Everything started from the conversation on the River Styx. Back then, Aillé was rowing a boat while seemingly chatting casually with Roland. However, they were actually talking about a super conspiracy that concerned the entire world (Chapter 66).
"Right, Roland. Didn't you mention the Underworld and Hell last time? There are even Ghost Soldiers? Do you know that our world has Hell as well? However, it's inhabited by devils. I've talked to Little Tias about it. If the Underworld really succeeds, he's willing to give up hell and let all the devils learn to be jailers. "
"Sure, but the leader of the Underworld and the highest judge must still be controlled by the completely impartial Wumianzhe. Also, just what do the devils intend to obtain from this plan? Just tell me directly, otherwise I won't be able to rest assured."
"Freedom. Not just on the surface, but true liberation. You should know that once a high-level devil dies in another plane, it'll just be returning to Hell and losing some of its power. But if they die in the lower planes, it'll be true destruction. "
"So you're saying that they want to escape the Cycle of Reincarnation?"
"Yes. Back then, in order to not participate in the so-called Holy War, my people collectively joined the Goddess of Chaos. But now, in every so-called Holy War, the devils are still cannon fodder. And those old fellows have long since gotten tired of the cunning life of devils and the endless battles. They want to be free, but they don't want their souls to be destroyed. But the Cycle of Reincarnation can be opened to any species except high-level devils and demons. After all, they're the main force of the Holy War. "
"How many? This can't be a decision made by the entire race. How many of the nine Devil Lords agree? "
"Including Little Tias, the four Immemorial Devil Lords who were transformed from ancient humans all agreed. Of course, it's not that the others don't agree, it's just that we didn't tell them, nor do we intend to tell them."
And now, the agreement from back then had become reality. For the sake of the entire race's freedom, the Lord of Lies and the Lord of Despair had decided to betray the entire Chaos Faction. Countless devils walked out from the Abyss Gate.
And now, when the Order of Reincarnation was interrupted, the Aillé Faction and the Order Faction would become enemies. From now on, we would only have each other. None of us would have the possibility of turning back …
"Turning back? Happily waiting for Armageddon? At least for now, there is a glimmer of hope. "
From a certain standpoint, compared to the mighty God of Holy Light and the Order Gods, our strange alliance seemed more like the antagonists. Our alliance consisted of famous tyrants, evil Devil Lords, undead armies, and even Undead Emperors who were just one step away from destroying the world, as well as the most ancient Death Gods who gave the Gods headaches. Not a single one of our antagonists was an ordinary antagonist. Every single one of them was at least at the level of a Demon King.
But, perhaps only the truly evil would be able to understand each other. After all, it could be said that the little villains couldn't resist temptation or that they were naturally evil. However, it would be abnormal for them to not have some astonishing resentment and legendary stories to be able to reach this level. To use a chuunibyou phrase, "It's all the world's fault."
"Little Roland, according to 'that existence', we will listen to your orders from now on. Please don't worry and use us as tools. And as long as you are able to complete our tribe's long-cherished wish, we shall honor you as — "
When we first met, I knew what the Lord of Lies meant when I interrupted him. He wanted to reconfirm the contract between me and Aillé. Once the Hell of Hades was successfully created, they would become the Hell of Hades's ghost soldiers. Not only would they be able to escape from the Cycle of Reincarnation and the Holy War, they would also be able to fulfill their duties as part of the Hell of Hades.
Right now, the mortal plane was in flames. Once the Source of Order and the Source of Chaos truly entered the Holy War, it was likely that nobody would be able to stop a large number of souls from entering the Cycle of Reincarnation. However, it would be possible to make these souls enter another Cycle of Reincarnation.
"This is the only method. No other Cycle of Reincarnation? Fine, we'll create one ourselves. "
This was the method we forcefully created when we were stuck in a hopeless situation.
At this time, there was no longer any need to hide our so-called "grand plan." My plan was to use the collapsing Dragon World as material to create a Hell of Hades that belonged to ordinary life forms while being isolated from the mortal plane. This would break the River Styx and Heaven's Pillar's monopoly on the Cycle of Reincarnation!
Only by creating a new Cycle of Reincarnation would the River Styx and Heaven's Pillar's Cycle of Reincarnation lose its effectiveness! All sacrifices would no longer be meaningless, and the damned Holy War would truly stop.
"We've finally reached this step. It's been so long. I never expected that there would be a day when all the conditions were fulfilled. "
I had ticked off all the items in my thick notebook. However, if I wanted to record everything that my companions and I had accomplished, even ten notebooks wouldn't be enough.
The preparation period for this plan was terrifyingly long. Even when I was still Emperor Yongye, I had already thought of this plan. In fact, I had even used this plan to stop Aillé from hunting me down. Only after Wumianzhe ascended to Godhood and I was revived did this plan truly become possible. Only after Aillé and I conversed on that small boat in the River Styx did we finally decide on this plan.
As long as we could eliminate this greatest hidden danger and the already destined Armageddon, all that was left was to face the Holy War. Perhaps it would still be difficult, but whether or not we could survive would depend on the abilities of ordinary people, not the Armageddon that was destined to happen.
"I can't guarantee that we'll be able to succeed, but at the very least, there's a possibility that we won't all die."
For us, who had nowhere else to go, this was more than enough. We didn't have any more time.
