We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

That's right. Krieg carefully observed the characteristics inside. Since the centipede couldn't die anyway, he didn't disinfect it and directly reached out to peel off the burnt meat. The beach boy's hook penetrated. Although it was not visible to the naked eye, the feedback from the beach boy did show that the centipede's weight was increasing. The crazy Krieg had no intention of letting the centipede go. He pulled the centipede out and electrocuted it, and then changed the part of the body to electrocute. The cruelty of his behavior was no less than that of a certain professor. After several experiments, the undead centipede finally couldn't bear the humiliation and realized that resistance was useless. No matter how Krieg electrocuted it, it didn't move, so he stopped with regret.

The conclusion is as follows: the Water of Origin does have the effect of healing injuries, and the naked eye cannot see any difference between the Water of Origin and the ordinary river water in Ashina Castle. However, the weight of the Lion Ape has not changed much, and the mass of the centipede will not increase out of thin air. The mass that comes from is unknown, perhaps it is related to the divine power in the Water of Origin.

Why do I feel like I'm in Resident Evil?

Krieg pressed his index finger to get rid of the strange feeling in his mind. It wasn't me who did it first. It was Genichirō and the crooked monks who did it first.

That's not right. I'm Genichirō now, so this must be the fault of the monks from Senpoji Temple. Speaking of Senpoji Temple, Robert, the carrot-headed man guarding the corridor, is also quite capable. Why not tell Robert that his child has been used as a test subject by the crooked monks? If he cooperates with the Yoshitaka clan, and calls on the samurai generals and the tool wolves, the danger can be eliminated within a few days. In this way, the chickens of Ashina will no longer need to be offered as sacrifices and can be used directly as food.

What's the point of eating wild vegetable dumplings? If the tools can burn their food and grass, and wait until the inner court has made a long raid, the red guards will have passed the lion apes and red demons first, and then they will finally rush up chewing grass to face the Ashina soldiers who are eating chicken to recuperate, that scene must be very beautiful.

The undead centipede quietly raised its head and moved its body cautiously. This intelligent creature knew that the guy in front of it who was in a daze was an out-and-out demon. It didn't plan to take revenge and just wanted to run away first. Unfortunately, Hayabusa kept looking at it, and Krieg didn't even bother to turn his head, and the Thunder of Ba hit it again.

This move consumes a lot of physical strength, but it doesn't take as long to prepare as Genichirō, so it can be considered a small enhancement. However, since you can tamper with the basic settings at will, why do you have to recruit an ordinary person like me?

Krieg didn't dwell on this matter. He was powerless to resist anyway, so he decided to call the eagles over first and prepare to be nature's porters.

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Chapter 104 Loyalty

Under Krieg's command, the eagle-riding people who hurried over carried jars on their backs and entered the cave one by one to fill them with source water. There were several piles of clay jars stacked outside. Each eagle-riding person lowered his head and tried not to look at the master he was loyal to. Their training and rules did not allow them to make expressions that they should not make, but they really could not hide the shock in their hearts.

Although the lion ape's body was in tatters and in a miserable state, its huge size still caught people's attention, especially the big centipede twitching in the headless wound. Lord Genichirō was sitting on the monster "leisurely", occasionally slashing at the black centipede.

The leader of the Eagle Clan stood quietly beside Krieg. He knew that the meaning of his existence was to serve the ruler of Ashina. He regarded this idea as his life. Compared with the Eagle Clan, his thoughts were more extreme.

In his heart, it was because of the existence of Lord Genichirō Ashina that Ashina was able to win the war against the inner court again and again, so when Lord Genichirō ordered them to fetch water and bring it to the dungeon, he did not question it, even though he knew what experiments were being conducted in that dungeon, because Lord Genichirō was always right.

The huge Nodachi had been carried away by the first group of Yoshitakas who arrived. Krieg asked them to melt the sword, even if it was just to make some steel arrowheads. Things like ninja prosthetic arms were obviously beyond this era, and the secondary makers were still alive in this world. Since such technology existed, it would be a pity not to use it. He planned to let the Buddhist sculptor make some key fine structures, and then let the craftsmen make some rough structures and combine them into some crossbows.

Ashina had no shortage of wood anyway. This was already a battle that cost the nation its life. Even if this crude production method resulted in unreliable products, it was still a one-time thing. As long as they could hit one person, all the hard work would not have been in vain. If we had something better today, we would have to destroy yesterday's inferior stuff. The products produced today were precisely what we expected to replace tomorrow.

