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Isn't this a common trope in horror movies? But would any ghost dare to come here?
Heroic spirits, goddesses, death gods, superhumans, paladins—which ghost would dare to come here and scare people?
Just then, a faint voice sounded behind him, startling him so much that he quickly turned around to look.
Have you... forgotten me?
Chang Yan, disguised as a heroic spirit, looked at everyone with a pained expression.
Although this proved that his "invisible" plan was successful, Chang Yan did not want to be completely forgotten.
"Oh, it's you, Mr. Foreigner. I'm sorry, you're so unnoticed, I forgot about you. I'm really sorry."
Chang Yan, the number one speaker, was also a little embarrassed and quickly apologized.
"It's alright, but how should the house be divided next?"
Chang Yan shook his head, indicating that he didn't care, but the allocation of rooms became a problem.
"Um, then—"
"Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling————"
A sudden ringing interrupted him.
"What's the matter?"
"I do not know."
"Hey, you guys over there, what are you standing there for? Those who can't fight, go to the cafeteria for refuge. Those who can fight, go to the front lines. The elemental army is attacking again."
A rough male voice came from over.
"...Oh, we're new here."
"Didn't anyone explain the situation to you? Sigh, whatever. Those without fighting ability, run to the cafeteria for refuge; it's protected by a magic array. Those with fighting ability, go to the front lines of the stronghold, but don't panic too much; Master Chang Yan is here—"
"Hmm? Several Master Changyan? Oh, I remember now, you must be Master Changyan's brothers! Enough talk, hurry up and catch up."
The man was also shocked, but having probably heard the news, he grabbed a gun and ran forward.
"Should we go?"
"Go and have a look."
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"Hey, there are even more of them this time than we did last time!"
Chang Yan, number three, looked at the massive elemental army below the plateau with some surprise.
Although those around him were exclaiming in surprise at their identical faces to the sixth guardian, Chang Yan, he was already numb.
"Well, let's see how Number Six performs first. If he's not up to par, then we'll go for it. Having a base is better than having none."
Meanwhile, in an open space nearby, Lancer Artoria whispered to Fujimaru Tachibana.
"Master, should I take action?"
With her strength, she could easily annihilate the elemental army below.
Although she is a goddess who has been demoted to a Heroic Spirit, her strength should not be underestimated.
"Hey, are you sure you can do it?"
"No doubt about it, Master."
"Hmm...then you can make your move later. Let's see if you can deal with Mr. Changyan first."
"I understand. Oh, Master, there's one more thing I'd like to ask you to keep in mind."
"What is it, Artoria-neechan?"
Fujimaru Tachibana raised her head in confusion and looked at Artoria's face.
Unfortunately, her face was covered by an ornate helmet, completely obscuring her complexion.
Artoria released a small amount of her divine aura to prevent others from spying on her, and then said:
"Be careful of that foreigner. I can feel that unparalleled resentment emanating from him."
Her words were very cold, but Fujimaru Tachibana could hear the concern hidden in them.
"That resentment was the purest and most immense I had ever seen in my life. Even the demon I sealed away in the past (Artoria Mists) was nothing but an ant in the face of that resentment."
"Hey, hey, but he was the one who saved us when we first fell from the sky!"
Fujimaru Tachibana's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly recounted how Chang Yan had saved them earlier.
Artoria nodded and said:
"I see. But Master, you should still be careful. Remember to stay by my side and don't wander off."
At this moment, Artoria was like a parent taking care of a child, full of worries and exhaustion.
"Mmm Good."
At this moment, the elemental army reached the foot of the plateau and suddenly stopped marching.
This move left many who were prepared for battle completely baffled.
Normally, those elemental armies never stop; they just keep moving forward. But why did they suddenly stop today?
It's a scam!
"Master Changyan, what should we do? Should we attack?"
A man dressed as a mage walked up to Chang Yan, number six, and asked.
"Wait a minute, they seem to have something to say to us."
Number Six, Chang Yan, frowned as he watched a humanoid atmospheric elemental flying towards them, and told the mage to stand behind.
"Hello, Mr. Changyan. My master asked me to pass on a message to you."
"Speak your mind."
“My master said that as long as you hand over the group of people who just arrived at your stronghold, he will never send troops to attack this stronghold again, and he guarantees that 10 days after you hand over the group, you can return to your original world.”
