Glancing at the screen where the picture appeared, Murata lowered his head and spoke as softly as he could, "Headquarters? I'm on mute. Just listen to me. The evacuation plan failed. We were intercepted by ghosts and gods. More than 300,000 people

It was divided into different directions and brought back to the city center."

"I don't know what's going on outside, but the Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts has begun in front of me, and there's also a suspected ghost king? A god? I don't know what it is, but it's a big show, and all the ghosts and gods are making way for him, come on."

Murata's words stopped abruptly when he said this. The curtain on the car at the end of the street across the street moved automatically without any wind. Under the rich darkness, a cold and hot gaze looked at him from hundreds of meters away.

An invisible pressure held everything he wanted to say in his throat.

It would be nice to give you a channel to communicate with the outside world. I also want to force Lai Lai to reveal all the news. Believe it or not, I will cut off the network cable for you now, eh? You are just a tool, just play a supporting role.

Come on, don't steal the show.

The moment the mountain-like pressure disappeared, Murata immediately hunched his neck and squatted on the ground with lightning speed. At the same time, he moved quickly, trying to secretly shift his position by using the crowd around him as a cover for his vision.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, not like the feedback of hitting a person at all, but like hitting metal. Murata's forehead hurt for a while. He touched his forehead with a grin, and the scene in front of him was a bit strange.

I don't know when, I am no longer surrounded by middle-aged men and women who are yelling randomly, and the investigation team members who are following me don't know where they have been squeezed out.

Standing in front of him were armored warriors who were over 1.9 meters tall, wearing heavy armor, with only a pair of faint blue eyes inside their exposed helmets.

He just bumped into the armor of one of the samurai's knees, so it's no wonder he felt pain.

"Wait, me"

Before he finished speaking, an arm wearing a steel gauntlet clamped his head, and then a strong force hit him. Murata only felt his eyes blur, and then his abdomen hit the cold armor hard.

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The severe pain made his old face suddenly turn pale.

Thump, click, click, click!

When he lowered his head back, he saw the crowds getting farther and farther away from him, and the faces of those people who looked happy, happy, and surviving the disaster. He couldn't tell what he was feeling at this time, just take it for yourself.

He was ordered to gamble, contact the headquarters, and deliver news to the outside world for his own consideration, but wasn't it also for these people?

I want to save you, but you are complacent because you are not the one who died?

Angry, scared, disappointed, the distorted look on Murata's round face resembled a super transformation form.

"Bring it here!"

A complicated psychological journey, Murata was thrown to the ground by the samurai using extremely rough methods. In the process, even the mobile phone in his pocket and the camera on his collar could not escape. The samurai on the side took it out and stabbed him.

With his painful left arm, Murata's head was controlled by a force and he raised his head to look directly at the carriage with the curtain opened. He saw a handsome young man wearing fiery red armor who resembled an ancient general, with medium-long hair and a thin face.

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The other person was lying on his side on the chair, holding his chin with one hand. He seemed lazy and carefree, but he carried an aura of fierceness and irritability, as if a natural disaster was about to riot at any time. I could vaguely see the slow subconscious of human beings.

Urging him to leave his current position.

At this time, a breeze suddenly blew through the dust on the ground and fell into Murata's eyes. The tears that burst out instantly blurred his vision. In a trance, he seemed to see a piece of bloody earth burned by black flames. Then, his hands kept moving.

He pressed his eyes voluntarily, and the confused scenery in front of him disappeared at the same time.

"Is this a telephone? We haven't communicated with the real world for a hundred years. Has human so-called science developed to this point?"

"It's quite interesting Murata, isn't it? Come and teach me how to use this thing."

The specially made mobile phone was dragged in the air by a black airflow, and the young man's fingers touched the screen little by little, but there was no change at all. Murata's mouth twitched as he walked into the carriage helplessly after being stared at by the samurai, adhering to the principle of caution and caution.

How do young people use mobile phones, but based on the difference in information, they hide the call screen in the background and start it, which is a little trick.

"Oh, that's interesting."

Holding his chin, the clone - Kagutsuchi glanced at the trembling Murata.

Bullying an old antique who doesn't know about modern technology? You have to cough up, okay, maintain the character. If the acting is bad, the bitch in the main body will definitely retaliate against him. As for the pain suffered by the shadow clone, it will also be reflected in the spirit of the main body.

Does a pervert whose soul plays with a clone care?

For the sake of his life, Kagutsuchi squinted his eyes and looked at Murata with a smile.

"Haha, you are very courageous. Those people are still scared by ordinary little monsters, just you. Haha, you are the second living person I have met with an unexpectedly good attitude since I came to the world. Come and let me see what you can do.

What interesting things can you show?"

The young man's eyes flickered slightly, and Murata only saw a bloody windmill. Then he fell into a trance and everything around him changed.

The bloody full moon, the dim and dilapidated land is filled with all kinds of weapons. Small ones include kunai, senbon, huge ones, and single-person battering rams that only appear in movies and TV shows. The exposed part is inserted into the ground.

A two-meter two-handed giant sword.

Is it an hallucination or is it really transferred to another space by that terrifying existence that I don’t know what it is? A completely unfamiliar environment, so many weapons, an ancient battlefield?

It is definitely not the ancient battlefield of the island country. Don’t watch anime, the battles between the ancient warriors of the island country in movies and TV shows are so cool and eye-catching. But in fact, hundreds of years ago, the island country was in the Warring States Period, and randomly gathered dozens of people.

With a few iron weapons, it can be called a xx war. A battle between two earthen "cities" about the size of the next village can be called a battle to destroy Guo.

Forget about being low-end in scale, what’s more terrifying is that the grade is also low-end. Full body armor? Don’t even think about it. Low-end samurai need to prepare their own weapons and equipment for daimyo and nobles to fight, let alone war horses and bull riding to experience fighting.

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In the ancient wars of the bronze and black iron ranks, it is very difficult to kill four people in a battle, let alone the weapons and equipment on the ground. There are tens of thousands, more than a hundred thousand, and the weapons are within sight.
Chapter completed!