Chapter 85: Reprinting Until the Paper Runs Out

Gu Ruoli couldn't help but laugh; she'd only uttered a single sentence before the Third Lady, swept up in her own thoughts, dashed away like a gust of wind, not giving her a chance to speak again.

By coincidence, a mobile phone slipped from her pocket. Su Wan had just picked it up when the screen lit up.

At that moment, nobody dared make another move. Even Amanda had been bested in a single blow; who else would risk stepping forward when the gap was so vast?

People of the Song dynasty often quoted Bismarck’s saying, “Truth exists within the range of cannons.” If others refused to compromise, they’d eliminate everything within their reach. It wasn’t just what their cannons could touch anymore—now the Japanese realized that the First Volunteer Brigade could also destroy anything within reach of their aircraft.

“You’re right. I’ll go check the outer courtyard,” Cui Yanxiao said. He returned to his room, changed into a deep-blue Lu silk robe, glanced at himself in the mirror, and strode out the door.

The Japanese ronin we usually speak of are those destitute samurai who lost their stipend and wandered after leaving their lords’ households.

According to the “Director’s Team’s” usual habits, the weapons and equipment transmitted are always as they were at the time before the travelers crossed over. In other words, BB63 was very likely in a disarmed state—a battleship museum with its main guns cemented shut.

“You said you’d let me go. Why are you trying to kill me now?” he shouted in a frenzy.

“It depends on what oil the ‘Director’s Team’ loaded onto the ship. If it’s crude from the Middle East, and BB63 doesn’t worry about carbon buildup, it could indeed burn simply processed crude,” Li Yuan replied.

Aside from the artillery units, there were barely a hundred or so people among the travelers who could truly fight with guns, so this airport defense position had almost no depth. That meant the enemy could easily play with withdrawal tactics followed by shelling—the space for magnetic warfare was entirely open.

“Who else could be worthy of the Dragon Prince title besides him?” Blood Red curled his lip, indirectly confirming Junjie’s speculation.

Lu Zimin wanted to discuss a collaboration with them. Since consensus had been reached, they needed to decide what to do next; wasting time was out of the question. This was important business, and Lu Ziqian valued it too, so he thought to invite Lu Zimin over, since this was essentially his home, and having his brother visit more often would be good.

“Take them away,” commanded Feng Ji, his face unchanging. The soldiers responded immediately, making a gesture of invitation before Liu Bei.

“Hey, I’ve been here so long and none of you have paid me any real attention,” Yu Ziqian said as she and the foreign boy approached them.

The Bald Chicken and Fake Liu, unlike Iron Hand Li, focused mainly on magic, so their foresight surpassed ordinary people. At this moment, though the four generals and secret guards seemed evenly matched, they sensed that after today, the name of the Eight Generals of the Ghost Bureau might become legend.

Now, Huo Wuxie dared not act brazenly in front of Wang Hui; he felt Wang Hui was a divine dragon, while he himself was but an ant. Yet in his heart, he cursed fiercely, vowing to kill Wang Hui.

As if sensing Tao Qian’s gaze, the latter turned abruptly; upon seeing it was Tao Qian, he nodded with a slight smile and immediately moved apart, but both felt a tacit understanding flash through their minds.

“All contestants, please come to the stage. Next is the voting round. Each student below has a ticket to cast into the box before their favorite contestant. If you understand the rules, you may begin,” the host announced, and everyone started coming up to vote.

The Bingzhou army’s camp, though within Luoyang, was some distance from Dong Zhuo’s residence—a half-hour’s journey at best. Dong Zhuo’s party barely arrived in time, with all Bingzhou officers already waiting at the gate.

Great swathes of radiant light erupted from the Terminator, each ray representing the passage of countless years and lost power. With every moment that passed, the Terminator faded further, and this process was irreversible, ending only when it vanished completely.

I was stunned, trying to reach for the crossbow bolt, but at that moment, the stone blocks in the passage trembled violently; damn, it seemed as if the entire place was about to collapse.

To prevent her master’s techniques from being stolen, Xuanyuan Lan simply conceded, admitting defeat without hesitation.

Though puzzled, one thing was clear: the Dragon Phoenix Stone was no ordinary item. There was a legend in China that whoever possessed the Dragon Phoenix Stone would rule the world. But what use did it have? Zi Bingxin resolved to study it, but just then, the Dragon Phoenix Seal disappeared.

Ye Feng glanced at Ye Molin, his eyes flickering, but said nothing, continuing to follow the Eighth Elder ahead.

Terrified, I retreated several steps, gasping for breath. That single eye kept surfacing in my mind, like a hand constantly disturbing my spirit, unsettling me. Sweat beaded on my forehead, my breathing growing rapid.

I still felt uneasy. Glancing at the coffin behind me, I sensed something was wrong, but responded to Fatty and followed him.

Yue Chenyin was so startled she instinctively kicked out! Her kick was formidable—though it couldn’t truly harm Li Luo, it was enough to send him flying!

“Plop, plop…” A few large raindrops fell on Xie Jin’s face. The sky grew darker, clouds gathering thickly as if a torrential downpour was imminent. Xie Jin, holding hands with Ying Hanshi, walked a few steps along the exposed riverbank when suddenly, her heart trembled.

The old Grand Tutor, seeing him so furious, could only sigh softly. Knowing the reason, he no longer tried to persuade him.

“This one, this one!” Pei Zhuxuan’s smile blossomed as she leaned in to peck Liu Xin’an’s cheek, then pointed to the first comment on the phone.

This was just a low-level character. Isla Province was extremely complex; on the surface it was managed by the five island lords and their original factions, but behind the scenes was the Assassin Alliance—now the returned Hall of Yama—and a small number from other halls of the Hong Alliance.