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Chapter 117 Take it! The Empire knows what you want to do, but the Empire doesn't care!

Buzzing—

The Sirius Demon Blade started vibrating again!

But this time it was Little Mustache's turn to be unhappy!

What is that?

As the saying goes, a good horse doesn't eat the grass it has already grazed.

Doing things this way will make the head of state lose face!

Little Mustache is very angry!

With a raised eyebrow, the Heavenly Wolf Demon Blade immediately fell silent.

This can be seen.

Even though the bearded man wielded the Heavenly Wolf Demon Blade for less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, his control over this imperial weapon clearly far surpassed Steve's.

Hmm, I meant the Steve from before!

However, Sirius Demon Blade also felt very wronged!

It's really not the kind of traitor you can just pick on!

As Genghis Khan's imperial weapon, it was theoretically destined to become an unparalleled divine weapon in the hands of the supreme ruler throughout its life.

Rather than being the master of divine weapons, Steve was more like the weapon-maker temporarily chosen by the Sirius Blade.

From the moment it sensed the little mustache, it recognized this leader who also reigned over Eurasia. Otherwise, it wouldn't have betrayed Steve on the spot, actively throwing itself into the little mustache's arms, and even autonomously completed the rebirth of the divine weapon by relying on the national fortune of the German Empire and the power of Sirius!

but!

Sirius Demon Blade wants to emphasize one but!!!

This Steve who just appeared is different!

He's no longer the timid and submissive Steve he used to be!

It can sense—

He has really changed!

He's become so manly!

It's not the same American-style perky butt as before!

Not only has he changed, but the aura he exudes is exactly the same as Little Mustache's—they're practically from the same source!

What are you two doing?

Are you teasing the wolf?

They belong to the same family and share the same destiny, yet they have two leaders?

Can you blame yourself for jumping around repeatedly?

I'm really not sure!

Even the Heavenly Wolf Demon Blade couldn't have imagined this—

The supreme king is a rare occurrence, appearing only once every hundred years;

But on this day, two of them appeared at the same time!

Steve stood tall and quietly looked at the little mustache.

Those calm eyes held a depth as profound as a black hole, where all the past cowardice, confusion, and hesitation had been extinguished.

He is not the American buttocks that politicians played with, but the supreme leader on another timeline who fully inherited Hydra and eventually ruled America!

Captain America, Steve Rogers.

Sirius Demon Blade scoffed at it!

Supreme Leader Steve!

Sirius Demon Blade is willing to be a lapdog!

Of course, the Sirius Demon Blade is not just any ordinary blade!

At least it won't choose to abandon its little mustache right now.

If Steve wants to get it back —

There's only one way!

Defeat the little mustache and take it back yourself!

Buzzing—

The blade of the Sirius Demon Blade trembled continuously.

The divine weapon possesses a spirit.

Only the winner between the two will be chosen!

However, the situation on the scene was not favorable for Little Mustache.

Although he was in his own base camp, this battle was not something an ordinary person could get involved in.

No matter how many soldiers or how many guns and cannons there are—

Neither side could change the outcome of the battle!

Little Mustache now faces only himself and his sword, simultaneously confronting his rival, Hydra Captain Steve, the last emperor Fu Manchu clad in dragon-patterned armor, and the mysterious, evil bald woman whom even he cannot see through.

Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!!!

Before either side even made a move, the final outcome seemed predictable, which is why the bearded man remained silent for a long time.

"Hand over the Heavenly Wolf Demon Blade, and I will spare your life!"

Fu Manchu raised his head slightly, now that he had the advantage of three against one, he naturally looked like he had the victory in his grasp.

Steve remained silent, only silently twirling the magic blade.

When he was summoned by the Ancient One, he already knew all of Steve's memories and past in this world.

Many things seemed insignificant to him, but there was one thing that the Hydra captain simply could not forgive!

That is————

Carter was stolen by Captain Patriot!

Rounding down, it's like he was cheated on!

He's not some kind of honest and simple Captain America; he's Captain Hydra, the supreme leader of a secret empire who inherited the Nazi will and rules over the entire United States!

He has plenty of ways and means to get Carter back!

Of the three, only the Ancient One remained silent.

Having the Eye of Agamotto, she knew the future more clearly than anyone else present, so she stopped interfering and simply waited quietly for the final curtain to fall.

Even when facing a formidable foe, Little Mustache remained calm and composed, showing no sign of tension whatsoever.

The power of the Sirius Demon Blade continued to spread outwards, and the profound blessing of the Seven Calamities of War upon him was as if he had successfully lived a second life, undergoing a complete sublimation and returning to his peak state.

At this moment, he was no longer the emperor on the verge of senility, but the leader who would lead the empire to greatness once again.

