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“Wow!!!

Looking at the three cards in Kazumi Makoto’s hand, Bai Shangfuyuki supported his tail and exclaimed with an exaggerated expression.

I flow martial arts, the blood of the grass beak, and the great snake beak…

Bringing these three rewards together is enough to create a pinnacle Spike-level player.

And through the ability to batch copy and transmit to the mind network of the Demon Ninja, Hequan Makoto can mass-produce extremely strong cutting-edge soldier-level players!

It’s a pity that the male bloodline of the pillar of his own body has uniqueness and cannot be passed on to the Demon Ninja Legion, otherwise Kazumi Makoto can even create a terrifying force comparable to the interstellar zerg.

Watching the three cards shatter into crystalline light dust and spill into the shell of a maid to the devil, Bai Shang Chuixue smacked his lips reluctantly.

Previously, Makoto Waizumi had already absorbed Shirakami Fuyuki as a youkai’s bloodline advantage by sucking blood, and gave it to these pair of demon ninjas.

And the bloodline of his ultimate creature can also devour the racial superiority of any kind of living being.

Feeding birds, fish, reptiles, birds…

All kinds of animal advantages are integrated with Izumi’s extreme biological bloodline.

At this point, the “simulation” ability of the demon ninja can even perfectly simulate the racial characteristics of some beast-eared girls.

“Perhaps, I can use the power of the special advisor of Organ Three to forcibly collect some players’ bloodlines and use them to strengthen my Demon Ninja Legion?”

Thinking of this, Kazumi Makoto was a little moved.

Gather countless bloodlines and combine the advantages of all races.

Then, go above and beyond.

This seemingly distant goal is within reach.

“Master…”

On the side, a maid outfit with a single ponytail and black-framed glasses walked over.

Her white and slender little hands squeezed a giant hard tablet with the latest model.

“Twenty minutes ago, an SDF defense base outside Tokyo was attacked.”

“Huh?” Kazumi Makoto frowned.

He leaned on the soft fabric sofa, his face very strange.

For players of dimensional games, stirring up the wind and rain is definitely harmful to others.

Between each game quest, players will have a certain amount of rest.

But if you stir up the wind and rain in the real world, you will be forced to shorten the rest time and start the next dimensional game.

Therefore, the vast majority of players will stick to themselves and will never attack the official power unless they have the last resort.

Apart from……

“Kyosuke Takasaka.”

Looking at the picture on the tablet, Kazumi smacked his lips.

This video should have been captured by surveillance cameras in the SDF base.

Silver iron piles spread through the sky, and soldiers ran through the sharp iron piles, and those living humans seemed to be skewers, wailing and struggling on the iron piles.

Then, the blood trickled down the iron pile and was gradually absorbed by the silver iron pile.

In the end, it turned into a dry corpse shattered into dust…

“Valian, Vlad III.”

Looking at such a cruel scene, neither Kazumi Makoto nor the demon ninja were shocked, but their faces were deep in thought.

Heroic Spirit.

This concept comes from the Fate series and belongs to the huge worldview system of the type moon.

Every heroic spirit is either a famous hero in history, or a legend imagined in the sky, or a great person who will change the world in the future.

Of course, there are some poor migrant workers.

“Vlad III”, the ruling king of Romania during the national crisis, led his troops to meet the enemy’s attacks, and pierced tens of thousands of enemy troops crossing the border with iron stakes, erecting them on the border as a deterrent.

This terrifying legend was called “Piercing Gong” by the people at that time

In later literary works, this ruthless national hero was depicted as Dracula, a vampire thirsty for blood.

Yes, he is the prototype of the vampire Dracula.

The capital punishment king of Romania

This monarch, now on Romanian soil, will become a hero who guards his country, while when summoned in other corners of the world, he will degenerate into a terrifying vampire archduke.

Whether it is a hero who protects the country or a cruelty, Vlad III is the top powerhouse among the heroic spirits.

It may not be comparable to the ceiling level of the hero king Gilgamesh, nor can it compete with Artoria, the knight king of Great Britain, but Vlad III’s power can “destroy the country”

His treasure blood inheritance can forcibly transform his spirit from a heroic spirit into a vampire, and abandon all weaknesses in his shell.

In addition, he will also gain the ability of vampires to transform bloodline, control the demon eye of humans, near-invincible immortality, and weaknesses such as holy light, garlic, and silver.

In this state, Vlad III is definitely the peak of the extraordinary level, and even entered the realm of the suppression level!

“No, it’s not right…”

As if thinking of something, Kazumi Makoto frowned:

“If I’m not mistaken, a few days ago, Kyosuke Takasaka also blew up Chiba Prefecture, and he should have been forced to start the next dimensional game.”

“In other words, he, like me, cleared the level in the dimensional game…”

“He’s stronger than before.”

With thoughts in his eyes, at this moment, a crisp bell rang.

