I am a reincarnation player.

Don't forget, the mission of all players is to defeat Him.

boom--

The lightning exploded directly on the ground, forming a ferocious giant. The Witch God had been forced into a desperate situation. He could not gamble, and there was no need to gamble. Every time he eliminated one more player, his hope of survival would increase by one point, and the first to bear the brunt were the two judges.

The full force of his authority was unleashed, and the roar sounded more like the sound of a chess piece falling to Ulquiorra's ears.

General!

.......

General.

Yuki stood on the top of the palace, looking at the distant area shrouded in rolling black fog. He had already dealt with the Crystal Mage, and it was not him who entered the mausoleum.

I believe in Kento Nanami's ability. He can't make any mistakes wearing the Fool's Mask.

Yuki believes in the Evil Extermination Team, and the Evil Extermination Team also believes in Yuki, but in his opinion, there is no need for the Flame Pillar to act like he is going to die, and there is no need for Yomi to hand over his treasured photos to him.

Gambling is also reliable. You only need to put yourself in the other person's shoes and you will know which side the witch god will choose.

"We were beaten to a pulp before, but now His home advantage has expanded. So in the eyes of the Sorcerer God, we are 'known' to be able to deal with."

"But these players outside are different. Most of them have never faced each other directly, especially the two judges who haven't used their full strength. They are an extremely dangerous 'unknown'."

"It's not difficult for the Witch God to decide between the known and the unknown."

Philen held his breath and felt a chill when he heard this explanation. This was a psychological game, and it was really terrifying.

"Do you know Him?"

"I don't need to know him, but the one who knows the old bitch best is always the old bitch. Don't run away, I won't plot against you." Yuki saw the disbelief in the round-faced girl's eyes and shrugged. "The curtain has been drawn. Don't expect both sides to die together. I just want to weaken them to a reasonable level."

Yuki never thought of killing someone with a borrowed knife, he just wanted to be the one who reaps the benefits.

"Rita, it's your turn. The Witch God will use all his strength and won't have much to spare to deal with you. Mr. Bradley and the others are also ready."

"Yes, Mr. Li, it would be great if you could come to this world earlier." The girl smiled, a sweet and reluctant smile. She took a few steps back, then came back, lifted her skirt, and knelt down.

"So, goodbye."

Philen's mouth moved, but she didn't say anything in the end. This was the soulless man's mission, and she had no right to interfere.

Looking at the man's back, it was only then that she could see the entire chess game clearly.

During this time, the war orphans and the soulless will be responsible for cutting off the three corridor bridges, and the evil-fighting team will immediately withdraw from the mausoleum. The Witch God has made a wrong bet after all.

Even if he repelled the Judge and the others, he would have no chance of winning. Yuki would use the "one gains, the other loses" strategy to the fullest.

The main forces gathered together, cutting off the corridor bridge and setting the mausoleum on fire simultaneously. A series of combined punches were launched, coupled with the consumption of two judges. Even the epic figures who were high above had to be pulled down.

"When will we launch the general attack?" Philen actually felt eager to try, completely forgetting the embarrassment he felt when he first entered the mausoleum.

"Why are you in such a hurry? They're fighting excitingly. Just enjoy the show." Yuki nodded forward. The giant forest in the distance was constantly being torn apart by beams of light or explosions.

If players want to survive, they must fight off the Witch God with all their might.

The Witch God wanted to weaken the attackers as quickly as possible, but he didn't forget that there were still players who hadn't joined the battle. The more intense the resistance, the more fatal the blow would be, so as to weaken the enemy's overall combat power as quickly as possible.

Yuki's red eyes reflected various energy particles, as gorgeous as gems, and he slowly raised his hand.

Fight, struggle, anyway——

You all must die.

Chapter 6: Because, I am Taiyi! (K)

Yuuki had personally experienced how difficult the Forest of Elves was.

Within the domain, all living things will mutate. If you are not careful, your body will be covered with flesh-eating mushrooms, and you will be eaten alive.

Nothing can be seen. The demon's vision can only see a pile of rolling energy. Because it is too thick, it looks more like a large solid mass. Only occasionally will the player's energy leak out.

The witch god is serious about it, and he must also be serious about it.

Yuuki, who should have been killed by both sides, stood in the distance, eating the POCKY he got from Isayama Yomi.

"It's really fun to eat melons and watch the show."

