Chapter 156: Fifty Thousand Troops! A Mob of Rogues

Europe is a strange place.

Any power seeking to dominate Europe must have the resolve to face down a horde of enemies alone—and this, like historical tradition, is something Napoleon claimed to agree with, and the German Empire also affirmed. Even Attila, who had only recently died on the battlefield of Châlons, declared that you people lack martial virtue: so many factions ganged up to beat me down.

Europe’s chaos has its reasons.

Inside the council hall, the others present gradually fell silent.

The stench of blood—sharp, thick—could be smelled clearly as soon as one entered Li’s mansion. Xu Dahu and Fang WuKui both frowned slightly; at first the smell wasn’t overwhelming, but as they drew closer to the inner courtyard, it grew stronger, until it became almost unbearable.

Fan Yanyan wandered the streets, trying to find a suitable toy for Ouyang Xueqi. He had never seen her play with toys before, so now he was puzzled, unsure what kind she might like.

When Ji Yechen entered the signing hall, he saw Mo Linghuan seated in the middle of EXO. His pupils widened slightly; his gaze locked onto Mo Linghuan, filled with shock, and he froze in place.

Without guessing, one could tell their unspoken understanding meant they had anticipated each other’s arrival.

Sheng Mingzhu smiled in agreement and made plans with Su Qingwan to visit the clinic together tomorrow—naturally, they must keep it discreet, for their current statuses were no longer what they once were.

After much thought, Fan Yanyan realized his personality was too prone to indecision; he couldn’t help letting out another heavy sigh.

The Sword Furnace descended and settled on the open ground outside the Sword Casting Manor’s gate, unleashing a thunderous crash that split the earth into several dozen-meter-long fissures. The martial artists gathered at the gate turned pale with shock, all struck dumb by the sight, overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness.

Why is Xueqi coming to see me now? What does she want? Fan Yanyan thought, watching Ouyang Xueqi wave at him with a smile. He sighed helplessly, rose, and walked out of the classroom to find out what she needed.

Zeng Mom smiled: “You little one, looks like you still remember how your father loved twisting logic! Don’t tell him I told you.” Zeng Bingbing paused, then smiled.

“Honestly, I think He Ziyang should’ve done this long ago—dragging things out until they became unavoidable.” If he’d acted sooner, none of what followed would’ve happened.

“I naturally don’t have time to fight you now—I must leave. If you can catch me, then I’ll truly fight you once. But judging by your current ability, you certainly can’t catch me. That’s quite a pity, isn’t it?”

“Evolution system activated,” Wang Hao said. Instantly, the system activated, and countless lines of code appeared on the screen.

Feng Lin sincerely admired him and made time to bring Liu Guangbo over—perhaps they would become friends.

The sun opened its eyes; Fenglei City, having slept through the night, began to stir. Though the planet Os was resource-poor, humans always had their hands full just to survive.

They were not on the same level. The Giant Spirit God had merely demonstrated a fraction of his power—and the Golden Sand Daoist had already been defeated.

Sword qi surged like a tidal wave, starlight brilliant; countless starry sword rays relentlessly hammered at Lin Chen’s form and spirit.

Bertrand, following orders from his former superior Pétain, indeed sent dozens of commissars to each Italian battalion, ostensibly to assist the Italians in battle.

“You...” Hong Haier gritted her teeth, furious at the thought of how this man’s few words had torn her family apart.

This, in fact, suited Zhukov and Pavlov, the two bitter rivals. At least Zhukov no longer had to deploy Pavlov’s troops, whom he distrusted, and Pavlov no longer had to endure Zhukov’s micromanagement.