The armor summoner will not be involved in the event

"This is also one of the main reasons why Yan Gang considered whether to make replicas of the three major armors."

“If one day a warrior other than the leader shows the strongest aura, then perhaps two identical palace-level weapons will face off against each other.”

"Although Yan Gang acts like a deputy researcher, he is still one of the three strongest people on Yanxing. However, researchers cannot get the Exploding King Kong."

The emperor thought for a moment and asked: "In other words, as long as it can resonate with the God of War Fiery Sword and has the strongest righteousness, can I also use this weapon?"

"can."

Yantian patted his head.

“And I believe that day will come.”

……

"Eh - so this is the purpose of mass-producing the three major armors."

Luo Cha made a sound of surprise with no enthusiasm.

"You don't look very surprised."

Yan Gang took a sip of a refreshing drink similar to coffee.

"Well, after all, judging from the data, the standardized armor used by Yanxing's armored army is not weak. In fact, the overall data is far superior to these mass-produced products that are still in the planning stage."

"If there is no special reason, I can only understand that you are just wasting money."

"But looking at Yan Fei's condition, adding financial problems will only make him more outrageous."

"So what's left is the possibility that mass-produced goods can serve some special purpose."

Faced with the excellence of this student, Yan Gang praised him without hesitation.

"Very good! You undoubtedly have excellent thinking ability, and you are not just a fool who can only make armor."

"Well...thank you for the compliment?"

Luo Cai had no special reaction to such compliments and looked at the information in her hand.

The two fell into a temporary silence.

"The Hall of Fame weapons corresponding to the Lightning Shadow and the Hall of Fame weapons corresponding to the Exploding King Kong... do they require the strongest evil energy that is completely opposite to the War God's Blazing Sword?"

After seeing the unexpected information, Luo Cai subconsciously looked towards Yan Gang.

"Why let me see this kind of thing? This shouldn't be something I can see, right?"

"In theory, yes. After all, even according to the laws of Flame Star, your observation period is still about ten years. Opening such a confidential document to you before then would be a dereliction of duty on the part of the administrator - provided that the administrator is not a leader-level figure."

Yan Gang finished drinking the refreshing drink with a smile.

"What are you going to have me do?"

Knowing very well that the man in front of her was a shrewd man, Luo Cai rubbed her temples, and the dizziness from the experiment felt a little better.

"I remember that you made a set of armor for Emperor Yan, right? It's called...Rakshasa Armor?"

"It's Shura. Who would use their own name as the name of the armor? That's too narcissistic!"

“Actually, I think it’s not impossible.”

Putting away the cup, Yan Gang handed her a piece of information.

"The above are the three special magnetic fields corresponding to the Hall of Fame weapons. Theoretically, as long as the summoner is equipped with a program that can simulate the corresponding magnetic field, the summoner can summon Hall of Fame weapons without the three major armors. Moreover, because the mass production armor program for summoning Hall of Fame weapons is limited by the weapons themselves, it requires the three specific genes of Sun, Moon, and Star as one of the necessary conditions, so even if this thing spreads, it will not be a problem. After all, the strongest aura has blocked the possibility of most people using this thing."

"So...what do you mean?"

"Let's add magnetic fields corresponding to the three major palace-level weapons to the Shura Summoner."

There seemed to be a thunderstorm flashing in Yan Gang's brown eyes.

"I want to see if it's possible to break the measures taken by our ancestors."

"...Can't you just do that kind of thing yourself?"

"I did it."

"Failed, didn't you?"

After all, there is no need to let yourself try even if you succeed.

"No, it worked."

"?"

"So what I want to see is whether there are more possibilities for cracking the code. Researchers can't pursue a path that is too narrow."

"... Adding that kind of program to the Shura Summoner, does that count as a hack?"

"No, at least it has to be able to ignore the presence or absence of the Sanqi gene."

Yan Gang said with a smile.

"I'm really looking forward to your ability to break through genetic limitations and summon palace-level weapons with your talent."

"Then I'd better consider adding the basic summoning procedure first."

……

“… Fire, fire, fire…”

Such a voice rang in my ears.

Shaking his head, Yang Pojun took a deep breath.

I seemed to have hallucinated something just now.

Concentrate! We can't let the Shura Armor be out of print like this!

He opened the flip cover of the phone and his finger rested on the fire button.

Remember...it's a cannon, right?

The enemy did not allow him to move and rushed towards him directly.

Fire fire fire start button.

The energy field seemed to come alive and reshape itself in another direction.

In the red firelight, a broad-bladed sword was pulled out from the void.

【War God Fiery Sword】

"world--"

The energy was completed in an instant.

"God of War Slash!"

寄条

I have classes in the evening and I'm stuck with an essay, so it seems like no one has watched it these two days.

I have to get up early tomorrow morning for another morning run.

Why do I have to run in the morning in college?

If you guys have any plots you'd like to see, please let me know. I haven't posted anything for a while and I feel like I'm lacking motivation to write.

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【212】Emperor Yan (XVIII)

Xingli Palace stopped not far from Shenlong Temple and slowly landed on the spot.

