Chapter 1269 - 349: Former Rebels [Round Table]

Chapter 1269: Chapter 349: Former Rebels [Round Table]

Horror World Headquarters.

When Ning Zheng arrived here, this place was still in the midst of live broadcasting.

An entire world line filled with various live broadcast channels, connecting over three thousand high-dimensional civilizations for rebroadcasting, it belongs to a very popular channel.

It has the potential to compete for a place among the top one thousand ratings in the River of Time.

Aside from some official and public service channels, it was already quite outstanding.

"Is there a Transdimensional True Immortal organization backed by Celestial Phenomenon Immortal Venerate behind this?"

"It might not be wise to expose this casually."

Ning Zheng chose not to alarm anyone and directly raised his hand, killing all the High-dimensional True Immortals present, transforming them into Shadow Crocodile Embers bubbles.

"Shadow Embers, return unto me."

Endless darkness covered the entire world like a tidal wave of night, silently swallowing everyone.

Even the High-dimensional True Immortals stationed here didn’t react before being engulfed by darkness.

Special Embers spread overwhelmingly, constantly forming.

Millions of staff generated Embers, looking around bewilderedly, and then gazing at the black figure standing in the sky.

"Greetings, my lord."

"Greetings, my lord."

Each of them was a Shadow Crocodile Soul Body, emitting a blackish glow, with sharply defined contours.

"Continue with your work; now is not the time to be exposed."

Although attacking this large organization will definitely be noticed, they can delay it for long enough.

Swoosh!

Numerous Shadow Crocodile Embers Void Bubbles began to absorb their own bodies from the ground, gradually filling with flesh, quickly turning into naked lifeforms, and picked up clothes from the ground to wear.

On the streets, people went to work as usual.

A giant television program force spanning across the entire prehistoric Multi-dimensional Universe, was instantly brought under Ning Zheng’s control.

The highest power in prehistory has just been the combat power of High-dimensional True Immortals, unable to break through to Immortal Venerate, no matter how dazzling or powerful, with eternal longevity... they cannot even defeat the individual Immortal Venerate powerhouses that will grow old and die in the future.

"You few, tell me about the origin of your Horror Game? Who was the founder?"

Ning Zheng sat directly on the main seat, casually playing with a Crystal Ball controlling the Horror Game, watching the various escape games being broadcasted within.

Screams, wails, despair, roars, these were the main themes of the entire TV program.

"The origin of our Horror Game is..." The Lord of Horror, the power-holder of this era’s Horror Game, he looked like an exaggerated clown, tall and thin, seven meters tall, like a stick walking on stilts.

"Wait, is your broadcast channel always so bloody and violent?" Ning Zheng interrupted him.

"Those who watch our channel are at least high-dimensional civilizations, which are largely obsessed with blood and violence."

The Lord of Horror explained, then continued: "The origin of our Horror Game is a group of defector rebels planning to escape the control of Immortal Venerates, named the ’Round Table’ organization, anonymous Transdimensional True Immortal powerhouses."

Ning Zheng frowned slightly, starting with a major drama? Are you rebels?

It seems he finally found some useful information.

Indeed, bad luck only hits once or twice, while Blue Star may not have succeeded, here he has found something.

All because of proving Calamity Immortal Venerate, lowering the luck score of the main body.

Now, he is still quite lucky.

When not involving other Immortal Venerates, he generally moves smoothly, most times achieving his heart’s desires.

Ning Zheng silently mocked, revealing some surprise: "You are considered a well-known local television station force, trying to defect from Immortal Venerate?"

If Ning Zheng hadn’t turned them into Embers, they might have carried this secret to their graves.

"Because of the monopoly of the Celestial Phenomenon Immortal Venerates, our limit is True Immortal, no one wants to be struck down by disaster."

The Lord of Horror paused, then continued:

"You absolutely cannot imagine how painful our existence is here, the stronger we are, the more danger we face, we have witnessed countless powerhouses dying from inexplicable disasters."

In such circumstances, how could one not escape?

Everyone grabs you for marble shooting; High-dimensional True Immortals are like fish pulled from the water, tormented and killed at will.

The stronger they are, the more they revere ’nature.’

For these powerhouses, it’s tyranny; for Celestial Phenomenon Immortal Venerates, it’s the expected destruction.

However.

How can these people rebel, secretly under the noses of Immortal Venerates? Harbored ulterior motives?

Their identity and power as rebels would be easily discovered by the Celestial Phenomenon Immortal Venerate if sought deliberately.

Yet they haven’t been caught...

The greater possibility is, Immortal Venerates can’t be bothered to catch them.

People don’t care about the ants’ little movements, and such ’ambitions’ may even motivate the ants to strive harder, to work harder, birthing more geniuses.

And they only need to harvest periodically, conducting large audits, to find a batch of ’obedient sons.’

Restarting these rebels’ lives, crossing to their past, nurturing them from childhood, turning them into loyal followers, imprinting a steel seal of thought.

Immortal Venerable Changzhen...

Probably like this.

He was caught up in his own schemes, captured during a big audit, brought in to deal with me.

However.

Anyway... dead is dead, the version of himself in Parallel Space-Time doesn’t feel too much.

He’s also been working for himself, fighting for himself, what’s wrong with that?

"Why are you called the Round Table?" Ning Zheng suddenly asked.

The Lord of Horror said: "Because our Horror Game is like a poker table, hosting matches of life and death."

Ning Zheng was not very satisfied with this answer.

Because only he knew the answer wasn’t this, but apparently, the current successor in front of him also doesn’t know the truth and origin.

"So, what method have you considered?" Ning Zheng raised an eyebrow: "On this land, escaping the control of Celestial Phenomenon is nearly impossible, right?"

"So we’ve envisioned smuggling from the ’past,’ attempting to escape to the ’future,’ a future not under their jurisdiction."

"Across the river, is the... Other Shore! It’s the ideal land of freedom, sacrificing life to craft a lighthouse of freedom for us, the distant morning star, a garden with independent personalities!"

He exhibited intense longing and expectation, this top-tier powerhouse hosting Multi-dimensional Horror Games revealed a child-like desire.

"We’ve gathered and secretly tried various methods time and again, crossing the border, we’re charging, charging..."

To put it simply,

It’s like a carp leaping over the dragon gate.

Going to the end of the River of Time, Time City Gate, there lies a gigantic waterfall, severed by the Long Halberd, countless people trying to escape to the ’foreign land.’

"I see." Ning Zheng understood.

Apparently, it’s not just the rebels of the ’future’ resisting the Immortal Realm, Netherworld, attempting to overthrow their dominion.

The indigenous rebels of the ’past,’ numerous hidden True Immortal forces, various high-dimensional civilizations, are also secretly gathering, forming various large and small secret organizations to resist Celestial Phenomenon Immortal Venerate.