There is no consumption, no cost-effectiveness. This country has always been biting its own blood and bones, biting its own body and future into pieces, turning them into the hope of survival today, and Krieg has only accelerated this process. Small places also have their own advantages. Government orders can be implemented smoothly from top to bottom. The wild horse running wildly on the trail was whipped on the butt by Krieg again. As for where this wild horse will run in the end, no one knows.

But only by surviving today can you see tomorrow.

Krieg just took a break, and when the surging blood slowly calmed down, Krieg called the leader of the Eagle Clan and discussed some specific details with him. In the era of cold weapons, archers from all countries had the habit of inserting arrows into feces. The bacteria carried on them would cause tetanus and dysentery. Most of the archers in Ashina were from the Snake Eyes Clan. Those heavy bows never missed the target, and the soldiers who were hit would surely die. However, the number of those guys was too small. Although crossbows were much easier to use than bows, considering the accuracy, Krieg decided to reproduce this disgusting and vicious tradition.

In the final analysis, Krieg didn't care about the lethality at all. He cared more about how much medical resources these destined-to-be-injured inner court red armor could delay. The main city of Ashina was always covered with snow, and the cold weather was not easy to cause plague and infection. Japan's population was not large, and those who could attack Ashina were all elite. The decision makers could not give up cruelly. As long as every three injured soldiers could delay one person, Krieg's strategy would be effective, and the injured red armor would not be able to get better. The medicine of this era was still a bit mysterious, but Krieg knew that without antibiotics and a sterile environment, and with poor food on the battlefield, injury and death were just different ways of saying the same thing.

Taro's soldiers are on the way. Although they can keep the Lion Ape or the Undead Centipede near death by constantly inflicting wounds, these fat brothers are still helpful in transporting it away.

There were cliffs everywhere along the way, with only some simple roads built in between. Not only the lion ape, but also a large amount of Buddhist candy and food from Xianfeng Temple. Considering the time cost, Krieg decided to let go of some of the crooked monks with low martial arts skills. Of course, a place with such a shortage of manpower needs some coolies. Krieg was too lazy to say any high-sounding reasons such as atonement. Anyway, the ninjas' means of persuasion have always been very effective.

"Rest for a day, then the next night, is that ok?" Krieg originally wanted to discuss it, but the leader of the Eagle Group looked like he had received a death order, his eyes gazing at him fanatically. "Master Genichirō is too merciful. All the Eagle Group can act tonight."

Uh, Krieg was a little uncomfortable, and seemed to be hesitant to speak. The leader of the Eagle Group thought he had received a hint and quickly continued, "You can do it now. The Eagle Group will carry out your orders. We are your eyes and ears, and your sharpest knife."

Krieg realized there was nothing much to say to the fanatics, and his tone turned serious. "You all need to rest. I will explore the road to Xianfeng Temple first, and then we will discuss how to attack."

"No need," the leader suddenly drew the sword from his waist, "Master Genichirō, the swords in our hands will bring you everything."

"Are you going to disobey my orders?" Krieg's tone became serious. He didn't think much about it. He just started from history. Ranpo's ability was mainly assassination, which was not on the same level as most samurai's abilities, and even more so in terms of status. What Senpoji needed was not the ability of ninjas, but the samurai gathered together to push forward.

"I dare not," the leader of the Yoshitaka clan also realized that he had committed some offense. Although it was a tradition in Japan that the lower class would overthrow the higher class, the key point was that he really didn't think so. Knowing what a stupid thing he had done, the leader of the Yoshitaka clan broke out in a cold sweat. He turned the small sword in his hand, pointed the tip of the sword at his neck and was about to stab it.

As he closed his eyes to commit suicide, a strong hand grasped the blade of his sword. The leader of the Yoshinaga clan opened his eyes and saw Genichirō-sama looking at him with an indifferent expression. His hand grasped the kodachi and killed it. Some light flowed from Genichirō-sama's hand. The leader of the Yoshinaga clan knew how sharp his sword was. Even human bones would be cut in one stroke, but Genichirō-sama was completely unharmed.

This is destiny. The leader of the Jiying tribe immediately knelt down and rested his head on the bottom of the pool, as if he was facing a god. "My life is forever yours. Please forgive my mistakes. I will use my life to prove my loyalty."

At this moment, Krieg was thinking, wtf, were the ancient people all crazy? They committed suicide over a disagreement?

Chapter 105 Entrance to Xianfeng Temple

In the dungeon.

A schizophrenic patient, the famous actor Daoshun plays the two roles of Daosaku and Daoshun. After obtaining the source water, he worships Krieg's views and actions with gratitude, and performs his neurotic daily life in front of Krieg and the Eagle Family without any concealment.

