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Chapter 641 - 638: [Lighthouse Invasion]

Chapter 641: Chapter 638: [Lighthouse Invasion]

"Beep, beep, beep."

Inside the tallest building in District Eleven, a ringing sound echoed.

"Tretiya, order Beacon to come back," Su Ming’an connected the communication and dialed Tretiya.

"Huh?" Tretiya was stunned.

"District Eleven is mine now, come back," Su Ming’an said as he gazed out the window, where Lv Shu was standing, quietly watching the snowy landscape.

The heavy snow was fluttering, covering the buildings outside in a flawless silver garb.

"Tretiya, the Dawn War has started."

...

Changing dynasties was never an easy feat.

The rule of Deity’s faith loomed over people’s heads like an ever-present shadow.

If one wanted to break the existing order and establish a new future for humanity, sacrifices greater than those made by predecessors were necessary.

Despite Noah’s help, fully controlling District Eleven still exhausted Su Ming’an greatly.

Under the falling snow, Su Ming’an lifted his head, looking at the skyscraper-like building in the night scenery. The image of Acto was still smiling gently on the screen, seemingly oblivious to the bloody purging of the old forces tonight.

Su Ming’an lost count of how many gunshots he heard, how much cursing and screaming, and how many bodies were dragged away. On the brink of death, they cursed him for defying the Deity and leading humanity to hell, swearing he would not die a good death.

"What of a human hero! You will die, you surely will die—humans won’t appreciate you!"

"Acto, you are dragging humanity’s destiny into the abyss!"

The streets were heavy with the scent of blood, and Su Ming’an stood still.

Amidst the swirling snow, he recalled the winter night in Pulaya, where Christmas tree lights were vibrant, and players chatted and laughed in the tavern, dancing together at the Christmas party.

That night, in a cabin, Noel, Lv Shu, and Lin Yin were sketching out a map on parchment, deciding to achieve a favorable outcome at the Maritime Banquet, with Sherrod and Nailuo still by their side, not yet gone.

But now, on this snowy night, he was all alone.

"..."

Snow fell on his shoulders and quickly melted.

At that moment, a blood-red cloak was draped over him from behind. Su Ming’an turned around and saw a black-haired girl. Her black hair and eyes felt warmly familiar, as if encountering an old acquaintance in a foreign land.

"Lewis, mind your clothes, don’t freeze to death, or we’ll have to dig you up again," the girl said, her tone anything but polite.

She was Number Nine Player. Silent during the night meetings, it was only upon meeting her in person that he realized how sharp-tongued she was.

Having lived through the Century Catastrophe, she was well over forty years old, but the Source within her kept her looking youthful.

"Call me Acto from now on," Su Ming’an said.

Player Number Nine’s gaze flickered slightly: "Have you decided?"

Revealing Acto’s identity meant that they must confront the Deity’s faction head-on, with no room to retreat. It was either coexistence or mutual destruction.

"Yes." Su Ming’an fastened the cloak’s buttons, covering the melting snow on his shoulders, "Let’s go. There’s still much to do tonight."

"Handsome!"

Player Number Nine called out to him from behind.

His footsteps halted.

"Qiu Li calls you that, right?" Xi said, "It’s a good name, and I will call you that from now on."

...

"Tap tap tap..." Su Ming’an swiftly typed into his personal terminal, lifting his eyelids—it was five forty in the morning.

It looked like he wouldn’t be able to sleep again tonight.

"Click—" The automatic door opened, and Noah, covered in snow, walked in.

"Lord, I had already prepared for the handover of District Eleven years ago, and now that we’ve switched to the Freedom Faction, it’s relatively relaxed. Everything has settled," Noah said, "But regarding tomorrow’s war, the situation is still not optimistic."

"Do you have any suggestions?" Su Ming’an asked.

Noah pondered for a moment.

"Lord, I have seen your equipment modification plan, but this still requires long-term planning," Noah said, "I have also seen your barrier, the defensive power is very strong, but that can only fend off immediate threats. If we want to win the war, we must shift from defense to offense."

Su Ming’an sighed.

He really wasn’t cut out for warfare; the only war-related experience he had was with the online game "Wenx."

"How do you want to proceed?" he asked Noah.

"Our advantage lies in you—whether it’s the Three Domains technology you control, the reputable name of a human hero you hold, or your combat power not inferior to mine. Also, Tretiya, Rong Yuan, and Xi, who led during the Century Catastrophe, are extremely strong. But our disadvantage is our shallow foundation and fewer members compared to the Deity Faction," Noah said, "Given this, it’s best to emphasize our strengths and mitigate our weaknesses. I’ve heard that Lin Guang in the City of Gods possesses the central device controlling the Mechanical Army. If we could infiltrate and destroy the central device..."

