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The moment Qianzicun saw Qianyi, he was shocked. He began to wonder if he had offended the alien god, otherwise why would the alien god let him fight this person? This is the great god Izanagi!

How did you get to the underworld? Is there anyone in Great Britain who can summon you?

"Who is your father?" Qian Yi was stunned, then kicked Qian Zi Muramasa away: "Get down, I'm only seventeen and I don't even have a girlfriend. How can I have a son as old as you?"

"I also find it incredible. Perhaps this is the bad fate. My body is integrated with the spiritual bases of multiple gods, and you should be able to feel that the spiritual base with the largest proportion is the spiritual base of Susanoo." Senko Muramasa explained the reason.

"Blue God Susanoo?" Qian Yi nodded. His personality mask was Izanagi, and Susanoo, also known as Susanoo, was Izanagi's son in mythology. "Since you are my son, then you should show some filial piety and get out of my way, otherwise I will use you as the 'concept of the holy sword' to fill the holy spear."

"I really want to get out of the way, but it's my unreasonable boss who gave me the task. Really, giving me this spiritual foundation, he actually wants his son to beat his father." Qianzi Muramasa complained about his unreasonable boss.

If Susanoo fights Izanagi, isn't that simply courting death?

My ultimate skill, Tsukuru Muramasa (Sword of the Heavenly Clouds), is a pure attack in the opponent's hand, but...

Qian Zi Muramasa looked at the black and red sword in Qian Yi's hand, which he had never seen before, and couldn't help asking: "Father, you don't use the Ama Murakumo sword?"

"I don't have that skill." Qian Yi shook his head. He hadn't learned that trick yet.

Sengo Muramasa paused. He didn't even bring the sword of Ama-no-Murakumo from the lower world. He probably didn't bring the Amanuma Spear, the Yasakani no Magatama, the Yata Mirror, or anything like that either.

And looking carefully, his father's aura seemed very weak. He seemed to be in the normal lower realm and was subject to extremely severe restrictions. In that case... he could win!

"Essence, understanding, completion of concept, convergence, forging technique, critical point." Sengoku Muramasa decisively started. He knew very well that even if the opponent did not have a divine weapon in his hand, he was definitely not an opponent he could easily contend with. Therefore, directly using the strongest blow to decide the outcome was the only chance of winning!

The raging flames spread outward with him as the center. Reality was distorted at this moment. The sky was dyed blood red. The scorched wilderness was dead silent. An eternal flame burned at the intersection of heaven and earth. In this endless wilderness, swords were scattered all over the ground like decayed ruins.

"Is this, an inherent barrier?" Artoria exclaimed in surprise when she saw this scene. Isn't this a skill that only a great magician can possess? That red-haired guy is actually a great magician?

"Reaching this point is the gathering of all things, severing karma, severing fate, severing karma, and also severing the self..."

Sengo Muramasa had forgotten everything in the outside world at this moment, and began to devote himself to the sword. The sound of molten fire, the sound of blowing wind, the sound of forging, the countless blades forged by his own hands within the inherent barrier shattered and scattered like snowflakes, gathering in the swordsmith's hands, and transformed into—

"Dumuga Muramasa!"

The ultimate swordsmith held in his hand the divine sword that was forged with countless efforts and piles of swords. When he was about to swing the eight-fold blade and cut out a blow that could cut through time, space, and even cause and effect, the sword in his hand disappeared.

"The usurper of Tianfeng!" Qian Yi snatched the Thousand Sons Blade, grabbed it, and refined it in an instant!

Tsumu Karimura merged into his body, becoming a part of Izanagi, and then guided out his new divine will - Heavenly Sword from the Clouds.

Qian Yi raised his right hand, and the wind and clouds surged. The power of the sky wrapped around his arm and slowly rotated, swallowing up the air at an astonishing speed, and set off a violent hurricane. In an instant, the wind direction near Camelot was changed, and the fragments of buildings, forests and sea water were swept up by the strong wind and headed towards the sky-reaching clouds. Among the clouds, it seemed as if there were countless snake heads and tails roaring at the sky. The scene was weird and inexplicable.

The man who controlled the Heavenly Sword from the Clouds stood in the center of this hurricane, like gods standing in the clouds of the sky, extremely calm and majestic.

