Chapter 167: Dominate Europe! Rebuild the Empire (10,000 Characters)

Since ancient times, using recently surrendered enemy troops has always been an extremely risky move.

But what if Deng Ken gave them land and fields?

The Frankish tribes have not yet formed a true kingdom; they still follow the Germanic tribal clan system, where most land and wealth are held by chieftains and nobles, while the lower classes possess only a small share of property and land.

The original noble knights must surrender to Deng Ken if they wish to keep their land and wealth.

Dong Ru was cut off mid-sentence and fell silent, turning her head away without looking at him, while Wei Qilang stared at her deeply, his eyes filled with profound sorrow.

Chen Xuan did not hold back, landing three slaps that sent the man reeling, his face swollen into a pig’s head, blood and two white teeth spewing from his mouth.

At that moment, the monster pursuing Bao Yun and others climbed back onto the roof. Bao Yun and his group, having lost five evolvers, realized they could not kill the monster alone and all fled under cover of the chaos.

Liang Chen swallowed the last sip of pork rib soup, then wiped his mouth with the napkin Tang Yan handed him. Seeing how willingly she offered it, and glancing at Zhou Kegong standing dazed beside him, Liang Chen smiled inwardly—he understood a little.

Isn’t the Summer Solstice the day with the longest daylight and shortest night of the year? Doesn’t that mean eternal day and endless night?

“Heh. If our paths are meant to cross again, we shall meet naturally. This seclusion may last a long time, but I will surely make a trip to Ten Thousand Swords City!” Tian Yue said slowly.

Suddenly, Jin Ling’s heart jolted! She rose to rush into Tian Yue’s room—but stopped dead in place, standing still as she murmured to herself.

Tian Yue watched the two men strike without moving a muscle. At the instant they launched their attacks, a blade tip as thin as a cicada’s wing and a slightly rough palm appeared behind their skulls, striking both simultaneously as they released their flying swords.

Whether or not he was praised meant nothing to Sibao—he wasn’t close to the people in the old mansion—but if praised by his own family, he would be especially delighted.

Shen Yunqing chattered to Shen Qingcheng for a long while, constantly apologizing and begging for her forgiveness.

Bo Yu is stubborn—he holds fast to his beliefs and opinions, and not even ten oxen could pull him away.

A sinister voice whispered in Shen Qingcheng’s ear. She forced open eyelids heavy as a thousand catties, just in time to see a blade gleaming with cold light.

On the way, Duan Yiqiao received a WeChat message from Lin Jinyou—several photos. He immediately passed them to Ai Shangni, who gasped in horror, nearly dropping her phone.

Han Yun smirked and added, “If His Highness truly feels guilty, perhaps when you’re free, you could give my brother and me some pointers on our martial skills.”

Li Sheng sat upright with legs crossed, hands holding his tea drink resting on his knees, showing no intention to return the gesture.

Song Ning stepped over Matsumoto’s chest, waved her hand, and paper dolls instantly appeared, effortlessly eliminating the remaining foes.

The Heavenly Dao Saints have a maximum limit equal only to the Chaotic Ultimate Golden Immortal, one full rank below the Great Dao Saints; but the Four Polar Sacred Spirits, so long as the Primordial Chaos endures, need only continue cultivating—the Chaotic Great Luo Golden Immortal is merely their starting point, and reaching the Chaotic Ultimate Golden Immortal is merely a matter of time.

Zu Long looked at Yuan Feng and Zu Qilin: “The Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan both border the West—haven’t you noticed anything?”

After preparing two dishes Xiao Beilin loved, Shen Qingcheng carried them in both hands, with Tingyu following close behind, hurrying toward Yangxin Palace.

Mu Li wanted to explain, but felt that speaking now would imply he’d misunderstood her—wouldn’t that be inviting death? Better to say nothing. They’d meet tomorrow anyway; he could soothe her then.