Shirou's clones number 30 million

"Is this the effect of the skill? Heroic Spirit, it's real after all."

Three days ago, when Imagawa Yoshimoto heard that Liu Xiu was going to personally train the army, he was initially quite looking forward to it, but when he heard that the training would only last for three days, he immediately lost interest.

What can you train in three days?

Rather, it's already quite good that they learned the head coach's name in just three days.

But to my surprise, the training effect was so strong.

At that moment, Imagawa Yoshimoto unconsciously recalled the words Liu Xiu had said.

Their achievements during their lifetime will be transformed into skills and treasures.

He possesses a skill known as "the art of war," which allows him to train soldiers to obey orders without question in an extremely short time.

At that moment, Imagawa Yoshimoto inexplicably began to believe that the other party might really be Emperor Guangwu of Han, Liu Xiu.

"Lord Yiyuan, the provisions are ready."

Imagawa Yoshimoto glanced back at Matsudaira Motoyasu, who was speaking, and thought to himself:

This girl seems to have always wanted to take back Mikawa's direct control, but because of her outstanding talent, I have always been reluctant to let her leave.

Now that Liu Xiu is helping us, this guy is no longer of any use. Let's find an excuse to let her go back to Sanhe in a couple of days.

"Thank you for your hard work. Xiu, when do we set off to attack Owari again?"

"Today."

"Huh...? So fast?"

Imagawa Yoshimoto couldn't help but gasp in surprise, then instantly remembered the door he had used a few days ago, and asked in a low voice:

"That ability...shouldn't it be kept secret?"

"unnecessary."

Liu Xiu shook his head slightly and said with a smile:

"If you have the ability, you should use it; there's no need to hide it."

Rather, the more viewers, the better.

If everyone in the country knew that I was a space magician who could open a door to any place, the transitions afterward would be very smooth.

With a thought, Liu Xiu released a portal and placed it on an open ground.

With a slight wave of his right hand, the three thousand soldiers below immediately lined up and entered the gate one after another.

The skill "Masterful Command" grants them a comprehensive buff, and despite only having trained for three short days, each soldier now possesses the strength of a seasoned veteran.

With such an army appearing in Japan, even without Liu Xiu's intervention, it would be enough to sweep across the land.

"Yoshimoto, let's get ready to go."

"I'm not ready yet! I just came to see how your training went today. I never planned to go far, and the band hasn't been assembled yet..."

Liu Xiu shook his head slightly and said with a smile:

"I understand how you feel, but there's no need to be so particular in war. The victor is king, and the enemy's regret and curses are the most beautiful music."

Imagawa Yoshimoto was slightly taken aback, then laughed.

"I understand. Please let me see Emperor Guangwu's renowned military strategies that have been passed down through the ages."

That afternoon, as the sun was setting, Liu Xiu led his army to capture Kiyosu Castle and Oda Nobunaga.

After that, they were able to conquer a country almost every two days.

By the time of the Cosmic Fighting Tournament, the Imagawa family had already become the overlord of Kanto, controlling ten provinces.

……

On the other side, in the world of the Undead King.

Millions of players have traveled here, and without restraint and with limited resources, they immediately turn into robbers.

Like locusts crossing the border, they devoured everything, turning every country into a living hell.

Even though a few players felt sorry for them, they had too few resources and were not good at farming, so they could only make a living by plundering.

Of course, for them, this was not plunder, but rather robbing the rich to help the poor.

The nobles of this world mostly oppress the common people with a clear conscience, and they feel no psychological pressure when they plunder.

After each raid, they would distribute the loot to the poor and needy to put their minds at ease.

However, the shortage of supplies was too great, and the money and food they distributed to the poor would soon be taken away by other players.

Only tattered cloth and old grains that players don't want will remain in the homes of the poor.

Millions of players have been here for a month.

During this month, even the most desolate wilderness was filled with killing and death.

The native adventurers had long lost the will to venture out.

Or rather, all the adventurers who dared to venture out had long since fallen to the blades of those hot-tempered players.

Due to some ideological differences, all members of the Ainz Ooal Gown guild chose to go their separate ways.

