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"In the past, I thought that strategy was the most important thing. As long as you balance the forces of all parties, you can take them all for your own use... I have always done this way, and this method is indeed effective, but the reality is that It has been proved that in the face of real military power, machinations are meaningless."

Speaking of this, the emperor actually laughed.

"So later I wanted to have an army, an army loyal to myself. Since those powerful officials can be strong and strong, why can't I? Of course I can, and I can even build an army of immortals with heroic spirits, so that those loyal souls Always fighting for royalty...but."

After a pause, the emperor raised his head and looked into Dubin's eyes.

"Sure enough, it's scary, really scary. Even now, when I look at you, I feel like I want to pee my pants... But, it's because of your role model that I know what is real power and strength."

The so-called power and power have never been a strategy, nor is it what a soldier refers to.

Power and strength have always been just the most essential literal meaning.

Power is fist power!

Having the ability to kill others at will is the essence of power!Let whoever you want live live, let whoever you want die die, when his power is unstoppable, his will is also unstoppable!

"The power of life and death is the foundation of everything, the oldest and most essential law."

Even though the big hakama was wet with urine, the emperor still gritted his teeth and looked into Dubin's eyes.

"That's what I learned from you."

At this moment, the emperor clenched his fists, no matter how embarrassed he was, he still had the courage of a hero!

"Ha! I already knew that you would have a backup!"

Seeing that the girl swordsman had set up the blade against her, Du Bin, who was already seriously injured and on the verge of death, also grinned.

That's right, mowing too much grass is just mowing grass. If he really needs to work hard, how can he not put in some strength!

"However, if you want to kill me, are you sure that this level of strength will work?"

"If this is the case, it may indeed not be enough."

To Dubin's surprise, the emperor nodded his head as a matter of course.

Immediately afterwards, the emperor waved his hand.

"Daoman."

"...Shouldn't we discuss it better?"

The onmyoji named Ashiya Doman's face was stiff, and he didn't even use the title of "Chen".

"At any rate, I have protected your royal family for so long, and I worked overtime for you just now. Are you really going to treat me like this?"

"After victory, I will compensate you."

The Emperor sighed.

"But now... everything is for victory!"

Saying this, the Emperor suddenly clenched his right fist.

And Ashiya Michimitsu's figure instantly shattered into bright spots all over the sky.

It's just that those light spots didn't dissipate out of thin air, but gathered in mid-air like a stream, and after turning around, they all poured into Okita Souji's body!

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Souji Okita's howl was miserable and painful, but the fierce magic flame on his body was more than doubled in height visible to the naked eye—and with the continuous injection of light spots, the blazing magic flame was still rising, still rising !

Under the scorching of the magic flame, the white skin that could be broken by bullets has been dimmed, but the big sword exuding the breath of purgatory has become more and more bright and hideous.

Until the magic flame subsides, everything returns to calm.

Souji Okita, who had already turned into a demon god, raised his long knife again and pointed it at Dubin.

The posture of pointing obliquely at the opponent's left eye, this offensive and defensive posture is Okita Souji's best technique.

In just an instant, the hairs on Dubin's back exploded.

"retreat!"

Almost immediately, Dubin had already reacted.

Not retreating, but sideways, facing the unpredictable thrust, even Dubin dared not bet that his reaction was really that fast - but what greeted him was just a false stab, should have been upright The stabbing long knife happened to get stuck on the path of Dubin's retreat.

Kawagami Yanzhai's head was completely pierced. This thick rice who accompanied Du Bin to kill through the enemy's formation still failed to complete the last block after all.

In other words, this is simply not something that can be stopped.

The flying stab was not a long knife at all, Du Bin could see very clearly that the girl swordsman who had turned into a demon god was still standing there, not taking a step at all.

The flying stabs were just sword wind and magic flame, just the light of magic power that Dubin couldn't understand!

"Varied……"

Rao Dubin could not help but be dumbfounded no matter how he had seen the big wind and waves.

Using thrusting... to release the light cannon?

This is not a fight at all!This has completely exceeded the scope of Wu!

"Om-"

At the moment when Dubin lost his mind, the dazzling black and red beam pierced out again.

This time, even Okada Izo's head was smashed to pieces by the black-red beam.

Blocking is meaningless, a thick head may be able to smash the bodies of those soldiers, but it is impossible to block this monster-like light cannon - indeed, he did understand the meaning of strength from weakness, but if Can the strong man in front of him be stronger?

That is beyond his comprehension, it is completely unreasonable, strong!

"Om-"

Under the impact of the black and red light beam, Dubin's figure flew out completely.

In other words, half of them flew out.Even though he had dodged with the fastest speed, the oncoming light cannon still tore half of his body apart.

The huge impact sent his entire body flying, and then spun and hit the ground.

Du Pin, with only half of his head left, just lay in the pile of corpses, staring blankly at the blue sky.

The smell of the corpse was terrible, it was the smell of rotten blood, but Dubin couldn't smell it at this time, just because he himself was already soaked in blood.