Su Ming’an realized this point as well.

Lin Guang, who controlled the majority of the Mechanical Army, was far away in Central City, surely having a central control system. If they could destroy the central control, they could cut off the connection between the City of Gods and District Eleven.

Noah continued, "But the central control system must be hidden deep. You could maintain the barrier for defense first, and wait until the timing is mature, when we have enough troops and information, to then form a strike team and try. Currently, I have organized forty thousand combat-ready members according to military regulations, tentatively forming an understrength legion, divided into four divisions led by four general officers. You might want to visit them when you’re free, the personnel are just preliminary."

Su Ming’an agreed to Noah’s proposal.

Having been forcibly increased in favorability, Noah had become quite obedient, a remarkable military strategist.

Su Ming’an pulled a booklet from the printer and tossed it to Noah: "Take a look at this."

Noah caught the booklet and flipped open the title page—there it was, the line "Lighthouse Handbook."

Noah raised an eyebrow, his understanding of the Lord’s missionary zeal deepened; he had heard before that the Lord particularly enjoyed proselytizing. It now seemed almost pathologically severe: "I understand, do you still prefer the church’s method of expansion?"

Su Ming’an, noting Noah’s somewhat strange look, coughed once.

"This is the best path," he explained.

It seemed that Noah and others had yet to realize that his greatest advantage in large-scale wars wasn’t personal combat power, but the passive skills of "Faith" and "Missionary Halo."

In the current scheme, human destiny was uncertain, with little hope for victory in war. The only path humans were pinning their hopes on was belief in a deity.

This kind of fanatical belief was the method Te Wei used to control the believers.

If the human hero Yasa Acto were to return, perhaps it would ignite in people a desire for freedom, for after all, no person was born to be the slave of a higher-dimensional being (except Edward).

Therefore—using his brainwashing skills to forcibly spread his doctrine and wrest this faith directly away in an almost bewitching manner was vital. He could then influence millions in widespread combat. Otherwise, sticking to conventional warfare offered no chance of winning.

—He must win the hearts of all the people.

Like a beacon fire ignited in the wilderness.

"Lighthouse Church" could become this beacon, fundamentally severing the base of Te Wei’s whispers.

"Rustle rustle," Noah flipped through the "Lighthouse Handbook" which consisted of nothing more than grand but empty verbosity; he looked it up and down, gathering only two words from it—"deception."

...However, as the Lord likes it, let him preach it. No matter whether he wins the war or not, he will share life and death with the Lord.

6:45 AM.

The physical and electronic versions of the "Lighthouse Handbook" were simultaneously propagated, with AI Xike’s help, no area could escape the invasion of this book.

Members of the Grid Enthusiasts Guild such as Pearl and Hou Li woke up in the early morning, ready to check the war situation on their personal terminals, only to see the screen filled with the word "Lighthouse."

"What’s going on, why does my computer only show this when I turn it on!" Hou Li exclaimed in shock.

Across the screen, "Lighthouse" doctrines swarmed invasively, like a ghost of the net wailing madly, exuding a demonic allure.

"What is this ghost, so terrifying!" Hou Li screamed horrendously, "Ta Wei has invaded!!!"

She stood up and ran wildly towards the corridor.

"Help! Help!" she felt as if something akin to a Mentality Attack was vexing her after she looked at the screen, as if it was trying to penetrate her mind. She was utterly panicked—could this be a prelude to Ta Wei’s invasion? Ta Wei took the form of a Lighthouse to claim lives!

Dozens of players who acted together in this building, located in District Eight, were alarmed by Hou Li’s scream and frantically burst out of their doors.

"Hou Li, what did you see!" Player Liu Enhao, who was ranked within the top ten thousand, remained relatively calm.

"Lighthouse! Lighthouse! So many Lighthouses—!" Hou Li’s eyes were bloodshot; she did not want to lose herself!

"Uh." Liu Enhao was slightly stunned, quickly linking to a person’s name: "Su Ming’an?"

"No, it’s the Lighthouse! The Lighthouse on the computer, which attacks mentally, I, I won’t be missing, right? I want to die! I want to go back!" Hou Li was just a girl who was not very brave, now scared out of her wits.

People gathered in the corridor, their eyes filled with panic.