As for the guild leader, Ainz, he joined Touch Me's newly formed adventure team as the vice-captain.

That noon, the team accepted a quest at the Adventurers' Guild and then hurriedly left the city.

"The air in the wild is so much better. The atmosphere in the city is just too awful; it's suffocating."

"Yes, there are just too many players who glorify violence. They'll start fighting at the drop of a hat. The key point is that even the weakest player is far stronger than the natives, which naturally leads to an escalation of conflict."

The vast majority of players, due to their great strength and extraordinary knowledge, are arrogant and haughty, while the natives, although weak in strength, are relatively few in number.

Even the Adventurers' Guild was taken over by player forces on the second day.

"I wonder when the world will return to normal order?"

"I think we can only wait for the natives and players to recognize reality at the same time and figure out a way of getting along that is acceptable to both sides."

"When will that happen? No matter how weak a player is, they can't lower themselves to the level of an NPC, right?"

"They are not NPCs, they are normal human beings."

“I know, and you know, but there are clearly more people who can’t see reality. Moreover, there are conflicts over resources and living conditions.”

The flying squirrel did not participate in their discussion, but listened silently.

Although I felt they were right, I didn't have any good ideas.

Suddenly, he noticed many black dots in the sky and stopped to look up.

A few seconds later, the black dots gradually grew larger and their number increased rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a dense array of spaceships, hovering in the sky.

"An alien invasion?"

Chapter 331 Heroic Deeds

Chapter 331 Heroic Deeds (Section 332)

"How could this be... there are aliens? What kind of world is this?!"

"Seriously, all these players were transported here, could it be that we're here to fight these aliens and save the world?"

"It's too late. These aliens arrived way too late! If it had been just a month earlier, the world wouldn't be in this mess."

"I never expected that instead of seeing aliens on Earth, I would encounter a large-scale alien invasion after traveling through time, haha..."

Amidst the heated discussions, the spaceships landed one after another, and all sorts of bizarre alien creatures emerged from them.

Some instantly donned mecha suits, their physiques becoming abnormally exaggerated; others held high-tech weapons in their hands, constantly shouting incomprehensible words.

"Why do all the aliens look so strange? I can't stand it."

"Those aliens over there don't look much different from humans, but their skin is green! It's so weird!"

Soon, aliens dressed in mechs and wielding laser guns surrounded Touchimi's team.

"Who are you? What are you doing on this planet?"

Touchmy stepped forward, blocking everyone's way, preventing his teammates from attacking while attempting to communicate with the aliens.

[The language analyzed... has been identified as a language found on Earth, and has been converted into a translation model.]

"We are contestants in the Cosmic Fighting Tournament. We are honored that this planet has been chosen as the competition venue, Earthlings."

"Cosmic Fighting Tournament?"

Touchi frowned slightly and used the player system's identification function to try to identify the aliens around him.

However, no rating was displayed.

However, his intuition told him that these aliens were very weak, and any max-level player could easily defeat them.

"What level are you at in the universe? Or rather, how far are you from the favorites to win the championship?"

"You have a good eye. I am the most popular contender to win this year's Cosmic Fighting Tournament. If you are willing to help me, I will definitely give you a planet as a reward after I win the championship."

Are you the favorite to win the championship?

If that's the case, then the aliens' combat capabilities don't seem so impressive.

Touchmy pondered for a few seconds, then turned to the flying squirrel beside him and whispered a discussion:

"Flying Squirrel, do you think we should cooperate with him?"

“I think this is an opportunity. These aliens can travel through the universe, so their technology must be very advanced, and they certainly wouldn’t lack weapons that can destroy a planet in one blow.”

The flying squirrel paused for a moment, then continued:

"The risks are one aspect, but more importantly, we know nothing about the universe, and we would probably have to stay in this world for the rest of our lives on our own."

"But if we borrow an alien spaceship, we might be able to return to Earth one day."

"You heard that too, right? The aliens know about Earth and they know we speak Japanese. They must have a way to get to Earth."

The word "Earth" seemed to be the last straw, gradually igniting Tachimi's interest.

He and his wife had both traveled to the game world, while their daughter remained on Earth. Even with the care of both sets of parents, they could never truly feel at ease.