The maid chief handed over the mobile phone, and Izumi looked at the caller ID, and couldn’t help frowning:

“Mr. Jinme? What’s so expensive? ”

“Ahaha…” In the earpiece, came the middle-aged man’s bitter laughter:

“Lord Wakaizumi! Save us! ”

“What?” Listening to the pleading of the town and the horse, Kazumi frowned.

“Kyosuke Takasaka has already attacked three Self-Defense Force bases, thousands of soldiers and innocent people have been killed and injured, and more than half of the players of the third organ have been killed and injured…”

“What do you have to do with me?”

Kazumi Makoto responded calmly, and the tone of “me” made Zhenmu Xianma slightly stunned.

Although he guessed that Kazumi Makoto didn’t want to wade through the water, he didn’t expect this guy to have such a tough attitude…

The words that are well calculated in the heart are all useless.

“Whew…”

Taking a deep breath, Zhenmu Xianma hurriedly explained:

“Kyosuke Takasaka summoned the second heroic spirit! His strength is getting stronger and stronger, and if sanctions are not imposed on him, he is likely to become the next suppression-level player! ”

“So?” Kazumi Makoto questioned: “Dongying welcomes a new suppression-level player, you should celebrate the whole country, right?” ”

“Yes…”

Zhenmu Xianma, who almost lifted the table, endured, and this tired man who was tortured by overtime took a deep breath.

“Please don’t joke, Mr. Kazumi.”

He spoke solemnly and stated in a rather solemn voice:

“Kyosuke Takasaka’s hostility to the Toei official has been vividly displayed, and he has killed thousands of people! Thousands of people! Billions of dollars in damage! Even if he becomes a suppression-level player, he will become Dongying’s disaster! ”

“Well, yes.”

Kazumi Makoto nodded, he took away his mobile phone and said to the maid costume on the side:

“Help me buy a ticket to the Middle East, get a visa by the way, I’m going to Arabia on business.”

“Yes, master.”

Nodded to the Demon Ninja Maiden, and the Zhenmu String Horse on the other side of the earpiece was already fried:

“What are you going to do! Mr. Waizumi! You are also a member of Organ Three! You can’t just run away!!! ”

“Oh, I’m not escaping, I’m here to attend a meeting on Middle East crude oil for the business development of the Izumi chaebol.”

Kazumi Makoto said slowly: “Of course, I have full sympathy for what happened to your organ three, and I will cheer for you on the other side of the world…”

“…… So be it, see you back, Mr. Jinme. ”

Saying that, Kazumi Cheng threw the mobile phone directly to the head maid, looking indifferent.

Indeed, he once plagued Kyosuke Takasaka, and if the two meet, it is likely to be an unending end.

In that case, let’s leave this trouble to the Dongying official.

Even if Toei can’t handle Kyosuke Takasaka, their American dad will definitely not stand idly by.

At that time, several of the town-level hole cards of the United States will be pushed all the way over, even if Kyosuke Takasaka is strong, he can only play GG with laughter.

Of course, the possibility of him being officially adopted is not excluded, but that has nothing to do with Makoto Kazumi.

After all, he was just an innocent and kind citizen.

“When 040 ran, it is not ruled out that those bastard dogs in organ three jumped off the wall and directly handed over my information to Kyosuke Takasaka.”

Thinking of this, Kazumi snapped his fingers neatly and said to the maid costume of the devil:

“Get me three tickets to the Middle East, Northern Europe, and South America.”

“Yes.” He nodded to the demon nin.

These three places are the places with the fewest suppression-level players on the planet.

The suppressant players in the Middle East have been uprooted or coerced by capitalist alliances such as the United States, as have Latin America, while the suppressors in northern Europe have either converged in Russia or relocated to the Mediterranean coast.

These places are no threat to Hequan Makoto.

And three different tickets, with which can simulate the disguise of anyone’s Demon Ninja, and Izumi Makoto can run directly in the water and slowly develop in those underdeveloped areas.

“Snap-”

He got up, clapped his hands, and walked towards the restaurant with Izumi.

Now it is dusk, the setting sun outside the European-style window, the warm yellow sunlight ignites the clouds in the sky, and the fire clouds in the sky are gorgeous.

“Boom !!!!!!”

The next moment, Kazumi Makoto stopped.

Outside the manor, a deafening roar echoed.

“Oh, it looks like I’m going to receive evil guests today.”

Pouting, Kazumi Makoto observed the battlefield with the help of the psychic network and the vision of the demon ninja.

On the street outside the manor, congested cars were detonated, and the exploding fuel tanks turned into a blazing ball of light.

In the choking smoke, a burly figure is gradually approaching.

He stepped on the roof of one car after another, and those sturdy cars collapsed in an instant.

The body size of more than three meters tall made him look more like a small giant.

And his burly muscles, as well as the crisscrossing scars on his skin, and the black belt that bound his muscles…

Everywhere, there is a philosophical atmosphere.

Including, this strong man showed an innocent smile with white teeth.

Spartacus, move forward! _

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