Yuki wiped the crumbs from the corner of his mouth, looked at his watch again, and smiled devilishly.

You are all big guys, I don’t have time to play with you slowly, it’s time to add fuel to the fire.

"Hiyori, is everyone in place?"

"Well, a new fog has risen, enough to protect Miss Huangquan and the others. Mr. Bradley, Miss Violet, and Father Andrew are also ready. Under their protection, the 217 Soulless will simultaneously cut off the three covered bridges."

Except for the Soulless who are performing cover missions in the city, everyone else will break the bridge under Rita's leadership, because Yuuki and Hiyori are not supercomputers and can only make some guesses.

70 Soulless should be enough for each bridge, and the time should be no less than ten minutes.

"Gather at the designated location, enter the mausoleum, and proceed as planned."

"Well, be careful. Once the bridge begins to break, the witch god will sense it."

The Broken Bridge is essentially a super-large purification ritual. The witch god can certainly sense it, but Yuki wants to alert the enemy.

The Soulless's purification is lightless and colorless, so players cannot sense it, and they will still attack in a planned manner. However, the Sorcerer God will become furious and will explode at all costs, trying to cause maximum damage.

This is the explosion I want.

Yuki sat cross-legged and turned his head to look outside the city. He could not see anything unusual with the naked eye, but if he switched to the devil's vision, he could see three huge tornadoes emerging at the end of the horizon.

The black "dust" was swept away, and more than two hundred soulless people split their souls together and crushed all the collected soul crystals. This would extend the drama of war orphans.

They did not participate in the search, but went to clean up the battlefield. As professionals, they picked out the soul crystals obtained by the wizards, making up for quality with quantity.

This is the wail of death.

Yuuki had already seen the consequences of forcibly splitting a soul in a short period of time on Kiss. ​​Pure souls annihilated one after another, spreading their power like dandelions.

This is a battle cry that has lasted for seven thousand years.

Yuki's fingers moved slightly. He heard a lot of background stories from Hiyori. The heroes of the Red Earth Continent fought side by side with their descendants, and the struggle that would last for seven thousand years, the unleashing of blood, tears and will.

The natives are weak and without the power of the witch god, any extraordinary player can slaughter Rita and others.

They are also very strong, able to make a mission last for thousands of years and survive countless collapses that wiped out the entire army.

"Like a moth to a flame, the smallest and most powerless being blows the horn of war. Do you hear it?"

boom! !

As Yuki turned his head, he saw a giant pillar of light rising from the ground. It penetrated the forest, rushed into the sky, broke through the sky, and sank into deep space.

The city was shaking, majestic palaces collapsed before the eyes, the earth cracked, forming countless giant cracks hundreds of meters long, and clouds poured in from the cracks, forming a misty wall of fog.

No one knew how thick the giant island was, but as the main body of the Tower of the Witch God, the lower six layers were directly blasted open, instantly tearing apart the forest created by power.

What a terrifying power! One strike could shatter the continent.

Yuki raised his hands to shield his face. This was a level he had never seen before. It was a collision of all-out attacks from both sides. In the center of the explosion, any player below the monster level would be annihilated.

The second sun rose, releasing intense light and heat, as if a dozen Tsar nuclear bombs were detonated simultaneously and did not go out for a long time.

This power made his muscles tremble, and the Witch God was undoubtedly anxious. Putting himself in his shoes, this was like sending some players to entangle him while others attacked his home. Without the advantage of home court, even if he killed all the players in front of him, how would he deal with the rest?

"It's okay if you're anxious." Yuki took a breath, savoring the taste of 'destruction'. This kind of power would kill him even if he upgraded his vital points to the maximum, and there would be no chance for the regeneration tail to be repaired.

What a pity that such a powerful blow didn't hit me.

He drew his knife with a smile, guessing how much the two sides would have to pay.

"Okay, let's eliminate one party first."

......

Huge potholes and countless cracks.

There would be no living creatures within ten kilometers of the explosion center, and those huge and sturdy palaces would not even be able to become ruins.

In the physical sense, everything will be reduced to ashes. No, the ashes will be rolled into nothingness by energy particles.

Cracks covered Ulquiorra's body, and the bat wings behind him looked like tattered rags. He looked around but couldn't see a single living creature.

Two Monster IV Judge players used their strongest items and skills to collide with the Witch God with all their might. Any player below Monster level didn't even qualify to exist.

