I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

Suddenly, Xilika felt a blur before his eyes—he abruptly saw a giant bear appear before him.

This bear, even when lying on all fours, is over two meters tall and has a terrifying size that is extremely intimidating just to look at.

Siri was taken aback... He recognized the bear.

This is the "Uenkamui" (evil god) that he personally hunted down fifteen years ago.

Fifteen years ago, a black bear that had eaten people and degenerated into a "Uenkamyi" appeared near the village.

To eliminate any future troubles, all the village's best hunters were mobilized, and he was among them.

He traversed the mountains and forests for ten days and ten nights, finally finding the "Uenkamyi" by a stream and shooting it dead by himself.

This is his proudest achievement, bar none.

With this achievement, he quickly became the most watched young hunter in the village.

Although fifteen years have passed, he still remembers the bear's appearance clearly and will never forget it.

In that instant, he not only saw the long-dead "Uenkamyi," but also the stream and the dense forest—he seemed to have returned to that day fifteen years ago, when he and the "Uenkamyi" faced each other across the stream, locked in a tense standoff.

Suddenly, Xilika realized that he had turned into a bear!

With its massive size, four giant claws supporting its weight, and thick fur, the "Uenkamui" on the other side had disappeared; he had become the other!

He was initially shocked, but then gradually came to terms with it.

I see... I see.

When wild animals such as bears and wolves have eaten human flesh, they will degenerate into "Uenkamui," and for the rest of their lives they can only live off human flesh, which is both tragic and lamentable.

From the day he went to the human market, he had become like the brown bear he had once hunted, degenerating into "Uenkamui"—he only wanted to eat "human flesh" and could no longer eat anything else!

"Power Card! Power Card!"

At this moment, the shouts coming from outside the house gradually brought Xilika back to his senses... He had turned back into a human body, the stream and forest in front of him had all disappeared, and his consciousness returned to reality.

As he raised his gaze, he saw He Poyi yank open the door to the large room and stumble in.

"Sharika! That indestructible black-robed man has broken in!"

"Also breaking in was a terrifyingly skilled man!"

"We can't stop them! Even muskets can't deal with them!"

As He Poyi spoke, she shivered several times, as if recalling a terrifying scene.

"We can't hold this place! We need to retreat!"

As Hepo said this, he reached out to grab Xilika's shoulder, preparing to drag him away.

However, Xilika silently raised her hand and gently pushed away Hepoyi's arm.

"Retreat? Where can we retreat to?"

Upon hearing this, He Poyi froze... wanting to say something, but unable to utter a single word.

Yes, where can we retreat to?

Cialis twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace:

“I failed… the ‘Yamato Conquest’ failed…”

"In the end, I am just a pathetic 'Unkamui', my heart has fallen but I am unaware of it."

"This is a sin I have created with my own hands, so let me... repay it to the best of my ability."

As he spoke, Cialis reached into his robes and pulled out a bottle of pale yellow liquid.

Before Hepo could react, Xilika twisted open the cap of the medicine bottle and drank the medicine inside in one gulp.

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PS: The scene where Qingdeng hunts "Uenkamuyi" is a foreshadowing for this chapter—the seemingly ambitious hero has actually already degenerated into "Uenkamuyi".

Chapter 1080 The Benevolent King Who Stolen the Art of Asura [4600]

He Poyi was startled and quickly stopped him:

"Sylica! What are you drinking? Is this... 'Berserker's Water'?"

As he raised his voice to question him, Cialis had already drunk every last drop of liquid from the bottle.

"Hepoyi, don't be nervous. This is... a good thing that will allow me to struggle a little longer."

As he spoke, he casually tossed the empty bottle out of his hand.

The empty bottle fell to the ground, making a "crack" sound as it shattered.

"Hepoyi, I will not run away. I will stay here until I breathe my last. You may leave on your own."

Upon hearing this, He Poyi paused for a moment, then frowned.

"Sylica! What do you take me for? If you're not leaving, then I'm not leaving either!"

Xilika frowned slightly, preparing to say something.

However, before he could speak, He Poyi interrupted:

“Sylika, I’m just like you, I’ve always dreamed of reclaiming our ancestral land!”

"Therefore, when I left the village and marched towards Wulingguo, I was already prepared for either success or death!"