"This... This is no longer a sword." Sengo Muramasa couldn't believe his eyes. He had always thought that the Ame Murakumo sword was a sword, but...

And you tell me this is a celestial phenomenon?!

Is this the same sword I forged?!

Qian Yi ignored Qian Zi Muramasa's shock and calmly put down his raised hand. The Sky Sword Congyun then slashed towards the enemy. The alien apostle who had fused with the spiritual base of the composite gods turned into snow-white ashes the moment he touched the Sky Sword Congyun, fell to the ground, and turned into part of the island in the sea.

"Qian Yi, well done." Morgan breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Qian Yi destroy the enemy, and then urged, "Quick, help me back to the throne. I can still protect Britain, I can still... You, what are you doing?!"

Morgan was carried by Qian Yi. She never thought that one day she would be carried on someone's shoulders like a child, but at this time, she didn't care about it.

As long as she returned to the throne, she could connect the throne's magic circuit to her heart. As long as she returned to her own place, she would be able to burn herself and continue to defend Britain and everything that belonged to her. However, the familiar throne was slowly moving away from her sight.

She found that Qian Yi did not take her back to the throne, but took her outside.

"Let me go! I want to go back! I can still save Britain!" Morgan punched and kicked Qian Yi under her, but her magic power was almost exhausted, and she was stabbed by Qian Zi Muramasa, so she had no strength at all, and even hitting people looked cute.

"No." Qian Yi refused.

"Why?!" Morgan roared.

"Because I have already issued a band dissolution tax, and we are all currently part of the community of shared destiny of Great Britain. I haven't learned how to pull you back from the underworld, so if you die, it means you're quitting the band, and quitting the band means the band will disband, and I won't allow the band to disband." Qian Yi pushed Morgan, who was sliding down his shoulder, up. She was on the verge of collapse, and Qian Yi had to use his strength to hold her up.

"I'll pay your taxes! Let me go back!"

"One hundred million." Qian Yi quoted the price.

"Wait until I protect Britain. Then the throne will belong to you and Bawan Xi. You can take as much as you want! Take as much as you want!!"

"Isn't one hundred million too low..." Qian Yi began to think that the price of the band's dissolution tax was unreasonable.

I'll go back and ask Xiangzi how much the fee should be. It would be best if it's an amount that would make people give up the idea of disbanding the band at a glance, but not so much that it would discourage those who really want to play in a band and form a community with a shared destiny.

"Altria, you are also a fairy from Paradise! You are here with the mission of saving Britain! Then give me my weapon quickly and help me back to the throne!" Morgan struggled desperately, but found that he could not break free at all, so he could only ask for help from Altria next to him.

Holding the Staff of Selection and the Spear of End, Artoria looked at Qian Yi hesitantly.

"Liya, even if you save Britain, the fairy kingdom, it will disappear anyway, so it might as well be destroyed." Qian Yi replied, "I've already asked Kiana to take away the fairies you care about and some kind-hearted ones. As for the rest, we don't have the ability to do that. We can only mourn for them in silence."

"I have the power! I can stop it!" Morgan shouted.

Qian Yi ignored Morgan and instead freed a hand to touch the head of the sad-looking Child of Prophecy, comforting him, "Liya, you're a kind-hearted child. It's inevitable that you'll feel sad for the passing of those fairies. In that case, turn your sadness into appetite and eat more barbecue tonight to commemorate them. When I think about a cute and kind fairy like you living so happily, I believe those dead fairies will be happy too. After all, we are all kind fairies."

"Wow~, really? Do you really think so?" asked Altria.

"Of course, the kind goblins will definitely bless you, and if the evil goblins die, wouldn't that be a double blessing?"

"That seems to be the case. I'm going to eat more tonight to commemorate the deceased."

Seeing that the child was so easy to fool, Qian Yi took the opportunity to change the subject: "Is there anything you want to eat? You can order it in advance so that I can prepare it."

"Things I like, let me think, ah, I thought of chocolate! I want to eat chocolate!" Artoria could feel that Qian Yi was lying to her, but she felt that even if Qian Yi lied to her, he must have his reasons, so she simply chose to believe it.

Morgan, standing by, saw his junior being manipulated like this. His hopes of returning to the throne were instantly dashed, and he couldn't help but curse: "Altria, this man is a despicable liar! A wicked betrayer! A scumbag who plays with women! Don't believe his lies!!"

