Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 138 Little Ying's Empire Defense War
Yang Feng stood in front of the gate, looking at the countless cannons and gun barrels pointed at him.

"mortal."

He said it with an arrogant, pretentious look on his face.

Then he drew his Crimson Sky Sword...

"Fire!"

The general, who already knew the sword's attack range, shouted anxiously.

The next moment, all the guns and cannons opened fire.

Almost instantly, thousands of small-caliber shells and bullets of various calibers reached Yang Feng, but also mysteriously disappeared at the same moment, as if they had never existed. The soldiers who had not yet reacted continued to fire, pouring dense firepower at Yang Feng, and then continued to disappear in front of him.

He stood there, sword in one hand and nine-section staff in the other, quietly watching the magnificent scene before him.

Streaks of light formed a dazzling spectacle before him, resembling fireworks.

Of course, all the shells and bullets disappeared into the unseen spatial rift in front of him.

As for the other side…

The other side is also this world.

The general suddenly received a phone call, then frantically opened his laptop and stared at the screen in front of him. At the same time, some of the onlookers outside also began to look at their own phones.

"Stop attacking!"

The general shouted anxiously.

The soldiers stopped their attack, bewildered.

Meanwhile, more and more onlookers behind them were staring at their phones and screaming in surprise.

Their phones all displayed almost the same image.

That was the parliament building of a certain island nation in the East.

However, the building's exterior walls were riddled with holes, thick smoke was billowing from the shattered windows, and several cars were burning in the parking lot outside. There were also many corpses on the ground, which was also covered with craters. Outside the council hall, there were many cars that had been parked, and people were standing outside their cars, holding up their phones to take pictures and upload the scene that resembled a war zone.

The general looked at Yang Feng.

He suddenly rushed toward an armored vehicle, and immediately the 30mm autocannon on it spewed flames at Yang Feng.

The tracer of the shell reached him in an instant and then disappeared.

At the same time, the onlookers screamed in alarm, because the same tracer on their screens was sweeping across the council chamber again. Several members of parliament who had hurriedly fled from inside when the attack stopped were immediately blown to pieces by the shells in front of the door.

The machine guns on this side immediately ceased firing.

The tracer light over there also disappeared.

The general then instinctively wiped the cold sweat from his brow, holding the notebook, and leaned trembling against the armored vehicle.

"Is it my turn?"

"That devilish man said."

He was so frightened that he shuddered violently.

"retreat!"

he shouted without hesitation.

Then, disregarding everything, he pushed aside the surrounding soldiers and ran away.

But the next moment, a blood-red sword light fell, and his body was cleaved in two from top to bottom.

As he fell, his remaining vision showed the sweeping sword light that followed. The soldiers standing on the turrets were decapitated instantly, like slicing leeks. Immediately afterward, all the armored vehicles hastily reversed and fled, some even colliding with each other. Armored helicopters in the sky, disregarding the potential collateral damage to the museum, rained down shells and rockets. But all the shells and rockets vanished before Yang Feng's eyes, then passed through a spatial rift, landing in the parliament building of that country ten thousand kilometers away, exploding into bursts of flame.

At the same time, Yang Feng sheathed his sword, a giant bow appeared, and energy arrows were generated.

The next moment, the blue ionosphere pierced the sky.

The armed helicopter that was hit directly was instantly reduced to countless parts that flew in all directions. Several other helicopters nearby were also affected, immediately emitting thick smoke as they crashed to the ground.

Yang Feng continuously fired energy arrows from his hand.

The remaining helicopters pulled up hastily.

But it didn't work.

They continued to be hit by energy arrows and turned into scattered parts.

Just five arrows later, there were no more helicopters in the sky.

The armored vehicles were also fleeing in chaos. Some broke down after colliding with each other, and the soldiers inside simply ran out, abandoning their weapons in panic and running away. Some of the fleeing armored vehicles even collided with the crowd behind them, and in their panic, they even knocked down and ran over onlookers.

Some people also had to stop and run away on foot after bumping into onlookers.

The crashed helicopter is burning.

The broken-down armored vehicles were crowded together.

Soldiers and civilians fled together, even trampling each other in the process.