Chapter 136 You bunch of idiots!
(I have final exams next Monday, which last until Wednesday, so you know, today is probably my last update this week.)
(By the way, when will Sesshouin's pond open? I'm so tired of waiting.)
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The conditions described by the atmospheric elements instantly made the crowd noisy.
Because the condition given by the manipulator of that elemental army was that they could return to their original world.
Simply put, it's about going home!
Going home—what an alluring word.
These two simple words encapsulate the hopes of countless people.
"Really...really...can we really go back...?"
These were the words spoken in a trembling voice by an elderly man with a wrinkled face, carrying a Gatling gun in one hand.
"Hey, everyone be careful! This is definitely a divisive tactic, trying to sow discord among us, make us fight each other, and then they'll reap the benefits. Don't fall for their tricks!"
At this moment, the mage standing next to Changyan No. 6 immediately turned around and shouted to the people below the wall to control the chaos.
"Yes, everyone, think about it. How long did these elemental armies chase us? How many of us did they kill? How much suffering did they make us endure? Now they think they can just dismiss us with a few words? I'm telling you, that's impossible!"
Some rational people also joined the monk in shouting, trying to control the situation.
Countless stories tell us that no matter how impregnable a castle may be, once it is internally divided, the title of that castle becomes a joke.
"Well said! You damned elements, eat shit!"
Some people who recalled their previous tragic experience were so enraged by these words that they wanted to rush out immediately and fight the elemental army for three hundred rounds.
Then they ganged up on him and beat him into a pulp.
"But...but what if...what if they could really let us go back?"
"Yeah, what if it were true..."
"I really want to go back and have a cup of xx milk tea from the shop downstairs."
"I really want to go back... My baby should have been born by now, but I don't even know if it's a boy or a girl..."
"I just want to grind the game, I haven't logged in for so long... Waaah, how many waifus am I going to miss out on!"
These are some guys who are very attached to going home because that's where they have something to care about, but their will isn't very strong.
Under the influence of this group, more and more people began to hesitate, and some even looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others with ill intentions.
"Hey, are these guys idiots?"
Chang Yan No. 4 looked at the group with a grim expression, and gradually stood back to back in a circle with the remaining four Chang Yans.
"Master, stand carefully behind me. Caster, stand behind Master and protect her. Don't worry, Master, as long as I'm here, no one will hurt you."
Lancer Artoria pulled Fujimaru Tachibana behind her and gave Caster a warning, telling them to be wary of the people around them.
If anyone dares to lay a hand on her Master, she will surely pierce that person's body with her spear, using blood to warn their treacherous hearts.
She is not the original King Arthur, Artoria, therefore, she will not be merciful.
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The Lancer Artoria we summoned: After drawing the Sword of the Chosen King, she uses the Holy Lance as her main weapon, her body grows, and she approaches the level of a god.
In the story, the Lion King simultaneously wields the Sword of Kings, the Sword of Oath, and the Holy Lance. He uses the Sword of Kings and the Sword of Oath as his main weapons in turn. After the Battle of Camlann, because Becky failed to return the Sword of Oath, he picks up the Holy Lance again, gains immortality, and his personality is assimilated by the Holy Lance, becoming a god.
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Even if King Arthur were here, he wouldn't be unable to distinguish between what's important and what's not.
"Master, please stand by our side."
"Hmph, people are all like this, it makes me want to vomit."
Jeanne Alter looked at the people around him with disdain, then stood side by side with Jeanne in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"Oh, foreigner boy, please stand behind my Master. If this were my Shin-Nichiburi, all these people would have to undergo a philosophical re-examination."
"Teacher, let me help you!"
"Coach Billy, I'm here!"
"My lord knight, I've arrived too!"
The three players all ran towards their teacher.
At this time-
"Shut the hell up, you bunch of idiots!"
A man's angry roar stunned everyone!
It's Wang Lei.
It was he who just uttered that roar.
His face was flushed red from shouting so loudly.
But judging from his expression, you could tell he was going to keep roaring.
"Just because of a few words of nonsense from the enemy, you're already thinking this and that, even wanting to hand your own people over to those bastards! [Whoosh!] You're all idiots, who are?!"
"But we really miss home..."
A weak voice came from the boy next to him.
Judging from his youthful face, you can tell he's still quite young.
"I miss you! [whoosh] [whoosh]!"