The bearded man looked at Fu Manchu with disdain, completely looking down on this deposed king. On the contrary, the faint but powerful aura of the Hydra captain Steve made him feel a little uneasy—he looked at Steve and vaguely saw another version of himself, only younger and stronger!

"It's so good to be young!"

The greatest tragedy in life is the decline of a hero!

If he could, he would certainly like to personally lead the empire to its ultimate glory, but things don't always go as planned.

The bearded man silently gripped the Heavenly Wolf Demon Blade in his hand. As the master of divine weapons, his perception was naturally far superior to what it used to be within the range of the Seven Calamities of War. He easily locked onto the Red Skull hiding in the shadows.

"Schmidt, stop hiding! Come out!"

A single, casual remark revealed the Red Skull's whereabouts.

Red Skull was decisive; as expected of a ruthless figure, seeing that he had given himself away, he immediately joined the battle.

A flash of eerie blue light, and he teleported to stand beside the Ancient One, his expression solemn as he gazed at the little mustache. He bowed respectfully and said, "Your Excellency, I have arrived!"

The little mustache chuckled softly, showing no surprise or doubt about Red Skull's betrayal, as if everything was within his expectations.

It's nothing but betrayal!

It's just another enemy!

He came from humble beginnings and has long since become indifferent to everything.

The Heavenly Wolf Demon Blade was drawn once more.

The crimson blade trembled slightly, and the power of the Seven Calamities of War surged to its peak, as if a blood moon were slowly rising in the void.

Under the crimson moonlight, all things withered and perished.

Everyone who saw this remained silent.

Everyone understood that this would be the final blow!

So here's the question!

Who will take the fall?

The Ancient One won't do!

Fragile mages can't withstand this burst damage.

Steve won't work either.

Even super soldiers can't withstand the power of the Seven Calamities of War!

Moreover, they are waiting for him to take charge of the Heavenly Wolf Demon Blade.

Red Skull still doesn't work.

The White Tiger Seven Kill Blade is just one step away from being restored to its former glory, and only he is qualified to complete the final divine weapon restoration ritual.

Fu Manchu lowered his head silently.

He didn't understand.

Why did I, who was originally the supreme ruler, become a servant after meeting the Ancient One?

This situation is not feudal at all!

It's not fun at all!

But despite the complaints and frustrations...

As the support tank handpicked by the Ancient One, when it was Fu Manchu's turn to step up, he still had to bite the bullet and take the lead!

Otherwise, wouldn't all the grievances I suffered before have been for nothing?

Does his empire still want to be restored?

The sunk costs are simply too high!

There was no other choice!

"The Seven Calamities of War—Destroying Gods and Burning the Universe!"

The demonic flames, symbolizing endless war and calamity, rise up.

A blade of energy that pierced through heaven and earth even cleaved through the sky.

Fu Manchu gritted his teeth, his martial arts skills reaching their peak, and activated his Dragon Pattern Holy Armor to meet the devastating blow.

Roar!

Only the roar of dragons could be heard.

Countless golden dragon shadows swirled continuously on the Dragon Pattern Holy Armor, attempting to obliterate the calamity power of the Demon Blade with the aura of a true dragon!

Only Fu Manchu, as the person involved, knew how unbearable that blow was—if it weren't for the Ancient One specially helping him reforge the Dragon Pattern Holy Armor in advance, there would have been no way he could have withstood that blow!

Nourished by the power of the Sun God for three thousand years, the Dragon Pattern Sacred Armor's endurance was exaggerated to the extreme, successfully restraining the Heavenly Wolf Demon Blade and dragging the power of the Seven Calamities of War into a tug-of-war.

at the same time.

When Little Mustache and Fu Manchu were locked in a stalemate.

Red Skull also drew the White Tiger Seven Kill Blade from his waist!

As the blue light of the spatial stone flashed, the Red Skull silently appeared behind Little Mustache, its sharp blade already locked onto Little Mustache's neck.

At this critical juncture of life and death.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, the little mustache noticed Red Skull's presence and suddenly turned around to look.

There were no words spoken.

There were no unnecessary movements.

He just stared calmly at the Red Skull.

Red Skull froze on the spot.

The White Tiger Seven Kill Blade held in his hand trembled continuously.

It seemed like they wanted to urge him to take action quickly.

But Red Skull stared at Little Mustache with a dazed expression.

Their eyes met.

A silent dialogue has been completed!

The air became incredibly heavy at this moment, and time and space seemed to freeze. Everything was frozen in this instant!

A rare flicker of struggle flashed in Red Skull's eyes.

He was certainly an ambitious man, but he also had faith!

no doubt.

The little mustache in front of me is faith!