Some people wear human skin, yet behave like monsters, whether it's Daoshun's bloody research or the monks' daily experiments at Xianfeng Temple. Krieg suppressed his disgust and didn't kill the man dressed like Bai Wuchang. He still needed Daoshun to research the Source Water. Daoshun, babbling nonsense, didn't notice the two eagle-ridden people standing near him with ill intentions, carrying bedding and dry food on their backs, looking like they were going to live here for the long haul.

Krieg did not stay for long. The environment in the dungeon was not a place for normal people to stay. The Eagle Guard received the hint from "Lord Genichirō" and executed the failures here one by one with a sword. Preventing them from suffering further was the only thing Krieg could do for them.

The source water itself is pure. With this original version, Daoshun's research does not require much effort. However, it still requires living people to conduct experiments. It just so happens that the bald donkey from Xianfeng Temple can help.

Krieg refused the Eagle Clan's help, merely going to see Robert's father and perform a somewhat haphazard cleanup. Ashina knew the map of Senpouji Temple well. These crooked monks would trade anything to support their research on immortality. The intelligence from the castle tower had already revealed Senpouji Temple's complete existence, even hinting at Minion's existence. The Eagle Clan would be useless there; they were no match for the samurai in combat, had no significant targets to assassinate, and were no match for the Hayabusa in scouting. Better to rest up.

Just like Daoshun kidnapped living subjects, the experiments in Senpoji were also conducted on living people. Children were used to study the Children of Transformation, while adults were used to study the Longclawed Centipede. All the missing people in Ashina were either in the dungeon or kidnapped by Senpoji. Therefore, Krieg had no objection to destroying the crooked monks, but was extremely interested in it.

No need for parkour this time, just hacking everyone I see along the way is also stealth! The warriors need a place to gather, and I also want to kill these bastards, it's a win-win situation.

Krieg brandished his katana, the slender blade bumping against the elevator. This body, after all, belonged to Genichirō, a top swordsman, and his normal attacks were often misdirected by it. Since muscle memory was more profound than the brain, Krieg didn't intend to waste this opportunity. He would learn as many sword moves as he could; more skills were better than less. And with so many monsters to chop down in Senpoji Temple, and with Beach Boy and Totem Light as cheats, Krieg wasn't worried at all.

Inside the dark passage, several black pottery jars stood in the corners, and even the spider webs were covered with dust. No one knew where the spiders had run off to. But when one walked out of this rather empty room, bright sunlight fell through the sparse leaves, and it felt warm on the body. The red fallen leaves and green vegetation, even the air was fresh. If someone came out of the bloody and dim dungeon, they would definitely think that this was a true Buddhist holy land, but they didn't know that they had just walked from one hell to another.

Krieg stepped out of the door. When the protagonist Wolf came here, the words hanging on the wall would speak, but he had come here for the second time and the painting still said nothing. Could it be that Genichirō was discriminated against because he was taller than Wolf?

Krieg shook his head and opened his pockets, which were full of Yueyin candies. How could a mere ninja who rummaged through boxes and drawers compare with the financial resources of a ruler of a country!

Krieg found comfort in this thought, and then he struck a new pose, calling for new wild spirits to attach themselves to him.

It didn't seem to hurt as much this time. I don't know if it was because of the different effects of the medicine or the different powers of the wild souls. Although Krieg liked the effect of the Buddha Candy very much, there were no wild souls in his original world. It would be okay if it didn't work after taking it. It would be really bad luck if some messy spirits were really attracted here.

Xianfeng Temple was built on a mountain, which meant the roads here were not easy to travel on. However, even in this dangerous place where plants grew wildly, a winding path could still be clearly seen. It was bare with no weeds growing on it, and it looked like it was often walked on by people. Krieg estimated the frequency with which this path was used, and he finally understood why there were so many corpses outside Xianfeng Temple.

Everyone here deserves to die.

There was a rustling sound in the distance. Krieg squatted down and used the weeds to cover his figure. Although the Moon Hidden Candy was still effective, there was a cliff on the side of the road. Unless Krieg was willing to hide in a tree, anyone who was not blind could see him.

The monks from Xianfeng Temple came slowly with their hands folded and chanting scriptures. Their robes, mainly black and yellow, had faded a little from washing, and they looked like devout believers. It was a pity that these crooked monks saved money in order to conduct human experiments. They had long since deviated from the Buddhist ideology. The simpler their appearance, the more disgusting it made Krieg.

