Binding to the nation's destiny: Start by choosing the underworld, where a hundred ghosts parad

speech and behavior

We must be extremely careful!

As an ordinary member on the westward journey.

Miyamoto holding the Autumn Water,

Of course, this is no exception.

His sharp eyes scanned his surroundings, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

The hand gripping the knife handle tightly,

Seemingly unreal, yet possessing the real.

Be ready to unleash a full-force attack at any time.

Previously, I shamelessly kowtowed to the Demon King.

Instead of receiving blessings,

Instead, he was rewarded with a punch that tore flesh apart.

Amidst laughter and cheers, they typed "GG"!

The ranking dropped by at least a hundred places in an instant.

In this increasingly sluggish situation,

What he can do now

The only way to break the deadlock is to abandon staying in the wild and look for opportunities.

otherwise,

The sixth round of invasion, Uncle

This is absolutely the end of Japan.

To be tied to the fate of the nation

For a savior who shares life and death,

That was also his end.

Chapter 141: With a single move, despair descended upon all nations! (Please customize)

"what?!"

"What's this?!"

Wandering aimlessly on the road,

Miyamoto Ichiro, who was searching for an opportunity, suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

An endless expanse of monsters,

He lay motionless on the ground.

Wonders!

It's absolutely spectacular!

The more unusual something is, the greater the opportunity it holds!

This is common knowledge.

Miyamoto looked excited.

Holding the autumn water,

After carefully and cautiously reaching the destination,

He couldn't wait to squat down and take a look.

death!

Death! Death!

Without exception, they all died!

Looking around,

A vast array of thousands upon thousands of demonic creatures,

They're all dead!

Especially the remains in his hand...

weathering!

Damaged!

Time has passed!

It's clearly weathered by countless years.

excitement!

Uncontrollable excitement!

Every part of his body was trembling with excitement.

Even the web of the hand holding the knife is no exception.

"Holy crap! Does this guy have Parkinson's? He's shaking so badly."

"Hmm... facial twitching, joint trembling, I think it's more like epilepsy~"

"Tch~ They're just little Japanese devils, who cares what they are? I'd rather watch them have epilepsy!"

"They're all international friends, how can you say that? How could someone be so sick? Maybe it's just a temporary lucidity before death!"

"Use my forty-meter-long sword... Hehehe, 777 almost accidentally injured a friendly force."

Speculation abounded in the comments section.

Miyamoto, the person directly involved, seemed oblivious.

Still immersed in their own world.

send!

It's out!

Weathered wreckage + monsters everywhere.

What does it equal?

This is an ancient battlefield!

An opportunity!

Isn't this the great opportunity he's been searching for?

One blow kills.

And all of them died from their forehead.

It was definitely caused by an extremely powerful being.

And those weathered remains...

Even the oppressive aura emanating from it after countless years

It still made him feel apprehensive.

This is definitely an ancient battlefield site.

As long as we find what's inside...

Even if it's just a little bit,

That's more than enough for Miyamoto Ichiro to take off!

"Hahaha……"

"I, Miyamoto Ichiro, have finally achieved my goal! I've actually found the ruins of a lost ancient battlefield all by myself."

Miyamoto excitedly stroked the weathered remains.

It's like caressing a beautiful woman.

He stared at the bones with a fascinated look.

The onlookers couldn't help but get goosebumps.

"Ancient battlefield ruins??? Where are they? Isn't this the path that Mo Shen just walked on?"

"Hmm, could this guy be mistaking the influence of the Ink God's passing by for an ancient battlefield?"

"Hahaha, this is hilarious! 'The God of Ink Passing By' = Ancient Battlefield Ruins!!!"

"Mo Shen: I was just taking a simple walk, I really didn't intend to fake it~"

Seeing Miyamoto's excited expression,

The live chat was absolutely buzzing with excitement.

The battlefield left behind by the God of Ink

It was mistaken for an ancient relic.

They wanted to gain an opportunity to inherit something from within.

Do you even have a brain?!

They really are those little devils from Japan.

His mind is probably filled with magnetic seed production plans.

……

"My spring has finally arrived!"

Miyamoto carefully picked up a piece of wreckage, treating it as a precious treasure.

"This is a relic from at least tens of thousands of years ago!"