Liu Enhao calmed down and soothed them, "It’s okay, it’s okay, it must be Su Ming’an’s doing. He has a cutting-edge personal AI. I heard that many electronic devices have been invaded and are being forced to display Lighthouse doctrines. As long as we stay calm, we won’t be misled. His Skill effect isn’t strong enough to reach thousands of miles away."

Liu Enhao opened his own personal terminal and was also frightened by the screen filled with text. This "Lighthouse" display was simply insane. Had the Number One Player lost his mind?

"So is Su Ming’an Ta Wei?" Hou Li muttered to herself.

"It’s not Ta Wei, just the effect of Su Ming’an’s Skill. Everyone just avoid looking at electronic devices for now." Liu Enhao wiped his sweat, saying calmly.

"This screen display is indeed frightening, almost maddening." Other players, still in shock, commented.

"Mentality Attack? That’s too insidious, does Su Ming’an want to spread the missing disease everywhere?"

"Maybe the missing disease is his hidden trap... He previously had a reduce san Skill, the World’s chaos could have been sparked by him..."

"Has the Number One Player already been invaded by Ta Wei? This is simply mental pollution!"

They debated heatedly, sweat drenched Liu Enhao’s head.

"Listen, we have a great advantage, it’s almost impossible for the Deity faction to lose. Now that everyone knows he’s starting a war, as long as we follow Edward, and honestly stay in the Sanctuary, waiting for Su Ming’an’s defeat, we won’t die from the war..." Liu Enhao reassured the people.

Facing a large-scale war, their efforts were futile; it was better to wait for the defeat of the Freedom Faction. Anyway, the Number One Player was much stronger than them, and they should be able to survive even in defeat.

"Click." A light sound.

Before people could react, a familiar voice came from their wristwatches, personal terminals, communicators, building speakers, building electronic screens, and various other devices.

"He’s here again!" Hou Li cried out in horror.

"—Hello, everyone."

All over the city, the face of Su Ming’an appeared abruptly before everyone’s eyes.

The purple-red dawn light spilled over his shoulders, the rising sun awakening, casting a golden glow in his eyes.

Above the screens of skyscrapers, on the television screens in resident’s homes, on the watches in people’s hands...

His image and voice penetrated everywhere.

Millions of people who had just awakened at dawn lifted their heads and were astonished to see Su Ming’an’s face.

—From any screen, they could see Yasa Acto’s eyes, pure gray, gentle, seemingly buried with endless wisdom.

Su Ming’an sat on the platform of the high tower in Zone Eleven, in front of him was a live broadcast camera controlled by Xike. Under its intrusion, except for the City of Gods, all regional broadcast platforms were temporarily under his control, forcing people to look at him directly.

The Missionary Halo could only be effective if he spoke himself, and it had to be live, for plundering the Deity’s faith and cutting off the roots controlled by Ta Wei. He needed to speak to the people often.

"I am Yasa Acto."

He said this to the entire world.

Today was the best moment to broadcast the Church’s influence and declare war.

To plunder the Deity’s faith, one had to be quick, precise, and ruthless, starting with "Brethren" and "Freedom," to trigger emotional resonance without causing any hesitation or disgust in the people.

Behind him, a blood-red cloak fluttered, filled with the breaking dawn.

"From today, I will spread the story of the Lighthouse to you all every day, allowing you to awaken from the numb faith of the Deity and glimpse the dawn."

"I will bring down the Deity from his sanctuary and realize the world people dream of."

"From now on—"

His voice was knife-sharp, decisive:

"You need not fear the night that is about to arrive."

"For the whole human race, human civilization, all defenders of humanity, and representatives of mankind—I hereby declare war on the invasive entity claiming to be a deity, the Ta Wei creature."

"May you awaken in the dawn and rid the world of all absurdity."

"Join us, and let us recapture the old times from thirty years ago, the fond memories of human history, our beloved homeland."

"After this, there is no need for the glow of deities—we alone will be the only light on this land."

People looked up, astonished by the golden figure bathed in the dawn.

Behind him.

The dawn was breaking in the East; the sun was just rising.

The Catastrophe, January 28th, Year 32.

The beginning of today, the Beacon and Zone Eleven declared war on the Deity faction, blowing the horn of humanity’s counterattack against the Ta Wei.

As the war was officially declared at the break of dawn, it was historically referred to as—

...

’The Dawn War’.

...

...

[—I saw and again heard the voice of angels around the throne, the creatures, and the elders; their numbers were in the millions and ten thousand times ten thousand,]

[—who loudly proclaimed: "The Lamb that was slain deserves to receive authority, wealth, wisdom, power, honor, glory, and praise.]

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