Lost.

There is no reason to lose.

Perhaps those who were once defeated by him thought the same way, and they also felt that their losses were unreasonable.This may be weakness, this time he tasted what real weakness is - it is not physical weakness, nor is it spiritual weakness, but real despair, no matter what you do, it is meaningless Really hopeless.

After all, martial arts are just human skills, how could a human beat a fucking laser cannon?

"In the final analysis, the so-called martial arts are already outdated..."

Dupin, with only half of his head left, let out a final sigh.

Yes, no matter how good it is, martial arts is indeed outdated.The convenience of modern life has indeed made his martial arts reach an unimaginable level, but living in the modern age, he also knows that martial arts has long lost the meaning of fighting the enemy.Today's people have guns, chariots, missiles, and laser cannons, and those are the real sharpness.And the so-called martial arts... In the final analysis, it can only be used to strengthen the body.

In the final analysis, he who aimed to practice martial arts was already a dregs of the old times.

Just like now, when faced with a real weapon like a light cannon, he, a residue of the old era, would rot and stink like the corpses around him.

But how should I put it, let's treat it as a fantasy, even if he knows that this is a hopeless path, he still wants to stick to it.Even though this kind of behavior is similar to looking for candy in the dung heap, he still wants, wants to get that sweet...

"...Why is it so sweet?"

Dupin's eyes snapped open.

This was not a near-death hallucination, nor was it a hallucination in a trance. Ten times the perception clearly reminded him that something sweet had entered his mouth.

It wasn't the blood spit out from a serious injury, but something softer, creamier and more delicious...

"Artoria?"

As far as he could see, Dubin finally saw the figure that was close at hand.

"How do you..."

"Close your mouth! Oh no, open it!"

Bumping her head into Dubin's eyes, the heroic girl named Artoria took a deep breath and bit Dubin's lips again.

Swordsman Qiban wins and loses, he changed Japan: Chapter 115, Chapter 110, The Victory of the Weak ([-] words)

Artoria swears that she and the devil in this foreign land are irreconcilable.

At least it was like this until just now. She was seriously injured and simply lay down on the ground, watching the foreign devil fight himself to death—anyway, the two sides were hostile, no matter how weak the foreign devil was, it was hard for her. It's all good.After all, there was a grudge between the two of them, and she wished that this foreign devil would die quickly, so how could she help?

But now, it is impossible.

She wished that the foreign devil would die sooner, but she never thought about letting the emperor of the East win.If the emperor really completes the plan, not only will England's arrangements in the Far East suffer huge losses, but even her harvest will be vomited out--indeed, only France's combat power will be beheaded, but the problem is that France will fall. After that, can she and England behind her really face the king of the East who has mastered a powerful hero?

Difficult, very difficult, although the foreign devil almost completely destroyed the Eastern Imperial Court, he also infused this decadent royal family with a true martial spirit. As long as the Eastern King can survive this round of catastrophe, the rise of a Far Eastern hero is almost impossible. Things that are visible to the naked eye.

So, that's the only way to go.

"Don't move... I told you not to move!"

Feeling that the foreign devil below her seemed to be struggling, the angry Artoria bit the other's tongue hard, and then continued to lick it, allowing the blood and saliva of both parties to fully mix together.

No way, but she would not use such extreme methods if she had other options, but this stupid foreign devil was sucked dry by that oriental woman just now—this is not an adjective, but a literal sucking Dry, with blood as the carrier, the magic power of this foreign devil has been completely absorbed by the oriental woman.

So Arturia was not surprised that the oriental woman turned into a demon god on the spot. After all, this foreign devil was already so powerful, so it was normal for him to create another demon god with his tyrannical magic power.

But what Artoria didn't expect was that facing the female devil who had robbed her of her magic power, this devil from a foreign land would not be able to beat her.

This is a bit too ridiculous, what about the invincible martial arts?Well, even if the oriental woman possesses not only the power of the foreign devil, but also the magical power accumulated by the powerful mage just now, and even the entire oriental royal family for hundreds of years... this is indeed a huge number, yes , but shouldn't this alien devil be invincible?How could it be possible to be defeated?

But now, when she injected her own magic power into the remnant body of this foreign devil and tried to make him move, she finally knew what the "power of foreign devil" in her mouth really meant.

"How much did they feed you..."

Arturia has worked hard to instill magic power, but it is still a drop in the bucket. To make up her magic power, dozens of royal wizards from England are needed to work together. With such a huge amount of magic power, It was even comparable to a giant dragon—but it was still too little for that foreign devil, not even a third of it.

How many people did those Frenchmen use when they summoned this foreign devil?Hundreds of people?Or thousands of people?

Artoria couldn't figure it out.

She only knew that even if she gave all of herself, she might not be able to fill up this foreign devil.

"How about... I do it myself?"

At this moment, Arturia even had the idea of ​​giving up, or she might as well follow that Oriental woman and just suck the devil to death in a foreign land—in a sense, this can be regarded as revenge, at least She did pull off a kill in her own right.