To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 705 - 400 You Really Are a Good Comrade (Part

Chapter 705 -400 You Really Are a Good Comrade (Part 1)_2

Chapter 705 -400 You Really Are a Good Comrade (Part 1)_2

The entrance to the watchpost had descended into utter chaos. As they realized they were no match for these puppets, stronger warriors were gathering here, and more potent defense weapons were being deployed.

However, these puppets had been crafted by Xiemen Waidao himself, and his cards and various abilities were already incredibly powerful; the puppets he had made were quite forceful as well.

Moreover, their goal wasn’t to capture this location but to create chaos here. Forty puppets managed to tie down most of the soldiers, plunging the vicinity into disarray.

After observing for a while, Xiemen Waidao remarked, “The defensive forces here don’t seem to be up to par.”

“The strong ones have been elevated,” Dave sighed helplessly. “Powerful warriors can’t act frequently, or once they use power beyond the norm, they will immediately be escalated to the status of Gods. The Gods are then taken away from here and sent to another place. Thus, our collective strength gets weaker and weaker until we’re progressively beaten back by the Demon King.”

“What a tedious system. Can’t the Gods come back?”

“Not usually, unless someone insults their honor, forcing the offended to challenge the insulter to a duel. But our faith in the Gods is immensely devout; we wouldn’t do such a thing. And even if we did, it would likely result in death, since no one can defeat a God.”

“I see. Becoming a God seems pretty easy in this world, then. Why doesn’t everyone become a God?”

“We don’t have enough resources, and it’s simply not possible. Plus, if a portion became Gods, what would the rest do? Leave them to die?”

Looking at Dave’s face, filled with regret, Xiemen Waidao realized that the quality of the warriors in this world was generally quite high.

After quietly observing for a bit longer, Xiemen Waidao finally spotted the defensive weakness here with the help of his eyeball accessory.

Pulling Dave aside, Xiemen Waidao pointed at the wall and declared, “I challenge you to a duel!”

“What are you doing?” Dave asked in confusion once more.

“Initiating a duel, then playing the cards. Let me think, to take on a wall, I need some special cards, so I should use some of my backup cards.”

Xiemen Waidao rummaged through his backup deck, switching to his cards specialized for buildings, and then he started to damage the wall before him.

Naturally, a wall cannot fight back, but its health points were absurdly high, seemingly endless at a glance.

But for a player, as long as you dare to show a health bar, you can definitely bring it down!

Xiemen Waidao took out various curious items that could chip away at the wall’s health, tossing card after card onto the wall, while Dave could only watch helplessly as Xiemen Waidao slapped one strange object after another onto it.

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At first thinking that Xiemen Waidao was going mad again, Dave’s worldview was completely overturned when he saw the wall begin to crumble after a few hits and a massive hole emerge in less than a couple of minutes.

The walls of the watchpost were one of humanity’s greatest reliances, so strong that even the demons from the Dark Forest could not breach them, yet now they’d been compromised within less than fifteen minutes.

Dave stood dumbfounded as Xiemen Waidao pulled him through the hole in the wall, only for Xiemen Waidao to point at the void and shout, “I challenge you to a duel!”

“What are you doing now!”

“Dueling this hole, and then repairing it.”

“We’re about to be discovered! And can this thing just be repaired out of thin air?”

“Don’t worry, I left us enough time. Please believe in miracles.”

Dave could only stand to the side and watch Xiemen Waidao perform a series of elaborate motions, alternating with highly embarrassing gestures and spouting nonsensical lines that made even an onlooker like Dave feel unbearably awkward.

But what shocked him even more was that Xiemen Waidao actually managed to repair the hole.

And after the repair, the wall looked even better than before.

Furthermore, he had not used anything! He had repaired the damage with just curious artifacts.

At this moment, Dave’s beliefs were shattered to pieces; what he had learned in church school seemed like a joke, the kind that could be retold until one was eighty and still provide entertainment.

The premise is that he could live to be eighty years old.

Being led by Xiemen Waidao towards the outpost, Dave now understood why Idiotic Divine was so wary of Xiemen Waidao.

This guy, simply isn’t an existence that can be measured by common sense.

As Xiemen Waidao led him in a jog, by the time Dave snapped out of it, he found himself already inside the outpost.

To resist the Demon King, the interior of the outpost was like a large fortress, where newborns were taken immediately upon birth to be ripened and educated, turning them into warriors capable of standing on their own in the shortest amount of time possible.

Their food was all obtained through the Divine Artifact, the taste of which could only be described as a disaster, tasting like something rotten and spoiled, yet it was greatly beneficial for their physical growth.

When they had grown enough, they would go to specialized education schools to learn how to devoutly treat the Gods and how to combat nearby Demons.

Different people would demonstrate different talents in this process, changing their value accordingly; some would become Scouts, some Holy Knights, and some powerful individuals would have to learn how to control their own power to prevent themselves from exerting too much strength and being identified and deified by the Law of this world.

Entertainment here was a taboo, even playing rock-paper-scissors was deemed an act that had to be punished at a correctional facility. Warriors on the front lines developed severe psychological trauma during this process, and some needed special methods to relieve their own stress.

The memories here are hard, but not really sad.

What truly made Dave feel sorrow was a huge stele.

On the stele were inscribed tiny characters, each a name, and humanity had sacrificed far too much to fight the Demon King.

Dave hadn’t expected to come to this place after entering.

Normally, he avoided this place to not see the names of past friends. But now, as he did, memories rushed back like an avalanche, leaving him breathless.

Noticing Dave’s state, Xiemen Waidao immediately pointed at him and said, “I want to duel with you.”

“What are you doing!” Dave shouted in disbelief.

“To be exact, I want to duel with your past shadows.”

“That’s possible?”

Dave felt that Xiemen Waidao opposite him was a complete madman, wanting to duel with anything he saw.

What surprised him even more was that the other man actually succeeded.

He watched as Xiemen Waidao started performing a series of bizarre moves, antics that made onlookers want to pull out their hair, yet when done by him, they even seemed a bit cool after a while.

And with his movements, Dave felt as if strange objects were being slapped onto him, his fear of fighting Demons was slowly easing away, and his mood seemed to be improving as well.

Covering his chest, he found his mood better than it had ever been and asked incredulously, “Strange, what’s happening here?”

“I battled with your Heart Demon, and I won.”

“No, I mean, how did you manage to do that?”

“I’ve died so many times after all, isn’t it normal that I have some good skills?”

Looking at the smug Xiemen Waidao, Dave no longer knew how to judge him.

A quirky character, unbridled in action, and doing things so outrageous that even the Demon King’s lackeys would call it insanity.

But just for that recent act alone, Dave felt that this guy was actually pretty good.

Xiemen Waidao…

You truly are a good comrade!