Give Zongman some collapse shock

"These idiots, don't come over here, obey the order, retreat! Back off!"

Esdeath was getting a little impatient.

The chill in this area was enough to freeze even a frost-wielding Imperial Artifact user like her. In other words, if Xilin so desired, the entire army would be frozen into ice the moment they entered the area, only to be crushed to smithereens by the forces behind them.

"Tsk, what a bummer."

Xilin's face was filled with displeasure. Some of the non-commissioned officers in these troops were guilty of serious crimes. The majority of the others were innocent and were planned to be either dismissed or retained.

Xilin can't kill them all.

However, it's a good opportunity for Esdeath to see it.

"Om-"

The atmosphere vibrated for a few seconds, and the legs of the charging army left the ground as they ran.

Of course, something like moving too fast to escape gravity was impossible. Several black balls in the sky emitted gravity, controlling the entire army. As Xilin pointed downward, the gravity turned into repulsion, and the army fell instantly.

No matter if it was a warhorse, a dangerous species, or a powerful individual in the army, they all lost their ability to move under one blow.

"It's really hard to control the force required to step on an ant without killing it."

Sirin turned her gaze to Esdeath: "You're right, right? The Empire is the strongest?"

Although the tone was clearly mocking and disdainful, Esdeath did not feel the slightest bit of anger in her heart.

The heart, like the temperature of the body, becomes cold.

"You're right."

Tactics, martial arts, crushed by sheer force. Everything he had seemed a farce, not even a game, to the girl before him. Continuing to struggle would only make him look even more utterly humiliated and ridiculous.

Instead of doing this, it is better to follow the laws of nature.

It is natural that the weak should eat the strong.

"You are stronger than me. Whether you want to humiliate me or make me submit, it is the right of the strong."

Esdeath took a deep breath and was extremely serious.

The strong dominate the weak.

The strong oppress the weak.

The principles she has always believed in, now apply to herself, she naturally has to follow them.

"Even if I'm killed, I have no complaints. If you want to use my power, as long as you remain strong, I will always be at your feet."

"interesting."

Xilin smiled and lifted Esdeath's chin: "You mean, one day you will surpass me and dominate me in turn?"

"You can kill me here if you're scared."

"I was originally worried that the blow would be too severe, but now it seems my worries were unnecessary. You are indeed my type. Esdeath, remember this moment of unwillingness and become stronger. I admire your ambition. If you can do it, please give it a try. But until then, from today on, you are my servant."

Chapter 120 Miss Okita's great victory!

Night attack on the stronghold.

The six Night Raid elite killers looked up at the live broadcast in the sky together.

After the young emperor was executed, Minister Ernest was placed under a kind of protection, left to the common people to be tortured endlessly, while his body continued to regenerate. Everything in the old empire seemed to have come to an end.

Najeshitan, the leader of the night raid, stared blankly up. The cigarette burned out at her fingertips, and she felt a burning pain in her fingers, and finally came to her senses.

He glanced back at his subordinates who were either worried or confused.

Najeshitan opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything in the end.

Comforting?

Now even she herself feels confused.

"Boss, from now on..."

Leone hesitated.

"What we should worry about now is not our future, but the next move of the revolutionary army."

The more mature Brand sighed. "We, the Night Raid, are a subsidiary of the Revolutionary Army. Logically, we should consider things from their perspective. But... as much as I hate to admit it, in the current situation, the Revolutionary Army has become the source of chaos."

After saying that, they all looked at Najeshitan.

As the leader of the night raid, Najeshitan is the person with the closest connection to the Revolutionary Army and knows the situation of the Revolutionary Army best.

"I know what you want to say. The Revolutionary Army... has already lost."

Najeshitan lit another cigarette and seemed silent.

The Revolutionary Army was nominally an uprising organization formed by the people to resist the tyranny of the Empire. But Najeshitan knew very well that the Revolutionary Army was not clean.

It was an organization formed by several great nobles in the southern part of the empire, whose corruption had reached its limit and whose end was foreseeable. They were formed to maintain their privileges in the new era. The truth was, the high-ranking officials of the revolutionary army were practically no different from the imperial nobility; they were all equally corrupt and disgusting.

It's just the lesser of two evils.

Compared to the rotten Empire, the Revolutionary Army still has room for change, which is why Najeshitan works for it.

And today.

"If the images in the sky are real, then this unknown force has undoubtedly won the hearts and minds of the people throughout the empire."

He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world.

The revolutionary army no longer has the chance to replace the empire. On the contrary, the southern nobles will not accept this and will force the revolutionary army to continue fighting even if they lose the greater good.

"Leave the Revolutionary Army."

Najeshitan sighed, "A revolutionary army that has lost its righteousness is no longer worthy of our service. With the emperor and ministers dead, even if they invade the imperial capital, they will be unable to stabilize the people. In fact, the people will extremely resist the rule of the revolutionary army that 'killed the hero.'"

"So, are we going to disband?"

"Or join the new empire?"

Najeshitan thought for a moment and shook her head: "No, we are assassins. Ever since we established Night Raid, I didn't think we would end up well. Everyone..."

"Same for us."

"A killer is a killer. We have long been aware of this."

"Well, that puts my mind at ease. Everyone, I want to temporarily suspend all assassination missions. Please be patient for the time being. Let's see if this new empire is different from the old one."