In this country, no one can judge Little Mustache!

After a long while.

The man with the small mustache chuckled softly and voluntarily sheathed his sword.

He gently stroked the blade of the Heavenly Wolf Demon Blade with a look of lingering affection. Although he had only been the master of the divine weapon for a short time, his feelings for the divine weapon were pure—after all, they were a weapon master whose natures were compatible!

"What a pity! We met too late!"

"It's too late for me in this lifetime!"

The man with the small mustache murmured softly, his gaze falling on Steve, who stood tall and proud, and he threw the magic blade in his hand to him.

Then he slowly turned around and faced the Red Skull directly.

"The Führer—" Red Skull wanted to say something.

The bearded man immediately raised his hand to stop Red Skull from speaking. After a moment of silence, he burst into laughter, opened his arms wide, and shouted at Red Skull, "Take it! The Empire knows what you want to do, but the Empire doesn't care—"

Rumble!!!

Thunder roared once again between heaven and earth.

The Seven Mansions of the White Tiger suddenly appeared out of nowhere, shining brightly.

The last national treasure weapon has been restored to its former glory!

The Ancient One remained calm throughout, watching this spectacle unfold with detached composure—the three divine weapons had all been reforged, and the most difficult battle awaited them next!

Cairo.

Qian Chen stood with his hands behind his back, gazing northwards.

-

His gaze traversed countless mountains and rivers, directly locking onto the battle situation in Northern Europe. He quietly watched the competition between the two masters of the Heavenly Wolf Demon Blade and observed the reforging of the White Tiger Seven Kill Blade.

Imhotep huddled in a corner, looking at Ansuna, who was brandishing a whip and scolding him, with a look of despair on his face.

"Ansuona! My Ansuona—"

Imhotep kept murmuring Ansuna's name, but his heartfelt calls were met not with a response from his beloved, but with a brutal beating.

As a skeleton, it is certainly not afraid of being sucked!

But the whip lashes its body, but the pain is felt in its heart!

It's truly heartbreaking!

"You bastard, how dare you call me by my name?"

"You mere skeletal corpse demon, how dare you offend your master's celestial carriage? I think you're truly tired of living!"

Ansuna coldly stared at Imhotep. The once deeply loving couple had turned against each other, making it arguably the most tragic event in history.

Qian Chen was also helpless about this!

To be honest, He didn't have any particular penchant for torturing people, and He wouldn't mind sending Imhotep away directly.

The cause of this scene.

Ansuna herself stepped forward.

She even took the initiative to accept the punishment herself.

In this way...

The scene was quite awkward, but Imhotep managed to save his life—though it would have been better if he had died!

Qian Chen also found it difficult to comment on this.

Is Ansu-na trying to punish Imhotep on her behalf, or is she trying to protect him?

At least in terms of the results.

Ansona's cruel torture saved Imhotep's life.

Qian Chen gently touched his chin, his intuition telling him that this scene was probably another of the evil bald woman's schemes.

as predicted.

Just as the weather in the northern sky suddenly changed, Ansuana froze on the spot, a glint of green light flashing deep in her eyes.

The True Immortal Mark engraved on Ankrulna's soul essence is obscured by the power of the Time Stone, allowing Ankrulna to rekindle her thousand-year-old love with Imhotep through the power of time.

"Imhotep!!!"

"Ansunna!!!"

Qian Chen watched coldly from the sidelines and did not step in to separate the couple.

The Ancient One's hidden hand, secretly left in Ankrona's soul, could not erase His divine mark. As time passed, Ankrona would eventually become His servant again.

In comparison.

Qian Chen was more concerned about what the evil bald woman was trying to do after all the effort Gu Yi had put in to send Ansuona here and deliberately created this reunion scene.

Surely you can't just want to watch the show yourself, right?

Are you kidding me!

Just as Qian Chen was filled with doubt, Ansuna suddenly raised her snow-white—no, wheat-colored swan neck, and with a backhand, drew a dagger from her waist and shoved it directly into Imhotep's hand.

This dagger was a special tool used in the worship of the ancient Egyptian gods within the Hamunaptra, and it was believed to be able to communicate with the spirits.

"Imhotep! My time is running out!"

"Don't hesitate! Reclaim your power now—"

Ansuna looked at Imhotep with deep affection, reached out and grasped Imhotep's hand bones, and pierced his heart with a sacrificial dagger.

Qian Chen frowned even more deeply!

Of course I know that the cursed power from Imhotep's internal organs is sealed within Ankur's body;

He also knew that Imhotep could never reclaim this power, because reclaiming it required killing Ankur'na.

But now, this scene is happening!

It looks like the prelude to Imhotep's complete descent into darkness.

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