Estrada had sacrificed himself to save two million people. However, the moment the demons of Chaos appeared, they sacrificed hundreds of thousands of people. And this was only the beginning.
It could be foreseen that the entire mortal plane would face challenges from all sides. Such incidents would constantly occur. To be honest, I didn't have any confidence in being able to succeed. No, I should say that even if all of us worked together, it would be impossible to make up for all the loopholes.
"Nobody knows if a certain city lord's rationality has been taken over by the Chaos Evil Gods, and they'll open their doors to summon a demon army the moment the sun rises. Nobody knows if a certain Dimensional Door will suddenly descend upon a certain country's capital. Defending is always more difficult than attacking. A single mistake can cause an avalanche. No matter how we calculate it, we'll still lose in the end. The situation is even worse than in the game's history. "
In the game's history, perhaps the situation wasn't as good as it was now in many aspects, but there was one aspect that we couldn't compare to — the players.
That's right, don't underestimate the players. Although they were indeed nothing at the very beginning, they wouldn't die forever. They would be able to speedily grow on the battlefield as if they had cheats. Their growth speed and natural talents would make any one of them a main character in a legendary novel. Only they would be able to keep up with the ever-increasing Elemental Tide and their enemies. And even though these "main characters" were limitless and undying, they were unable to change their pitiful ending.
The reason? Actually, the problem started from the very beginning. When the fuse of hatred transformed into the chains of bloody revenge, when the entire world was engulfed in the flames of war, killing would only create even more killing … Fine, that sounded a little too literary. The more the players killed, the more the Cycle of Reincarnation would eat. The two Goddesses of Order and Chaos would definitely awaken, and then the game would end.
"We can't stop the Cycle of Reincarnation from its very foundation. The Cycle of Reincarnation that died in battle will have another place to go. No matter what we do, the Armageddon will still arrive. The result won't change."
This was what we all agreed on. And we couldn't act too slowly. If the Holy War entered the middle or late stages, it would be too late. The best time to act would be right at the beginning of the Holy War, when so many things would blur the vision of the people and the Gods. Prophecy magic would also lose its effectiveness due to the God of Fate. This would be the best time to take advantage of the chaos.
That's right. Everything finally determined the time to carry out our plan — less than half a year after the Holy War began.
Obviously, doing something like this right under the nose of both sides of the Holy War would be suicidal. If both sides directly sent out Order Main Gods or Chaos Main Gods to clear out the Holy War, it would be impossible for us to resist.
That was why, just as Ayer and I had privately discussed, our original plan was to proceed in the devils' Hell. But now that we saw Dragon World, a world that was currently collapsing, as long as we severed Dragon World's connection to Eich and banished Dragon World to the many universes, we would have a period of time where no one would notice or disturb us before Dragon World completely collapsed. In that case, we would be able to create a new Cycle of Reincarnation during this short period of time!
Such a plan was already far beyond what I was capable of. As for what I needed to create a new Cycle of Reincarnation, I had already collected them all in my notebook. And now, it was time to activate it.
The emerald ring on my right hand had already lost its luster. The powder that I had just crushed had long since been reduced to dust in the wind.
In order to ensure that our plan wouldn't be discovered, at least not until the Dragon World's connection to the Holy War was completely cut off and the enemy still had a chance to interfere, we needed an excuse, an excuse that would cause Dragon World to completely lose its connection to the Dragon World and its dimensional coordinates.
An excuse that both sides of the Holy War would be able to accept, at least on the surface, so that they wouldn't start a crazy massacre. An excuse that would delay the enemy's progress, a clown that would attract the enemy's attention.
"Orloss …"
That's right, the Tyrant Orloss, the Sly Fox Orloss, the Foolish King Orloss, and … the scapegoat Orloss.
In order to eliminate the threat of the Titan Giants, in order to show that mortals didn't need any other species' help in the Holy War, Orloss would stupidly turn against the Dragons. He would angrily curse the Gods in front of everyone. He would ignore his subordinates' advice and cut off Dragon World's connection to all the other dimensions … This was all part of his own plan, as well as the excuse we gave the world.
After that, no matter if it was the God's divine punishment or the furious dragon's breath, he would definitely die without a proper burial … No, according to the plan, he would still need to activate the Crown of Thorns' ability in order to delay his own death. He would also need to continue spouting nonsense so that he could vent more of the dragon's anger on himself instead of taking it out on others.
Orloss's reputation for being wise and farsighted would transform into a symbol of idiocy. His people would view him as a disgrace, and the people he risked everything to protect would curse him, slander him, and insult him. But Orloss had seen through all of this, and he still calmly walked down this path, because this was the path with the highest possibility of success.
"… We humans — no, all of us intelligent species are absolutely not crops that the Gods can raise. Our lives and memories that we worked so hard to live belong to us. Our existence is absolutely not for the sake of being nourishment for the Gods! Don't let those fake Gods control our fates! Don't let the children see no hope for the future! Promise me, Roland, promise me! "
Orloss's raspy voice was still echoing in my ears. However, I knew that it would be impossible for us to meet again. Since Orloss had used the Crown of Thorns, he was destined to die in both body and soul.
"I promise you, my accomplice. From today onwards, the mortal world shall belong to mortals. Perhaps we'll finally meet the Armageddon, but nobody will be able to toy with our lives anymore. "
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