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In the plaza, nine enormous crosses stood, forming a tic-tac-toe grid.

Reading the ancient text beside it, Mu Jinxia finally understood why there were so many distinct and bizarre monsters in the underground palace.

"Listen, oh mighty one. The Emperor split his soul and hid it within nine sinners.

As long as those sinners exist, the Emperor is immortal.

If these nine sinners are executed on the crosses and a ritual is performed in the correct order, it should be possible to destroy the Emperor.

To destroy the Emperor, the prisoner number plates from the heads of the nine sinners must be arranged to form a magic circle.

If the nine number plates are combined correctly, the sum of each row, column, and diagonal will be the same."

The numbers on the sinners' number plates ranged from 1 to 9.

This riddle was simple; placing 5 at the center event point would quickly allow arranging the numbers so that the sum of each row, column, and diagonal was identical.

Mu Jinxia placed the number plates one by one, and each time she hung one, the sins of the corresponding sinner would be revealed.

'The sin of creating impure food'

The ugly and obese cook died on the cross. His body began to rot, dripping tar-like putrid fluids onto the ground.

'The sin of misleading the youth of the Imperial Capital'

The blood-soaked corpse of the philosopher was exposed on the cross.

The moment she placed the last sinner's number plate, a rumble echoed, and the entire screen was covered in a layer of blood!

The magic circle activated!

"The bodies of the nine sinners burned together! The Emperor's soul returned to its original place!"

……

In the throne room, a pale mist permeated the air. ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. :**:.☆*.:｡.✿

Each pillar was engraved with different monster figures.

In the composition of the illustration, the pillars converged upwards, and the dome was dark and oppressive.

Giving the illusion of being incredibly small when standing within it.

At the far end of the palace, a huge eight-petaled flower-shaped ancient crest was engraved on the white wall.

Beneath the ancient crest, a throne could be vaguely seen, with a crowned figure sitting upon it.

"A tremendous sense of oppression emanates from ahead. Should we really go forward?"

[Proceed]

A figure sat on the throne, draped in tattered purple robes and wearing a golden crown woven from thorns.

His face was as dry as a mummy's, and maggots crawled freely in his empty eye sockets.

This skeletal emperor was Didoth XVI.

"Kneel, all of you!" Didoth XVI's eyes blazed with fire. "Do you know that I am the supreme Emperor of Alcaea, ruling over all the land in the Great River Basin?"

He waved his long sword madly, his voice frantic: "Even after a thousand years, ten thousand years! The throne belongs to me alone! Not even the gods or ancestors can take it away!"

The battle began!

An eerie and chilling BGM sounded.

Didoth XVI's throne actually grew four strong, metallic claws.

It looked like a bizarre giant spider.

Mu Jinxia first unleashed a round of attacks, discovering that Didoth XVI had an exceptionally high magic resistance.

A fireball from Meixia only caused a negligible twenty or so points of damage, while physical damage was significantly more effective.

Didoth XVI not only possessed a group attack, a devastating lightning storm, but also a lifesteal skill, making the fight extremely annoying.

By constantly consuming potions, she barely managed to win.

A gust of wind, like the howling of an icy glacier or the liberation of the resentment of the dead, arose.

Didoth XVI fell unwillingly, cursing with resentment: "Ignorant fools... You will all end up like me...

Even if you escape to the outside of this nightmare, you will be captured by an even greater nightmare... No one can escape..."

……

The fourth day of the 'Wasteland Tales' livestream.

Deep within the dark and profound Imperial Mausoleum.

"Didoth has been defeated! Qiuna will also recover from her petrification!" Mu Jinxia exclaimed excitedly, still somewhat unsatisfied. "So all of this was actually Didoth's ritual to select a physical body, wanting to use our bodies to revive and restore the empire! His plot has been thwarted!"

These past few days, she and her adventure party in the game had experienced an exceptionally exciting adventure.

On the first day, they explored the suburban caves, the Dragon Tower, and the underground palace.

On the second day, they explored the Great Ruins and the Phantom City, the Fairy Forest, and the Dwarf Castle.

On the third day, they explored the Giant's Tower and the western outskirts of the town.

On the fourth day, they explored the Outer Star Realm and the Profound Imperial Mausoleum.

Legends from myths, records from historical inscriptions, and the intersection of reality, together constructed a grand and magnificent world.

Deeply intoxicating.

However, she also faintly suspected, "Is it really over? Isn't this Didoth a bit weak?"

Objectively speaking, Didoth I's damage was high, and his skills were also powerful.

But Mu Jinxia always felt that the epic battle scene she had imagined was missing, and she felt vaguely disappointed.

Like when fighting Didoth XVI, they first had to find the nine sinners and activate the magic circle to restore his soul.

The atmosphere was perfectly set.

And Didoth I, through many subtle hints throughout the long game, suggested that he was the final BOSS, creating a strong sense of anticipation.

But in the end, they just delved deep into the Imperial Mausoleum and finished him off.

Some viewers had already started posting celebratory comments.

"Congratulations on finishing!"

"Having watched all the way through, this is truly the best RPG of the year!"

Just then, the screen went dark again.

Text slowly scrolled across:

"Have you escaped from the fate that was set for you?

But—

The means I have prepared are not limited to this.

Then come to the City of Glory.

I will no longer be a shadow, but will use a physical form to subdue you."

"You feel the darkness gradually receding, receding to... above the ground."

Mu Jinxia's eyes suddenly lit up: "So this was just a phantom! I knew Didoth wouldn't die so easily!"

She hurriedly returned to the ground.

As soon as she returned to the ground, she exclaimed: "Why has it turned red?!"

The town's background image was dyed with a hazy red hue, like the color of a sunset or the dim sky before a sandstorm.

Not only that, but some purple snowflakes were also falling from the sky.

Although beautiful, they gave an ominous feeling.

"Something fell from the clouds, scattering on the ground and disappearing without a trace.

It looked like snow, but it was not snow.

It was a strange particle shimmering with a faint purple light.

An incredible song came from somewhere...

Like a nursery rhyme sung in unison by children,

Coming all the way from the southern horizon—"

The south of the town was where the port was located. At this time, there was a small exclamation mark flashing next to the event point representing the port.

Mu Jinxia entered the port and immediately discovered that the scenery here was completely different from usual.

At this moment, the BGM was solemn and sacred, with a majestic symphonic melody composed of a dignified piano and a deep French horn flowing slowly.

The clouds were dyed with a faint pink color, and the important figures of the town seemed to have gathered here.

Even more striking was that something in the sky seemed to be hidden behind layers of clouds, only revealing a scale or a claw.

"—The clouds covering the river were illuminated by the sunset, creating a dreamlike crimson glow.

A strong wind dispersed the high-altitude clouds, and the thing behind them was revealed—"

The low French horn finished its last note, suddenly disappearing, replaced by the bright and noble sound of the organ, the melody instantly rising.

Accompanied by the sacred and magnificent harmony of the organ and piano, the camera slowly moved upwards from the piled-up cargo boxes and the brick-built Pingge Trading Company, the wooden docks where the companions gathered, the pink-dyed sea, and the crimson sky.

Mu Jinxia opened her eyes wide as she watched this scene, suddenly losing her voice.

It felt as if static electricity ran from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and she felt a tingling sensation on her scalp.

Above the clouds, a magnificent and awe-inspiring sky city revealed its face.