Black Book

Chapter 380 Too Many People to Die

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

In a holy mountain temple deep in the grassland, Indra sat cross-legged on a lotus throne, looking at the leaders of various states crying below, his slender brows furrowed.

"what happened?"

"It's all the fault of the untouchables in Tamil Nadu..."

"Bullshit, it was you in Kerala who killed our people first!"

"What's wrong with a Brahmin killing a few of you untouchables?! It's not like they really died anyway! Instead, you guys took turns raping Saint Maiden to death. It's simply outrageous!"

"It's obvious that she was dressed indecently and deliberately seduced our soldiers!"

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Listening to the noise below, a faint feeling of fatigue lingered in his heart, and Emperor Shitian couldn't help rubbing his temples lightly because of the headache.

It felt like if he wasn't sitting in front of these people, this mob would literally turn against each other right away!
Thinking about how the empire in the south was rapidly integrating itself under the leadership of the evil dragon and how the huge war machine was gradually getting into operation, Emperor Shitian felt even more tired.

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

Although the number of Chinese adventers is small, they are highly organized. At least they won't do such abstract operations as killing each other...

With a long sigh, Indra's eyes condensed and he looked angry. The terrifying destructive divinity poured out like mercury on the ground, instantly covering the entire temple.

Without any words, the leaders of the various states, who were on the verge of a war, were startled and knelt on the ground in fear.

"May God calm down!"

Leaning forward and looking down, a ferocious arc appeared on Emperor Shitian's lips.

"The Chinese are united and preparing for war, but you are killing each other!"

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

"From the subcontinent to the Western Regions, from the northern desert to the Far East, the battle line stretching tens of thousands of miles is enough for you to have fun!"

"Don't forget the shame China has bestowed upon you in reality!"

When talking about that unforgettable defeat, everyone present had red eyes. The originally tense atmosphere gradually subsided, and was replaced by a united hatred of the enemy.

Seeing this, Indra couldn't help but nodded secretly.

"Since I can't take revenge in reality in a short period of time, I can at least wash away some of it in the fantasy realm!"

"Let the whole world see your bravery!"

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

The bewitching and passionate whispers were imbued with a mysterious divinity, and everyone present felt their blood burning, with red eyes and clenched fists, and screaming.

"Oh oh oh oh!"

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The Great Imperial Capital - [Yanhuang Arsenal]

"What? An all-out attack?"

"Yes, it is expected that within the next year, from south to north, the third brother will launch an attack simultaneously on a battle line stretching tens of thousands of miles to avenge the previous humiliation!"

"Previous shame? What previous shame?"

"In 62, a small army of ours forced us to move 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 information reliable?"

"They are the ones who are promoting it themselves, shouting all over the world that they want to show us how powerful they are!"

"........."

After a moment of silence, Zhu Haomiao couldn't understand this abstract operation of public disclosure, so he hesitated and said, "Could it be a strategic fraud?"

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

"It's almost impossible. All the internal intelligence is completely consistent and can confirm each other."

"Such a perfect strategic deception, with Third Brother's brain, he can't do it..."

"On the contrary, before doing anything, he always exaggerates his goals."

"In their minds, if they say something, it's the same as if they did it. This is their national character."

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

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

"Third Brother's actions are always so unpredictable."

"I often seem out of place because my thinking is too normal."

Hearing this, Huaixu nodded sympathetically.

"They are like this. They are one of the most bizarre countries in the world."

"They often do some inexplicable operations."

"It's just like the instructor spent ten days and ten nights thinking about it but couldn't figure out why they beat us."

Having said that, Huaixu changed the subject and said solemnly.

"However, the Strategic Department analyzed that this all-out offensive was a way for them to divert internal conflicts."

"Internal conflict?"

"Yes. There are too many adventers entering this plane, and they are mixed. They don't have enough organization. If we don't give them something to do, they will fight among themselves."

"Previous large-scale conflicts are living examples of this."

"So, instead of letting them kill each other, it is better to let them die on the battlefield."

"Anyway, there are so many of them that they can't all die."

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao nodded thoughtfully.

Creating a powerful external threat to divert internal conflicts is a common political tactic.

The only problem is that the Fantasy Realm is still in the development stage, and the native descenders have enough time to grow. Launching an all-out attack at this time is simply using people as cannon fodder!
Use human lives to wear down the defense line of [Dazhen]!

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

But I have to say that this Zerg style of play is really suitable for Brother III, and it fully utilizes their advantage of having more people.

In the later period, the outstanding adventers who had been eliminated through blood and fire gradually grew up...

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

By that time, he must have ascended. Without his extraordinary combat power, the third brother's numerical advantage would probably crush [Dazhen].

No, we must destroy Indra’s beacon anchor point before ascending!
We cannot leave any hidden dangers to the world!
With a focused look, Zhu Haomiao made a decision and stood up and left.

After leaving the Yanhuang Arsenal, Zhu Haomiao came to the Dazhen Arsenal in the imperial city.

This was the place he built in imitation of the Yanhuang Arsenal, specifically for collecting and studying various secret books.

Nowadays, both the black and white forces in the martial arts world have bowed to each other, and the magical skills and secret manuals of almost all sects have gathered here, providing endless materials for the descenders.

Not only the eight basic forces, but also the "puzzle pieces" of various exercises can be found here.

At this time, hundreds of adventers were concentrating on research here, gradually building up a complete Chinese supernatural system.

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

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

(End of this chapter)