantom, the players present all felt a chill at their necks, as if in the next second they would be beheaded by the sword light, meeting a violent death.

The Monkey and the First Under Heaven Swordsman also looked stern.

No longer concerned with who struck first, nor seeking any fairness, they charged towards the Joker, quickly entangling in close combat.

From the outside, one could only see the sword light swirling within, cold flashes pouring out like a snowstorm, each point brimming with endless lethality.

“Holy crap, these NPCs in the game are fierce,” one player couldn’t help exclaiming.

“Just fierce is an understatement; that Joker seems pretty fierce too.”