Everyone looked at each other, as if this was the only way.

Suddenly, Lubbock's expression became serious.

"BOSS, enemies are invading!"

Lubbock possesses the Imperial Gear [Protean Cross Tail], allowing him to manipulate silk threads and deploy numerous traps around his base. If anyone triggers a trap, Lubbock will be instantly aware of it. However, this time, the intruder showed no signs of retreat. Rather than triggering the trap, he actively destroyed it.

Everyone quickly picked up their weapons and gathered at the gate of the stronghold according to Lubbock's instructions.

"Is this an intruder?"

A pretty girl with blonde hair and a long sword hanging from her waist stood at the gate of the night raid base.

Wearing a light green haori with a smile on her face, she gives people a lively, playful and a little reckless feeling.

"Good evening everyone from the Night Raid... Um, you are the Night Raid, right? I'm Okita Souji, and I'm here under the Master's orders to recruit you all to surrender."

Okita Souji frowned slightly, thinking carefully: "Oh, right, Master said that although it might not be used, he still asked me to bring some evidence. Yes, evidence of the Revolutionary Army's crimes."

The female swordsman took out a stack of documents from her kimono.

No one from the night raid team stepped forward, staring at Okita Souji with vigilance.

This female swordsman appeared carefree and carefree, but the Night Raid members, as assassins, not only sensed a similar aura from her, but also... an extremely dangerous one.

The faint hostility was naturally noticed by Souji Okita.

"What's wrong? Oh, yes, that's right. To win over the enemy, we need to demonstrate our strength. So, do we want a duel?"

Draw your long sword and get ready.

"Tenen Rishin-ryu, Okita Souji, please teach me."

Everyone in the night raid was stunned for a moment. Does this female swordsman really understand what she is doing?

They were the Night Raid, the ruthless assassins feared throughout the Imperial Capital. This was the Night Raid's lair, and all of them were Imperial Artifact Users. And this female swordsman, all by herself, came to recruit them, even preparing to defeat them 1v6?

"Sir, are you a subordinate of the Emperor of the New Empire?"

Najeshitan asked cautiously.

"New Empire? Oh, everyone keeps saying Empire or Port or something like that. I think Miss Silin mentioned that our country is called the Empire of the End. But as for Emperor, that shouldn't be it. Master said that titles like Your Majesty are awkward, so he refused."

Souji Okita was completely unreserved and even a little familiar.

I don’t understand why!

But it should be acknowledged that they are officials of the new empire?

Najeshitan glanced at her subordinates and decided to be cautious.

There is absolutely no need to be hostile to the New Empire, but I have never thought of submitting to it.

It just so happened that the other party proposed a competition, and I could take this opportunity to test the other party's fighting strength.

"We have no intention of becoming enemies with the New Empire, nor do we intend to surrender. If you desire a duel, we are willing to accept it. Rest assured, although we are an assassin organization, we will fight in an upright manner."

Najeshitan glanced at Chitong and said, "Chitong, be careful not to hurt anyone."

It can be considered as a display of sincerity.

Chi Tong nodded blankly and took a step forward.

Both girls were swordsmen. The moment their eyes met, their figures disappeared. They clashed with inhuman speed, their long swords slashing against each other, leaving sparks in the air.

The winner is decided in three breaths.

Okita Souji's long sword was pointed directly at Akame's chest, and if he took a step forward he would be able to pierce his opponent's heart.

This result made all the members of the Night Raid stunned in surprise.

"Akagiri, lost?"

And in such a short time.

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, the female swordsman smiled, sheathed her sword, and made a scissors gesture: "Ms. Okita, a big victory! Poof—"

After making a victory declaration, Ms. Okita was so excited that she spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground weakly.

Everyone panicked during the night attack.

"Hey! Don't die here with us!"

"Is this a conspiracy of the New Empire?"

"Let the messenger die here, and then we can justifiably wipe out the Night Raid?"

"Save her! Save her! She must be saved!"

Chapter 121: Miss Okita is the Master’s sweetheart.

The strategy for the world of Zhan Mei is not limited to the Empire.

Outside the imperial territory, there are many kingdoms and ethnic groups. These forces provide space for the ship girls to perform.

The initial upgrades to the magic warships weren't complete; the engraving of sacred texts required the assistance of blacksmiths, leading to a relatively long construction period. However, thanks to the efforts of Brie and the others, the other warships had already completed their modernizations, equipped with missiles and other weaponry. Their firepower, in the world of Zelda: The Legend of Zelda: The Last Airbender, was already a crushing advantage.

Therefore, three hundred ship girls carried a group of elf soldiers and began the grand conquest of the world.

The subsequent work within the Empire and the handling of the Revolutionary Army were all handed over to several Herrschers and Heroic Spirits.

"Feudal society is really complicated."

Looking at the battle reports coming back from all over the place, Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel a headache.

Information transmission is inefficient, management is loose, and the nobles are ignorant and arrogant. They are all the kind of people who won't cry until they see the coffin. Only when those bastards are tied to the guillotine will the arrogant nobles know how to cry bitterly.

Although the local armies of each kingdom resisted on various battlefields, the civilians accepted the new rulers very smoothly.

After all, for a group that has been oppressed, once they have enough to eat, they will cry out for a benevolent and wise ruler. The brand new version that the KanColles have refreshed for the world is simply like the reincarnation of gods to save all living beings.