She struggled desperately, trying to get the two men to let her go, but no one paid any attention to her. Finally, Morgan couldn't help but burst into tears as she watched her throne disappear from her sight bit by bit.

My Britain!

My Great Britain!!

My fairy country Britain!!!

Chapter 73: Flying Haji Dragon, What Have You Done? (6K)

Xiujin Academy.

After a long time, Qianyi finally returned to school.

As if he had foreseen his return, Yamada Ryo sat in his seat coldly, not even looking up, and asked, "Qian Yi, did you do it?"

"Yes, Liang, I did it. I have obtained the original napkin!" Qian Yi told everything about his trip to Great Britain and how he issued the band dissolution tax.

"Oh oh oh! You're really amazing! Destroying the world the moment the band's disbandment tax is issued is so rock and roll!" Yamada Ryo gave a thumbs up.

How can people be so rock and roll, skipping school as soon as they say they want to, issuing a band dissolution tax as soon as they say they want to, and finally blowing up the world and setting the entire fairy country on fire.

Oh my god! That's so cool!

You were born to play in a band.

"So, this is the reason why you skipped school for more than a month?" Yidi Zhihongxia was speechless. She tried to make up a more appealing story, such as joining a mysterious academy and becoming an S-level to slay a dragon, traveling through seven parallel universes in seven days, or speedrunning through the Italian mafia in nine days.

"Hongxia, this is a necessary step for me to become the Prime Minister of Japan in the future. Yes, regard it as necessary training and price." Qianyi studies in order to become the Prime Minister of Japan, but if he delays his training to become the Prime Minister in order to study, wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse!

"I see, there's actually this way of asking for leave. I've learned it." Yamada Ryo nodded and decided to say tomorrow that he wanted to be the President of the Earth and ask for leave for a year first.

"You two are also gods." Hong Xia was speechless.

You don't learn the good things, but only the bad things, right?

We need to get these two to do something else quickly, otherwise these two talented people might suddenly disappear one day, and then the news of the bombing of Tokyo Tower will spread.

Hong Xia decided to use music to change the two of them: "By the way, Qianyi, do you want to join our New Star Band? Although it's just Liang and I right now, if you join, the band can be initially formed~!"

"Of course, although I haven't issued a band disbandment tax in this world, I have already put together a band that will never disband, so it doesn't matter anymore. You can form a band with as many people as you want." Qian Yi agreed readily.

"Qian Yi, I just noticed a contradiction in your story." Liang suddenly spoke.

"What's the contradiction?" Qian Yi was puzzled.

"You said you would announce the band's disbandment after the concert, but before the last song was over, the Horned God's attack had already arrived. So, how did you announce the band's disbandment? Or did you set a timer?" Because he thought Qianyi's story was very interesting and asked him to explain it in detail in some places, Yamada Ryo remembered every detail very clearly.

Qian Yi was stunned, and then his expression slowly turned into horror.

Oh no! My Great Britain!

He picked up his schoolbag and started running home.

"Rock, so cool." Liang gave Qian Yi's back a thumbs up with both hands.

?

As soon as he approached the door of his home, a strong and murderous atmosphere hit him in the face. Qian Yi could feel that there was some incredible monster hiding in his home.

This made his hand, which was on the door handle and ready to open the door, pause for a moment. He pulled his hand back, took a deep breath, and put it back again, trying desperately to muster up the courage to press the door handle, but his hand couldn't stop shaking.

Oops, this feeling.

It's like the prelude to the upcoming battle in "Yuno Sora".

This happened repeatedly several times, and Qian Yi felt that cold sweat was about to break out, but suddenly he heard a crackling sound. Raindrops as big as beans fell to the ground, splashing on his schoolbag, clothes and hands, leaving a dark water stain.

Huh, is it raining?

I thought I was almost wiped out and there was only one ninja left, ready to be steamrolled, but when I found out that the opponents were Combat Super Brother, White Mask, and Edo World Itachi, I was so scared and stressed that I broke out in a sweat.

Qian Yi pressed the doorknob and gently pushed open the door to the entrance. There was silence inside and no one was there. This silence made him even more nervous because the silence was just a sign of the coming storm. As expected, as he changed his shoes and put down his schoolbag, Morgan's roar was heard in the house.

