The Black Book

"Indra, you have to make the decision for us! Wuwuwu..."

In the holy mountain temple deep in the grassland, Emperor Shakti was sitting on a lotus throne with his legs crossed. Looking at the leaders of various states who were crying below, his slender eyebrows were wrinkled.

"What's going on?"

“It’s all the Dalits’ fault in Tamil…”

“Fart, it was you from Kerala who killed us first!”

"What happened to the Brahmins who killed you untouchables?! It's not like they were really dead anyway! On the contrary, it was you who took turns killing the Holy Lady Leipu. It's simply outrageous!"

"Obviously she was dressed immodestly and deliberately seduced our soldiers!"

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Listening to the commotion below, a touch of exhaustion lingered in his heart, and Di Shitian couldn't help but rub his temples with a headache.

It felt like if he hadn't been sitting in front of these people, this ragtag group would have become one in a literal sense!

When he thought about how the empire in the south was rapidly integrating its interior under the leadership of the evil dragon, and the huge war machine was gradually operating, Emperor Shitian felt even more tired.

At the same time, a hint of envy arose in his heart.

Although the number of Chinese descendants is small, they are highly organized. At least they will not engage in abstract operations such as killing each other...

With a long sigh, Emperor Shitian's eyes narrowed and he made an angry look. The terrifying destructive divinity poured down like mercury on the ground, covering the entire temple in an instant.

Without the need for any words, the tense leaders of various states were agitated and fell to their knees in fear.

“God be angry!”

Leaning forward and looking down, Emperor Shitian raised the corner of his mouth with a ferocious arc.

"The descendants of China are united as one and fighting hard, but you guys are killing each other!"

"Since you are so energetic, let's release it on the battlefield!"

"From the subcontinent to the Western Region, from Mobei to the Far East, the front line stretching tens of thousands of miles is enough for you to have fun!"

"Don't forget the shame that China has given you in reality!"

Mentioning that unforgettable fiasco, everyone present had red eyes. The originally tense atmosphere gradually subsided and was replaced by a unanimous hatred of the outside world.

Seeing this, Emperor Shitian couldn't help but nodded secretly.

"Since we can't take revenge in reality in a short time, we can at least wash away part of it in the fantasy world!"

"Let the whole world see your bravery!"

"Prove to the arrogant China that you are no longer who you were decades ago!"

The enchanting and passionate whispers were imbued with mysterious divinity. Everyone present felt their blood burning, and they clenched their fists with red eyes and roared.

"Oh oh oh oh!"

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Dazhen Imperial Capital·【Yanhuang Arsenal】

"What? A full-scale attack?"

"Yes, it is expected that within the next year, Third Brother will launch attacks simultaneously on a front stretching tens of thousands of miles from south to north, avenging the past!"

"Former shame? What kind of shame?"

"In 1962, we were beaten by a partial army and moved to the capital..."

"No, why are they still obsessed with such a trivial matter?"

"Emmm... From their perspective, this is probably not a trivial matter."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. Is the source of the intelligence reliable?"

"They promoted it themselves. The whole world is clamoring to show us how awesome they are!"

"…………"

After a moment of silence, Zhu Haomiao couldn't understand this abstract operation of publicly leaking secrets, so he hesitated to speak.

"Could it be strategic fraud?"

Hearing this, Huaixu, who was reporting on his work, shook his head calmly.

"It is almost impossible that all the internal information is completely consistent and can be corroborated with each other."

"Such a seamless strategic deception is impossible with Third Brother's brain..."

"On the contrary, it is the third brother's consistent practice to blow up the target before doing anything."

"In their concept, if they say something, it means they do it. This is their national character."

"As for whether they can do it in the end, it's actually not that important to them..."

After hearing Huaixu's judgment, Zhu Haomiao fell into a deep silence, and finally sighed.

"Third brother's operations are always so unpredictable."

"I often seem to be out of tune with them because my thinking is too normal."

Hearing this, Huaixu nodded with sadness.

"They are like this. Their weirdness is one of the best among all the countries in the world."

"Often doing some inexplicable operations."

"It's like the teacher thought about it for ten days and nights and couldn't figure out why they wanted to beat us."

Speaking of this, Huaixu changed the subject and said solemnly.

"However, this full-line offensive, analyzed by the Strategy Department, is their way of deflecting internal conflicts."

"Internal conflict?"

"Yes, because there are too many descendants who have entered this plane, good and bad, and they do not have enough organizational power. If these people are not given something to do, they will fight among themselves."

"Previous large-scale conflicts are living examples."

"So, rather than letting them kill each other, it's better to let them die on the battlefield."

"Anyway, there are so many of them that they will never die."

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao nodded thoughtfully.

It is a very common political technique to create powerful external threats to deflect internal conflicts.

The only problem is that the Fantasy Realm is still in the development stage, and the native descendants have enough time to grow. To launch a full-scale attack at this time is to use people as cannon fodder!

Use human lives to kill [Dazhen]’s defense line!

In a trance, Zhu Haomiao seemed to see the scene of blood flowing on the border.

But it must be said that this Zerg style of play is really suitable for the third brother, giving full play to their advantage of numbers.

In the later stage, the excellent adventers who have been eliminated by blood and fire gradually grow up...

When he thought of that scene, Zhu Haomiao suddenly felt a little pressure.

At that time, he must have ascended. Without his super-standard combat power suppression, the third brother's numerical advantage is likely to crush [Dazhen].

No, the anchor point of Emperor Shitian must be destroyed before ascending!

No hidden dangers can be left to the world!

With a condensed look, Zhu Haomiao made a decision and stood up and left.

Leaving [Yanhuang Arsenal], Zhu Haomiao came to [Dazhen Arsenal] in the imperial city.

This is a place he built in imitation of [Yanhuang Arsenal], specializing in collecting and studying various secrets.

Nowadays, the black and white roads in the world are bowing, and almost all the magic skills and secrets of the sects are gathered here, providing endless materials for the adventers.

Not only the eight basic powers, but also various techniques can be found here as "puzzle pieces".

At this time, hundreds of adventers are studying here, gradually building a complete Chinese supernatural system.

Martial arts, magic, strange techniques, and even science fiction technology...

Various powerful divine skills are rapidly "localizing", and are beginning to reveal the vast and vast heritage of the [Yanhuang Arsenal].