Behind them, the devilish man walked calmly.

As he walked by, the abandoned armored vehicles immediately burst into flames, even exploding with ammunition explosions, as if setting off fireworks in his honor. People who had just escaped the calamity frantically filmed his image with their phones and other devices. Two reinforcement fighter jets arrived in the sky, but did not attack. In fact, it was impossible to use bombs or ground-to-ground missiles here, given the excessive collateral damage. As for using machine guns, it had already proven pointless, and who knew where the fire would ultimately land? That island nation 10,000 kilometers away had already suffered a devastating attack. Although the relationship between the two countries was unlikely to escalate into war, enormous reparations were inevitable.

At this point, Xiao Ying really couldn't take it anymore!
but……

Even if you can't bear it, you have to bear it!

Because people suddenly realized that this guy was looking southwest.

And the most famous building there is...

royal palace.

The royal palace also contains many treasures looted from all over the world!
Among them are a large number of bronze artifacts from the East.

"Please tell your king that I hope he can return to civilized society and send over all the collections looted by his ancestors. I will then transfer them to their original countries, and those countries will decide whether he should keep them."

I gave him half an hour.

If he cannot make a decision when I arrive at your palace in half an hour, then I will take matters into my own hands. As for what will happen then, I can only say that he should accept reality.

Yang Feng spoke to a group of reporters who were taking pictures of him.

The latter was almost going crazy, taking pictures like they were having a party.

Of course, this news also nearly drove their cabinet crazy.

Yang Feng continued forward leisurely.

After realizing he wasn't continuing his attack, the fleeing soldiers stopped. Having already discarded their weapons, they, like the onlookers, took out their phones and joined in filming. Some of the bolder ones even ran in front of Yang Feng, filming and backing away. Seeing that he didn't stop them, more and more of them did this. In this age of entertainment to the death, this was inevitable. What he intended to do was none of the ordinary people's business; even if he were to loot the palace, it would just be amusement for them.

Besides, the current king is unpopular, and for the vast majority of new immigrants, this country was originally just a paradise where they could get something for free.

how?

Are we supposed to protect the king too? We have to protect our country in our own homeland, and now we have to protect our country here? What's the point of us coming here?
These are true sophisticated egoists. They can even abandon their own country, so of course they wouldn't do anything to protect the king here. Besides, isn't this the army's job? They are civilians and have no obligation to do anything.

Yang Feng, like a superstar, moved forward amidst a crowd of people.

Suddenly, a bullet flew in.

A large-caliber bullet from a sniper rifle less than a kilometer away created a ripple in the air in front of him before bouncing off, and an unfortunate white woman who was holding up her phone to film him immediately fell to the ground.

Her Black boyfriend was so frightened that he immediately covered his head and crouched down.

As Yang Feng's giant bow materialized, the surrounding cameramen screamed with excitement. They watched as Yang Feng drew back the bow, and an energy arrow, turning the blue of the ionosphere, struck the rooftop where the sniper was hiding in an instant. The entire floor was leveled in the blue impact. At the same time, Yang Feng shifted his target, aiming at a fighter jet soaring through the sky. The Typhoon pilot was unaware that he was being attacked, as he was flying thousands of meters in the air.

Besides, a typhoon isn't a helicopter.

Even when hovering at extremely low altitudes, its speed is several times that of a helicopter.

This is a bow and arrow.

It's not a missile.

however……

The energy arrow, traveling at more than ten times the speed of sound, instantly intersected with the fighter jet in the sky.

The pilots, who had no time to react, could only eject before being hit. As their parachutes opened, the typhoon, which had broken into countless pieces, crashed into the city with trails of smoke.

Yang Feng snorted coldly, and the giant bow in his hand disappeared.

A chorus of excited screams erupted around him, as if he hadn't just shot down his own country's warplane. The onlookers, including the soldiers who had thrown down their weapons, were all screaming at the sight. Amidst their screams, Yang Feng continued towards the palace, a little over a kilometer away. Even on foot, it wouldn't take long, and the entire street was completely blocked by onlookers holding up their phones. While some Union Jacks did appear grief-stricken, like certain women from other countries upon learning of their queen's death, the vast majority were simply celebrating.