Thirty-six monks, all in their fifties, holding various weapons, looked up at the scene with serious expressions.

The Xingli Palace, which was originally falling with the momentum of Tathagata Buddha suppressing Sun Wukong with a slap, suddenly slowed down and soon began to fall as slowly as a turtle.

……

"Master Modi, why do you want to slow down?"

"There's someone down there."

"He is just a human being, not a monster like the Lord Alliance Leader."

"Shut up, you'll be in trouble if the next few hear it."

After stopping his men from speaking, Hu Libezal suddenly used his excellent eyesight to see a familiar face among the bald heads below.

He looked down on weak humans, and like most of the Red World's inmates, he hated the Fire Mist Warriors who were sent by the Red World Demon King to crusade against their compatriots.

But that doesn't mean he looks down on demons.

Unlike many demons who considered themselves to be in the human camp, Mordecai Libezal never thought that those monsters could be called human beings.

Tear up the flames, destroy the law of freedom, and in turn devour the people of the Red World to increase its own magic power.

That kind of monster shouldn't even be called a "human".

Among the bald monks below, there was one with a good fortune named Puzhi. He once said, "Amitabha, Buddha does not commit the sin of killing" while tearing the dozen or so Red World followers he led into pieces and eating them alive.

If it weren't for another Red World man under his command who used hostages to delay time, it would be a question whether Libezal could escape back.

And until now he was not sure whether the Red World man who had bought him time was dead.

After all, the last scene he saw was that the man was pushed into the ground by the bald man opposite. The monk, who was not that old at the time, swung a long and thick stick and beat the poor fellow's head like a wooden fish while reciting scriptures and other words.

In short, although it is embarrassing to say it, Libezar, as a Red World Demon King who is smart in combat, believes that he still needs to consider his comrades.

Of course, he had also considered the possibility that Emperor Yan would help him.

Judging from the will contained in the attack of Yan Di that he felt at the beginning, this should be a proud king with great tolerance (the sacrificial snake) and extreme self-centeredness (the star god).

But a certain premonition made him subconsciously reject the possibility of causing trouble without asking about the other party's will.

"Remember, we are meeting with the other party on behalf of the leader at this moment. Our words and actions represent the leader's face. Put away your unnecessary arrogance. The people on the other side are real monsters among humans. If you take it lightly, you will only die."

Under the influence of the law of freedom, such sounds were heard by the surrounding Red World followers.

This was not an act of usurpation, as Libezal was originally a [Itinerant Warrior] of the Masquerade, which meant he was a high-level fighter.

For the Red World people who do not pursue tough and clearly divided classes, martial arts value is a major factor affecting the right to speak. What's more, Libezal's record is not bad. Even if he was easily defeated by Yang Pojun, for the members of the masquerade, it only increased the value of Yan Di, not that Libezal became weaker.

After maintaining a landing one meter above the ground for nearly half an hour, Libezar was the first to jump off the mobile fortress.

"I am Mordhu Libezal, the itinerant masquerade."

"Recently we sent a messenger to request your temple to host the Doushen Cup."

"I wonder if anyone can discuss the details with me."

The monk standing in the front of the group of monks responded to him.

"I am Pu Ming, the monk, under the orders of the abbot, responsible for arranging the daily life of the contestants."

"Please bring the 128 contestants with me. My temple is simple and cannot accommodate too many pilgrims. The remaining guests will stay here."

Such words immediately made a Red World person dissatisfied.

He knew from his fellow countrymen that Shenlong Temple was the largest temple in the Celestial Empire, with thousands of monks. It was said that each Fighting God Cup would receive thousands of contestants. How could it not accommodate only more than 500 Red World disciples (a considerable number of Red World disciples joined and returned when they came halfway).

But it was obvious that this Red World guy did not listen to Libezal's previous warning.

In other words, this Red World man who had only been in this world for a dozen years did not understand what attitude powerful humans would have when facing alien races that were inferior to themselves and would eat their compatriots.

The so-called sword is a knife worn by monks. It is usually extremely sharp and has no fixed shape.

In this world, if a monk who cuts swords has a sword-like weapon as his inherent spiritual weapon, it can be called a sword of precepts.

According to the precepts, this knife can only be used to cut the three robes or shave the nails, and cannot be used to kill.

However, that is the more common rule of conventional temples.

As a place that trains warriors, Shenlong Temple does not prohibit the use of weapons and has fully advanced treatment methods.

There is everything from high-tech treatment chambers to Fellers who are adept at using their Feller powers to perform cellular-level repairs.

As the head of the Vinaya Institute, Pu Ming relied not only on his profound knowledge of Buddhism, but also on his non-killing sword skills.

The blade, which was less than half a meter long, completed thirty-two slashes in the blink of an eye, completely disintegrating the Red World man of considerable stature.

The pain started from the fingertips and feet, and then cracks spread from the place where the pain was born to the torso. The fire powder transformed by the power of existence poured out from the cracks. The strong premonition of death and the loss of the power of existence that maintained the manifestation made the Red World want to shout out, but he found that his tongue was cut off and blocked his throat.