Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

The power of the Prince of Lies permeated the draft of the Shire Scripture, beginning to interfere with the real world.

Even the Dark Sun Bishop himself was woven into this fabricated reality.

He felt his consciousness shifting, entering a unique plane.

It was a special realm intertwined with countless consciousnesses, memories, and spiritual projections. With the help of the Shire Scripture, this rarely accessible domain was quietly torn open.

In a daze, he seemed to see one terrifying figure after another gazing at him with dark stares from the Chaotic Ocean spreading out from the draft.

There was the Sword Maniac, whose eyes were as vicious as a scythe;

There were the scarlet eyes peeking quietly from within the black mist;

There was the Lion Heart, whose build was robust, exuding an imposing presence like a roaring lion;

There was an ancient and mysterious terror;

And finally, there were the cold eyes of the terrifying Federation Governor Caesar...

Ah~ My brain is trembling!

The Dark Sun Bishop knew that this was the power of the Shire Scripture, touching the conscious ocean of chaos, a natural phenomenon created by contacting those spiritual bodies of the woven entities.

However, it was still just a draft of the Shire Scripture. Even though it possessed immense power, it was not as terrifying as the original.

It could attempt to interfere with the thoughts of those top-tier powerhouses, but if it proactively tried to influence them, it was very likely to be detected by these monsters.

Once a conspiracy is discovered, it ceases to be a conspiracy. The most deadly daggers are those unseen.

Therefore, from the very beginning, the Dark Sun Bishop never intended to influence those "monsters." Instead, he focused his eyes on a figure who could not possibly resist Shirek’s power.

It was a boy with extraordinary charm.

He was very weak but was a crucial part in the murder woven by lies.

The Dark Sun Bishop grinned maliciously as he extended his sinful, poisonous hand towards him.

With this thought in mind, he directly merged into Kael’s spirit body.

...

The spirit body could be said to be an image formed by aggregating many factors related to the soul and spirit, such as a person’s memories, soul, beliefs, etc.

It could be said that, using the power of the Shire Scripture to influence the spirit body, making this person firmly believe that the lies fabricated by the Shire Scripture were real, one could transform falsehood into reality, directly interfering with individual behavior in the real world through lies.

This incomprehensible method, once deployed, was enough to spark a long-lasting, large-scale assassination.

Even many people never figured out who the true mastermind behind the conspiracy was until their death.

At this moment, the Dark Sun Bishop successfully entered this spirit body’s interior.

The first thing to come into view was the mother river, the Sain River, traversing the duchies and city-states.

With mighty waters flowing continuously day and night, the Sain River rushed into Bristol Bay, carrying an unknown legion of soldiers and different species’ corpses, turning the river red.

There was no question—this was a war!

All around, one could hear the roars of battle and the agonizing cries of soldiers with maimed limbs who were yet to perish.

Barbarian army?

The Dark Sun Bishop was stunned for a moment.

For a while, he couldn’t understand what was happening.

The spirit body harbored many reflections of past real-life experiences, and what this area showcased should have been something that Incubus personally experienced.

Barbarian-formed legions were actually quite common.

The Bell Federation also had such a foreign legion.

But the problem was... this legion’s equipment was extraordinarily superior.

Mixed Blood Dragons as mounts, dark fish scale pattern armor enveloping their robust bodies, paired with fine steel long-handled spears, throwing spears, and turtle shell shields, along with their intimidating aura and disciplined coordination.

Everything indicated that this was a top-tier land army designed based on barbarian characteristics.

It made the Dark Sun Bishop’s hair stand on end.

When did such a terrifying army appear on the Divine Continent? No, the right question should be, who’s the madman who thought it was a good idea to give these barbarians a say in military power?

No, shouldn’t I be seeing the Incubus’ memories?

Before he could ponder further, the wind suddenly picked up.

The gale howled, and the sky instantly darkened. Accompanied by the roars of that steel torrent of an army, it seemed as if the entire world reverberated with their screams.

Suddenly, a mountainous dragon beast emerged from the legion, its dragon body trampling the earth with might. Atop the dragon, a formidable barbarian raised a three-meter-long Victory Spear, leading the army in an assault against another group by the riverbank.

Such power! Such strength! Such dominance! It was as if no one in the world could stop them as they launched a death charge.

What kind of opponent could warrant this elite legion’s murderous intent?

His gaze turned to the other group by the riverbank, their number noticeably fewer than that of the legion, obscured by a thin mist.

He was shocked. Who were these people who had the credentials to necessitate a life-and-death struggle with an elite legion?

The next moment, it began to drizzle from the sky.

A light blue ring of light shone from the riverbank, spanning the entire Sain River like a shockwave.

In an instant, the river was cut off, and a vast expanse of pale white ice appeared out of nowhere on the river, transforming the mighty river into a walkable surface.

In the next moment, the frozen ice shattered into pieces amidst a wild laugh, a rampant surge tearing everything apart. A barbarian wielding a two-bladed giant axe taller than himself, with runes flashing continuously, appeared.

The battle axe covered in black lightning tore the ground apart, making the sounds of wind and rain submissive to the thunderclaps.

"’Guns and Roses’! What the hell! Have these idiots lost their minds after being flattered by those suck-ups on the gaming forum for so many years?"

"Can’t hold the perpetual legion for half an hour. How are we supposed to win the national war quest! Dream on! Can’t handle this, and you still want to be the E-Sports Iron Maiden? Go home and raise pigs!"

"Damn it, Vice President, we can’t hold them!"

"Help, help, help..."

"Vice President, Qing Ya charged! Ah, Qing Ya is down!!"

...

The chaotic shouts made the Dark Sun Bishop feel irritable. The drizzling rain obscured the scene on the river.

Suddenly, a body part fell from the sky, startling the Dark Sun Bishop.

It looked like the upper half of a Human, but comically, the person wore a crooked-mouthed horse head mask.

The half-body lying on the ground wasn’t dead yet, struggling to crawl toward the battlefield while cursing: "GG, gonna get wiped out!"

The chopped-off upper body, the comical crooked-mouthed horse head mask, and the cursing with no fear of death...

The absurd scene made the Dark Sun Bishop instinctively step back.

He felt that this person seemed crazier than himself.

A voice with a slightly barbaric accent reached him from the river, speaking the common Human language, seemingly restraining uncontrolled anger: "Puppet, how dare your Strange Power Chaos God intercept me?"

The barbarian’s low voice felt like it made hearts pound.

Suddenly, dozens of cerulean silk threads interwove through the barbarian legion like a net.

As the agonized cries of more than ten barbarians, each at the Extraordinary Stage, being instantly bisected by the Magic Silk Thread, the Dark Sun Bishop heard the cold voice of the "Puppet":

"Kill all you want, see if you finish us Strange Power Chaos God faster, or I finish off your Perpetual Legion faster."

Before he could fully process the cold tone, a cold flame swept over, and the Dark Sun Bishop felt his soul instantly frozen. The rain-drenched scene gradually shattered into fragments.

"Huh? Some small fry lurking in the shadows!? Die!" This was the last echo he heard within the spirit body.