A game is only a game if the rules are followed.Without rules, it's nothing but nonsense.
If you can't fully control it, if you don't have absolute power to enforce the game's rules, then the game is a farce. As for Red Light, Green Light, Yi Tianxing had no intention of playing. It was unreasonable and unacknowledged. If the clown wanted to play a game, then Yi would simply flip the table. No one gets to play.
"You bastard! How can you do this!?"
The clown stomped in rage and roared, "This is a game! A game! You not following the rules is one thing—but now you're just flipping the table and refusing to play? You're destroying the rules of the game! I must punish you!"
His face darkened, and the smiling expression on his mask had completely disappeared.
He wanted to play a game—but no one had ever refused to play before. Not only did they refuse, but they shattered the whole framework. Without players, a game is meaningless.
RUMBLE—!!
The moment the soldiers of Great Yi ignored the rules, thunder cracked across the sky. Bolts of lightning streaked through the void, seemingly ready to strike—but none of them fell. Instead, they vanished into nothing.
A game that is not recognized, one that tries to impose heavenly punishment on a million soldiers simultaneously—such power was beyond the clown's capability. The rules of Red Light, Green Light had been shattered by brute force. The game had dissolved.
The clown had intended to gradually draw the entire battlefield into his twisted game, putting it under his control. But now, all those schemes had turned to ash.
"Just as the King said! If you want to play your game, we won't agree—and what can you do about it? There's nothing to fear!"
"Kill! Kill these monsters! They're part of the Eternal Night army!"
"Use the siege ballistas! Fire! Blast them all to pieces!"
Fury burned on the faces of the soldiers atop the wall. The humiliation they'd endured had transformed into pure rage.
The siege ballistas roared to life.
Massive bolts shot out like divine beams of light, tearing through the void and crashing into the Eternal Night army. Scores of monsters were ripped apart, their bodies shredded and torn, erupting into plumes of blood mist. The stench of blood cloaked the battlefield. This was the beginning of a full-scale war.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The enormous bolts exploded within the monster ranks, leaving behind clouds of gore. Thousands upon thousands of Eternal Night soldiers were reduced to pulp.
The ballistas were weapons of mass destruction, like grim reapers sweeping through the ranks. But even so, the Eternal Night soldiers showed no fear. They didn't know fear. They didn't feel fear.
They charged forward relentlessly.
Humans, monsters, beasts, birds, minotaurs—creatures of all races moved as one, coordinating their attacks with surprising precision, accelerating their advance. Even the mighty ballistas couldn't shake their will to storm the walls.
But the Great Yi soldiers had already adapted after the first night of battle. Now, they hesitated not at all. They split into three coordinated units—mechanical crossbows, archers, talisman bombs—and unleashed wave after wave of deadly force. Every moment, swathes of monsters were turned to ashes and dust.
Still, the Eternal Night army surged forward like a tidal wave, crashing against the walls of Sunset City.
From the skies, hordes of vicious birds descended. Even the thick arrow barrages couldn't completely stop them. Once overhead, they dove toward the walls. Some flapped their wings and unleashed fierce wind blades. Others ignited flames with a beat of their wings. Some emitted deadly chills and shot icy blades or frost arrows.
All of it rained down on the fortress walls.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
But to the battle-hardened Great Yi soldiers, this was no surprise. They responded instantly—activating defensive talismans, raising shields, and relying on the protective enchantments embedded in their armor. Their defenses were formidable. With spears and blades, they cut down the incoming projectiles and counterattacked without pause.
Arrows flew in return. Birds were pierced through, falling from the skies like bloody meteors.
The avian beasts were ferocious. Even as they were riddled with arrows, they turned their broken bodies into weapons, diving headlong into the walls, trying to crush the defenders beneath them.
Unfortunately for them, shield bearers had long prepared for such an assault. They raised their shields and swung their blades, hacking the birds to pieces.
It was brutal—far bloodier than the first day. A true massacre. And in this moment, slaughter became the sole language of the battlefield.
New Highlighted Element: 木马流牛 (Wooden Horse and Flowing Ox)A legendary mechanized construct from Mohist lore, used for surprise attacks and ambushes. In this chapter, the clown's wooden horse seems to replicate this function on a massive scale—consuming tens of thousands of Eternal Night soldiers.
"Yi Wang, since you've destroyed the game's rules, don't blame me for being unreasonable. This is just the beginning. If the rules of the God-Demon Battlefield didn't restrict the Eternal Night Saint Race to only descend at night, all of your so-called allied races would be dead by now. These cannon fodder troops are infinite. Kill one, and another takes its place. You? Once you're dead, you're dead. How can you hope to compare with us?"
The clown sat atop his wooden horse, a twisted smile on his face.
He watched the carnage as if it were still a game. A bloodier, crueler game.
To him, the cannon fodder meant nothing. He had an endless supply. Trade expendables for elite Eternal soldiers? That was a bargain beyond measure.
"No matter how many you send, if they dare come—this king will kill them all."
Yi Tianxing sneered coldly.
Even with the Eternal Night army crashing in like waves, the dense arrow volleys pushed them back again and again. The walls were towering and impregnable. Once the battle city was fully controlled, a mighty enchantment was triggered, reinforcing the fortress with powerful defensive arrays. The walls could now withstand even divine spells without leaving a single mark.
Breaking this war fortress would be no easy feat.
Then—
"Well then, since you're so confident, let's make this more interesting. Little Horsey, go give them a hand. Help out the cannon fodder."
The clown suddenly patted his wooden horse and chuckled.
The wooden horse, despite its carved appearance, had glowing ruby eyes. It nodded in response.
The clown dismounted.
The horse walked forward—and with each step, its body swelled. Growing larger and larger at a terrifying pace. Then it opened its mouth—
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!!
A vast number of Eternal Night soldiers were sucked into its gaping maw, vanishing in an instant.
In just one breath, the wooden horse had devoured tens of thousands. A huge chunk of the battlefield was suddenly emptied—though quickly refilled by the advancing monster horde.
No one knew what kind of stomach this horse had. It showed no signs of strain after devouring so many.
"Wooden Horse and Flowing Ox!"
Jia Xu's eyes grew sharp.
The horse's behavior immediately reminded him of a legendary Mohist construct—a battle mechanism designed to carry troops in secret compartments, springing ambushes from within. But this... this was no ordinary device. The power it displayed was ten—no—a thousand times more terrifying.
"What's it planning now?"
"We must not allow this horse to enter Sunset City. If it releases those monsters from within, we'll be trapped in a pincer attack from inside and out. The city will fall!"
Jia Xu's voice was heavy with concern.
This was no mere ride. It was a weapon of war.
"Crossbowmen! Target the horse! Fire!!"
Yang Yanping shouted from the wall.
The mechanized crossbows locked onto the wooden horse.
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!!
Without hesitation, a torrent of bolts was unleashed—ten-shot bursts raining down in a deadly barrage.
But then—something bizarre happened.
The wooden horse wobbled. It swayed side to side, weaving through the arrow storm with ease. The bolts missed, again and again, as it pranced oddly forward—almost... dancing. It moved with uncanny speed, almost like it was shrinking the space beneath its hooves.
Then—
"Oi! What the heck—why'd you teleport me into the sky!? You two bastards, I'll remember this! Let me catch you again and I'll smash you, cook you, and eat you! Crap—this place forbids flight!"
A shrill voice rang out from the heavens, startling everyone. It was high-pitched, jarring, and filled with complaint.
Countless heads turned toward the source.
"It's a monkey!"
A soldier exclaimed.
Sure enough, in mid-air, a monkey was plummeting from the sky.