The Boss Behind The Game

Chapter 245: We Are Warlike People And We Do Not Fear Death (Part 3)

Fenshui the Ghost King got a shock upon getting questioned.

“Your Majesty, I’ve investigated a few sealed locations and I realized that the seals were all sabotaged. These disasters are not coincidental, there is someone behind them!”

Yuanxu’s expression turned ghastly upon hearing that.

He could not believe that someone was already thinking of holding him back although he was only released from prison a short while ago.

The first person who came to Yuanxu’s mind was Cangxu himself, the one who defeated him and took the throne away from him.

Yuanxu subsequently disagreed with himself internally as the thought was far too unrealistic.

He was fully aware that Cangxu was long dead and his soul had already crossed the Bridge of Forgetfulness. It would be impossible for him to return.

After all, Cangxu was going against heaven. The gods in heaven would never let him off easily unless he was dead.

However, Yuanxu could not think of anyone else who would obstruct him in the dark other than Cangxu.

It had been hundreds of thousands of years and all his enemies were already gone. Even his biggest threat was also gone now. It would be impossible for him to have any enemies left.

Yuanxu was even certain that the throne was going to be his after understanding the situation in the Land of Cangxu these days.

“Your Majesty, there’s one more thing. I found out that the demonic thought of the Evil Demon God was born!” Fenshui the Ghost King voiced again.

“What?” Yuanxu’s face tensed when he heard that.

The Evil Demon God was within the Top 100 on the Underworld God List and his powers surpassed the Ancient God realm. He was also the original founder of this large domain. Therefore, Yuanxu had a bad hunch when he found out that his demonic thought was reborn.

“What is he doing right now?”

“He is recruiting and expanding his forces. His aim is very clear!” Fenshui replied with sorrow.

“He is just a strand of demonic thought. How dare he compete for the throne with me? He is biting off more than he can chew!” Yuanxu spoke dryly.

“But Your Majesty, this demonic thought is left by the Evil Demon God before he attains divinity so he must be at the Ghost Emperor level at the least. What’s worse, he can be considered as undead or the first king would have decided to destroy him instead of just placing a seal on him. I’m afraid that he must be very difficult to deal with!”

“I’ll place a seal on him again then. How dare he fight me? He will regret this!”

A cold light flashed within Yuanxu’s eyes. He then proceeded to the direction of his new palace being built.

Seeing that, his subordinates gave each other worried looks.

They were willing to serve Yuanxu not just because they were fearful of his great powers, but they also saw Yuanxu as their pillar of support and they intended to develop themselves under his leadership.

However, everything was going out of their expectations. Their stable operation of unifying the Land of Cangxu was facing many unforeseen circumstances.

They felt lost as they were unsure of what to do under these states of affairs.

After all, if the Evil King really had the ability to build a force, they had to participate in his wars too since they were his subordinates.

They were not worried about the wars. They were only concerned that they might not obtain any benefits after surrendering themselves to Yuanxu. Risking their subordinates and their own lives for Yuanxu to fight for the throne didn’t seem worth it at all.

After all, wars would cause deaths!

Even if they were a huge clan, getting demolished in a large-scale war would not be totally inevitable.

…

Land of Cangxu, Hidden Dragon Zone.

A buddha statue swished over from a distance and fell in the Hidden Dragon Marsh Village swiftly.

Noticing the statue, the players started shouting and calling out in the zone channel as they thought that another disaster was here.

The statue landed right in the middle of the village with a boom, lifting debris and dust everywhere.

In the midst of the players’ astonished faces, a light flashed past the statue’s stone surface and it became animated in an instant as it became alive.

“Tell me who your leader is!” the stone statue spoke suddenly, its tone irrefutably dignified.

The players were unhappy with the statue’s arrogant tone. They were ready to talk business with the statue by violence before some players who checked out the explanation guide called out in the zone channel.

“Stop, don’t do it! He’s the Evil King!”

“Hold up, brothers. He’s one of us, one of us!”

“He’s our future sugar daddy, the boss that we’re going to rely on. Don’t do anything stupid!”

“Fuck, the one with the sword, come back. It’s our future boss, make some good impressions!”

…

Listening to the roars within the zone channel, the players who were ready to charge forward stopped instantly. Their faces changed into smiles instantly as they looked at the Evil King with some unknown intent in their eyes.

The Evil King was a little astounded by that.

He had been to many different zones for recruitment. His first meetings with the other forces always started with a battle because nobody was willing to yield to him.

He thought that the same would apply here and the players were just acting. Why did they stop abruptly?

Li Xing, Jason, and the other players rushed over when they received the news. They made their way through the crowd and stood in front of the Evil King.

“I am the leader!” Li Xing was the first to voice out.

After taking in Yin Xiaoqi’s suggestion, the players from the European server had a discussion and concluded that they had to have a leader figure to be able to join forces with the Evil King.

The Zero Guild was the strongest guild in the European server without any question. Therefore having their guild leader, Li Xing, to be their clan leader was expected by all players.

Looking at the leader of the alleged force, a red light flashed across the Evil King’s eyes.

“Good, you have two choices now! Pledge loyalty to me, or die!” the pressure exerted from the Evil King condensed and his momentum heightened as he spoke.

Right when he was ready to emit the pressure to the surrounding players, Li Xing replied suddenly, “We, the Player Clan, choose to pledge loyalty!”

The Evil King’s condensed momentum dispersed immediately.

The players’ actions were not going according to his expectations at all. He was not used to this.

He was entrenching a zone’s force, after all. The process of this submission was smooth, too smooth that it was confusing to him.

“You can address me as the Evil King. All of you are my subordinates from now on. My aim is to be the new king of the Land of Cangxu!” the Evil King spoke again after some thinking.

He initially thought that the players would be shocked or even oppose his wild ambition.

After all, the demolishing of clans in the path to snatch the throne was inevitable as there would be a huge war.

Yet, Li Xing nodded forcefully and said, “Our clan will definitely aid the Evil King with our full effort for you to become His Excellency!”

“Aren’t you all afraid?” the Evil King frowned.

“No… we, the Player Clan, do not fear death and we are a warlike people. It will be our biggest honor to die on a battlefield!”

The Evil King fell into silence by Li Xing’s reply.

After talking to Li Xing, the Evil King’s initial thought was that this clan must be weak with low combat power.

After all, the forces that he met previously were all feisty and they didn’t yield whole-heartedly. He would never be able to get them to surrender to him without utilizing his great powers.

To the Evil King, Li Xing’s forthright acceptance was indicating that they were weaklings.

However, having listened to Li Xing that his clan were warlike people without any fear toward death and dying in a battlefield would be an honor, the Evil King was repulsed and his impression toward the players had gotten worse.

Although they’re weak, I’ll give it to them that they are pretty good at boasting. This was the Evil King’s first impression toward the players.