"Now, it's time for me to demonstrate my enlightenment!"

After saying that, Hepo wiped the blood off his face, and without waiting for Xilika's response, he turned and ran out of the room, his footsteps fading into the distance.

As he was about to leave, his powerful shout echoed from afar:

"Sharika! I will fight alongside you to the very last moment!"

Xilika stared blankly in the direction where Hepoyi had left... After a while, a complex expression appeared on his face, a mixture of joy and sorrow.

That expression was quickly replaced by intense pain.

"Ugh...! Ugh...!"

Suddenly, Xilika's expression changed drastically. His eyes bulged, and dense red blood vessels appeared in the whites of his eyes. The veins on his neck and temples bulged out... His appearance was extremely frightening.

As if trying to suppress his rapidly beating heart, he raised his hands and pressed them tightly against his chest, his breathing rapid like a bellows.

As time passed, the pain on his face did not fade but instead intensified. He had to lean forward and lie on his side to find some relief...

Before long, his body underwent new changes.

Because of the clothes covering his face, it was not clear, but one could vaguely see that his clothes were being slowly stretched up—it was his muscles that were stretching the clothes up!

His muscles were gradually bulging! In the blink of an eye, they swelled to an astonishing size, as if they might burst through his skin at any moment...!

……

……

This place truly lives up to its reputation as the enemy's main camp; all the guards stationed here are "poison pots" who have drunk "Berserker's Water."

For the average person, such a large number of "medicine-laden" individuals could be quite troublesome, requiring attacks on specific areas to kill them instantly, leaving little room for maneuver.

However, for Aoto and Ogata, these "medicine-loving" people were no more difficult to deal with than ordinary people—it was just a matter of slightly adjusting the direction of their slashes.

"Hmph! Hmph! Hmph ahhhhhh!"

In a wide, straight corridor, a sick man shouted as he forcefully thrust out the bayonet in his hand.

The bullets he had just fired had been shattered into dust by Qing Deng. In desperation, he could only use the bayonet on the tip of his gun to block Qing Deng.

Just as the bayonet was about to pierce Qingdeng's chest, Qingdeng slightly adjusted the direction of the blade and then aimed at the opponent's neck and slashed down.

call out!

Knives and bayonets—two flashes of light passed each other.

At the same moment he swung his sword, Qing Deng nimbly twisted his body—it was this inconspicuous movement that caused the opponent's bayonet to miss its target.

On the other hand, it was obvious that he couldn't even react to Qing Deng's slash.

Vairocana's blade swept across his neck with unparalleled smoothness.

Although his head did not fly off, it was only connected to his body by a few bits of flesh and blood. After convulsing violently a few times, it fell lopsidedly to the ground.

Taking advantage of the moment when he was regrouping, Qing Deng quickly turned his gaze, his eyes filled with murderous intent, as if he were loudly questioning the surrounding realms, "Who's next?"

suddenly--

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

Another series of gunshots rang out.

Five musketeers were crouching in the corridor in front of Qingdeng.

The three men in the front row were half-squatting on the ground, while the two men in the back row stood upright. Five muskets simultaneously emitted blinding flashes of light.

If 15 muskets were to fire at Qingdeng simultaneously in this confined space, it might pose a threat to Qingdeng.

With a mere 5 guns... to think you can defeat Qingdeng with such a sparse barrage is nothing short of wishful thinking.

Qing Deng half-closed his eyes—his talents "Eagle Eye +7" and "Divine Speed ​​+7" were activated—his body swayed gently like a piece of paper, and five bullets flew past his body, all missing their mark.

In the next instant, Qing Deng vanished from his spot... an afterimage, barely perceptible to the naked eye, hurtled towards the five people in front who had just run out of bullets!

The other musketeers around him rushed to provide support, chasing after Qing Deng and firing, but they only managed to hit the afterimage that Qing Deng was dragging behind them.

In a matter of seconds, he had closed in on the five men in front of him.

As he drew near, he raised the Vairocana in his palm high above his head, adopting the upper right stance.

call out!

The blade slashed down, cutting the space, which was several feet square, in two with its dark purple blade light.

These five people were quite skilled; they were able to react quickly to the fierce slash.