"Why are you playing Miko no Kayo?!"

Morgan, who woke up from a coma, met Artoria and his three fairy knights, and then discovered that his relationship with the fairy kingdom of Britain was completely severed. He changed his previous cold and calm image and his expression became gloomy and ferocious.

Melyuchina looked at Morgan who was glaring at her, and said calmly: "Your Majesty Morgan, please don't pressure me. I am going to rebel."

"Tsk, Lancelot, you...are you planning to betray like you did in Panhuman History?" Morgan's face was gloomy.

"I didn't say anything like that," Melyuzina said.

Knowing that this guy was no longer interested in Great Britain, Morgan stopped talking nonsense and turned to look at Altria who was eating yogurt in Kuangxuan Qianyi's refrigerator.

Because the Fairy Kingdom is gone, she is homeless, so she can only live with Qianyi for now.

"Hey, Altria." Because she was not one of them, Morgan became impolite.

"Your Majesty, do you want some yogurt too?" Artoria asked cutely with a spoon of yogurt in her mouth.

"Do you still have that kind of leisure time? Isn't your mission to save Britain? Why can you still be so leisurely when Britain is destroyed?"

"I don't know, Qian Yi didn't say."

"Altria, are you a genius at finding fault? Were you really born to save Britain, and not just to belittle me?"

Morgan's brows were almost furrowed, her lips slightly pursed, as if she was suppressing some kind of emotional outburst, and her fair skin turned rosy at this moment.

No, can’t the temperature in Qianyi’s house be lowered a bit?

She glanced at everyone in the room, and the moment her eyes fell on Bhavan Shi, her emotions instantly broke down.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, mother." Bawan Xi's voice trembled. She knelt on the ground in despair, not daring to look directly into Morgan's eyes. She apologized repeatedly: "I... didn't expect it to become... like that... I'm sorry..."

Morgan hesitated to speak.

At this moment, her face was full of an expression that said, "I'm under a lot of pressure from overtime, I've lost the job I've been working on for two thousand years, my subordinates are more rebellious than the other, and my daughter has diaper rheumatism. Why shouldn't I just die?"

Qian Yi, who had just arrived at the battlefield, looked at the people in the living room who wished they had a table each, and only Ba Wan Xi was kneeling on the ground crying. His mind was full of question marks.

No, did you form a five-person team while I was at school?

Who tried their best? Who committed a crime? Who chose a hero too specifically? Who played without teamwork? Who was unsympathetic?

"Qian Yi! You traitor! I trusted you so much! But you ran away when Britain and I needed you the most!!" Morgan, who didn't know how to coax Bawan Xi, simply shifted his resentment to another target when he saw Qian Yi appear.

"Indeed, it is my responsibility to bring about the destruction of your Great Britain." Qian Yi took the responsibility directly on himself, and then changed the subject: "But I will not apologize for this."

"???" Morgan opened his mouth wide, his heart almost broken by the shock of Qian Yi's extraordinary words.

"Morgan, you are too rigid. It is only your Great Britain that is destroyed, but our Great Britain still exists here! We can completely start from scratch and rebuild a brand new Great Britain."

"How confident are you that you say such things? A human like you, with a lifespan of only a hundred years, can you shoulder the responsibility of my life and the future of Great Britain?!"

Morgan spent two thousand years and even used the power of the Imagination Tree to build Great Britain to the state it was in when Qianyi arrived. How could she possibly build it from scratch now?

Don’t make promises easily if you can’t do it!

Anyone else might not be able to handle this situation, but who is Qian Yi? He's the man who will conquer the multiverse, become the cosmic overlord, and impose a band disbandment tax on the multiverse. If the mountain doesn't come to me, I'll go to the mountain. If you dare to be arrogant, I'll be a straight ball. If you dare to be stubborn, I'll go crazy. If you dare to go crazy, I'll punch you twice. If you dare to play with gravity with me, I'll be more gravity than you.

"A mere hundred years?" Qian Yi smiled. "It won't take that long. I swear here. In ten years, no, five years, within five years, I will make you the king of a new Great Britain far larger than the Fairy Kingdom. Otherwise, my child will become my destined enemy, destroy my band, my regime, and my shared destiny, and expel me from this world, never to be able to return home."

No, why are you crazier than me?