A true carnival.

Because many people were already taking advantage of the chaos to smash open the shops on both sides and rush in to loot happily.

Of course, the shop assistants won't care.

They were either watching Yang Feng or joining in the looting.

A carnival that felt like the end of the world.

This is a good opportunity; with order completely broken, you can grab as much as you can.

Because the streets were blocked by crowds, Yang Feng walked for more than 20 minutes from the museum to the palace without any further resistance. However, the palace was already under heavy guard, with fully armed soldiers who had just been airlifted in lying on the ground with various weapons mounted around armored vehicles.

"Seven minutes to go."

Yang Feng checked the time and said.

Then he stopped.

He said that if he gave people half an hour to prepare, then he had to keep his promise.

At this moment, a helicopter landed in front of the palace, and then a person who should be a member of the cabinet came out, straightening his clothes in the wind from the helicopter rotor. He walked forward to be greeted by the general in charge, and then walked directly to Yang Feng.

"Your Excellency, we will pack up the collection from the palace and send it out, but it will take more time."

He said.

"So what's the point of sending it out?"
Do not shy away from this question. Is it because of my threat that you have to hand over your wallets, just like those who are threatened and have to hand them over to robbers? Or have you realized the sins of your ancestors and want to hand over these treasures that they plundered back then to me, the middleman, so that I can pass them on to their original owners and let the latter decide their ownership?

If it's the latter, then I can give you time.

If it's the former, then I won't give you time.

Since you all think I'm a robber, then of course I have to act like one. Do you think a robber gives their victim time to prepare?

Yang Feng said.

The cabinet member looked at him with a melancholy expression.

This old fox certainly understood what this bastard meant.

The latter reason, in effect, acknowledges the legality of his actions.

This bastard didn't come here to kill and rob; he came with justice, to make them recognize the evils of the colonial era, and to make them voluntarily hand over these treasures, which he would then deliver to their original owners as an intermediary.

This bastard's acts of burning, killing, and looting are legal, just as they were legal for his ancestors.

After all, their ancestors also stole it in the same way.

Now he's taking it too.

Similarly, those treasures that were handed over have forever lost the right to be reclaimed.

Of course they want it back.

If this bastard came and stole it, then they are the victims. He stole their treasure. Even if he gave it to another country, they have the right to demand it back from that country. Since it was stolen from us, we certainly have the right to get it back. Whether we can get it back or how much we can get back, we at least have the right to demand it back.

In fact, they can get some back, since they consider themselves a powerful nation.

It is still one of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council.

There is an aircraft carrier...

Despite the leak.

Nuclear missiles...

Despite the fact that a recent test launch nearly killed his own defense minister.

But they can still pose a threat to those smaller countries.

If all else fails, they can ask the boss to step in. They also have a boss. Besides, they're not the only ones who've done this kind of thing. Four of the five permanent members have done it before. Once this precedent is set, it won't be good for anyone.

But the latter reason became that they were voluntarily atoning for the crimes of their ancestors. They returned the stolen goods that their ancestors had plundered to their ancestors, and not only had to admit their guilt, but they also lost the right to reclaim them forever.

The cabinet member said nothing more, but silently turned and left.

Making a decision?
Is he stupid?

Such matters should naturally be decided by the Prime Minister.

As for the remaining seven minutes, or more accurately, less than six minutes, whether the Prime Minister can make a decision is none of his business; he doesn't need to take the blame.

In reality, it was impossible to make a decision, and the Prime Minister wouldn't take the blame for it. So, when the time came, Yang Feng received no further reply. Amidst the attention of the crowd, he walked straight towards the soldiers in front of him. The soldiers didn't fire; they just watched him silently as he walked through their midst. But when those who had followed to watch the spectacle tried to follow, the soldiers raised their rifles, forcing the soldiers to stop and watch helplessly as Yang Feng entered the palace lawn.

The next moment, a whooshing sound ripped through the sky.

Yang Feng casually slashed the sky to the right with his jade axe.

A dark shadow flashed by.

Then came the second one.

It still vanished in a flash.

Of course, the council hall 10,000 kilometers away was also attacked by two air-to-ground missiles at the same time.

(End of this chapter)