They are all dead.

The devilish young man tilted his head, his ears still buzzing. Looking back at the previous battle, the smell of conspiracy was still strong.

Neither side used their full strength at the beginning, and the Judge did not want to fight the Witch God to death, so he deliberately used the lives of other players to delay time.

The Witch God had already discovered that something was wrong. He killed several players in a row, and the two strongest players seemed indifferent. The possibility of dialogue was rapidly increasing, and the misunderstanding would eventually be cleared up.

But at this moment, the witch god lost his patience.

"Something must have happened in his lair. Just like before, there was no chance to think carefully, and a hasty decision had to be made."

Whoever is behind everything must be the target.

"So cruel and vicious that he actually wants us both to suffer losses." Ulquiorra muttered, looked at himself and smiled bitterly.

He did it. Both sides paid a heavy price for the all-out confrontation. His level 6 defensive item was shattered, and he used his body to withstand the attack of the Witch God. If the latter had not been busy leaving, he would have died.

How did they do that? Why would the players in the Tower of War obey orders? Especially the Thorn Rose, it was more like a camp.

Ulquiorra couldn't understand it at all. This went against the player's instinct and the game's settings. Moreover, the two sides cooperated very well, and he was deceived even though he was so cautious.

"They must be communicating in real time. What kind of communication tool is this, and I have no idea about it?"

He bent down and picked up a white embryo. It was Deidara's origin after his self-destruction, and it had to return to wake him up.

His companions suffered heavy losses and were returned to the pre-liberation era overnight. Ulquiorra didn't care about this. He reached his hand directly into the embryo and pulled out something like a fax machine.

The information must be sent back, and this "hyperspace fax machine" can transmit messages across copies, but the result makes him despair.

The cooldown period was still half an hour, and I was running out of time.

He turned his head slightly stiffly, and on the lava-like ground, a blond young man suddenly appeared behind him. The hot wind of hundreds of degrees blew up his black windbreaker, and his leisurely appearance formed a sharp contrast with his own embarrassment.

Using the cover of energy turbulence to interfere with detection, he came directly to my side. Is this even taken into account?

The corners of Ulquiorra's mouth twitched, labeling his target as decisive in addition to being vicious and cruel. He sighed and slowly turned around.

This was the first official meeting between the two parties, but the air was filled with inexplicable irony. It had been ten days since they entered the dungeon, and they were only now facing their target.

The judge was in a state of disarray, covered in wounds, while the one being judged was neatly dressed and at ease. This—

Who is judging whom?

A thousand emotions surged up in Ulquiorra, who was not good at speaking. After a few seconds, he finally managed to say: "Good trick."

"Thank you."

Yuuki knew the character of this Espada, which was the highest compliment, and sighed that Ulquiorra was worthy of being the most popular among the Espadas.

With a heart as hard as steel, he neither wavered nor became angry. He accepted his fate calmly and would do his utmost to make a final struggle.

Then I'll give you a ride.

Yuki drew his sword, and with the sound of friction between the blade and the handle, the black night unfolded, and the space was peeled off in just a moment.

The realm unfolds. The furnace of night.

Ulquiorra did not escape, or rather, when Yuuki got close to him, he had no chance of escaping.

He found himself standing in a sea of ​​corpses and blood. Looking up and around, he saw no boundaries.

Overhead was a rolling crimson sky, like dusk, countless corpses were rushing towards the end of the horizon, and the blood underfoot was not even above the ankles.

Invisible fear is spreading, and each hideous corpse tells the truth of death.

Bloody, terrifying, lonely, this is a deliberately created scene.

"As expected of Taichi, even in fragments, there's a strong sense of oppression."

Fragments? That's a very reasonable Dihua, I accept this setting.

Yuki's eyes flickered, neither denying nor admitting, he raised the blade: "Do you feel aggrieved?"

"No, strength and wisdom are inherently equal. It's even more commendable to defeat the strong with the weak." Ulquiorra remained expressionless. He raised his hand, and the two lightsabers gathered in his palm. "Anything else you want to ask? I may not be able to answer."

"Is Aizen Sosuke your boss?" Yuki suddenly asked, and this question caught everyone off guard.

Even though Yuki appeared quietly behind him, Ulquiorra, who remained expressionless, narrowed his eyes, as if wondering how this person knew the Grand Inquisitor's true name, but after a while, he accepted it calmly.