Disgusting things shouldn't exist.

The falcon flapped its wings and made a deliberate sound before flying onto a tree. The leading monk only slightly twitched his eyelids and continued chanting.

There were two monks in total, so they decided to create a one-on-one environment for sword practice. Krieg took off his shoes. The totem light would protect his feet anyway, and the shoes would only add to the burden of movement.

Krieg sneaked up behind the second monk and stabbed the monk's back with the katana in his hand. Then he twisted his wrist subconsciously. Krieg knew that this was Genichirō's experience, so he twisted the katana. The monk twitched and turned his face towards him. Krieg smiled slightly, "Master, please recite a sutra for yourself, otherwise no one will recite it for you in the future."

The first monk noticed something was wrong. When he turned around, Krieg was stepping on the second monk's chest. He was trying to pull out the knife, but some sticky blood refused to flow off the blade. Krieg deliberately shook it, and the tip of the knife just chopped off the dead monk's head.

"Uh," Krieg pursed his lips and wiped the blood off the blade with his monk's robe, "At least he won't survive this time."

The leading monk had never suffered such an insult. In order to practice with his sword, Krieg specially used the Fang of the Faceless Man to replace Genichirō's face with his real appearance. In the monk's eyes, Krieg's appearance was similar to Robert's father who guarded the gate for them. It was such a lowly outsider who actually did such a bad thing!

"Hah!" The monk turned his hands into a fist posture, lowered his body and moved closer to Krieg step by step.

Chapter 106: Rebirth in Paradise

"Come on," Krieg did not retreat, but instead went forward to meet the monk's movements.

The best way to face an attack is to dodge, but most people don't know how to dodge well. The second best way is to block in the direction of the attack. Although it will hurt, whether it is a fist or a thigh, the damage caused by a half-swing is less than the damage caused by a full swing.

After experiencing the near-death experience in the stand battle, Krieg still remained in awe of being injured, but awe was not fear. What's more, in terms of defense, he had the totem light, and in terms of technology, this was Genichirō's body, and Beach Boy and Hayabusa helped him make fine-tuning. Krieg really had no reason to hide.

The first was an attack from bottom to top. Krieg observed the monk's movements. Although he couldn't understand why this monk, who was obviously not possessed by insects, was crazy and dared to attack a strong man with a weapon, this did not prevent the monk from having some kung fu skills.

Was it my throat that was attacked first?

Krieg suddenly lowered his head, but the monk's palm twisted from the bottom to the side. When Krieg lowered his head, the side of his neck was exposed, and it was too late to lift it up again. Even though the monk's expression had not changed from the first time Krieg saw him until now, and even when his companion died, but after his palm pressed against Krieg's neck, the monk who seemed to have some Buddhist practice suddenly revealed a twisted smile.

The well-honed palm hit the fragile neck, and the monk already knew what the result would be. A dull sound came from the hit part, and the monk's smile deepened. He liked to hear this sound the most. He would be immortal but others would perish in front of him. There was nothing happier than this. As long as he killed this invader, perhaps he would also be qualified to receive the reward from the master of the immortal peak.

So that's how the fake move works. Krieg suddenly understood. However, this expression was extremely terrifying in the eyes of the monk. He took a step back half a meter and looked at him in surprise and suspicion.

"Master, why aren't you chanting?" Krieg stretched his neck. He needed more information. Whether it was recording the monk's movements or stimulating this body's instincts, it was a sure win for him. "Could it be that your Buddha refused to accept you?"

"Hah!" The monk rushed forward again, clasped his hands together and then separated them. This time he used his fists to hit Krieg's chest.

Is the diaphragm the target of the attack?

Normally, in order to hit the opponent, I should block the fist with one hand and attack with the other. Krieg responded according to the battle simulated in his mind, but the monk's left elbow suddenly sank when approaching, and the other hand grasped the wrist to accelerate again.

Having avoided the control and been able to use even greater force, Krieg tried to find the monk's attack method according to his superficial understanding. However, before his fist was about to hit him, Genichirō's body instinctively raised its hand. Krieg noticed this change and leaned to the left. He raised the katana in his left hand and cut into the monk's completely defenseless right arm from bottom to top. The weapon used by the king was naturally the best, and the well-maintained blade cut off the monk's right arm with one blow.

So this is how to attack the weak spot. Krieg's eyes lit up, but the monk didn't think so. He muttered something, raised his foot in a messy manner, and kicked towards Krieg's position. Perhaps the monk's movements were too exaggerated, and this time Genichirō's instinct did not appear.

The monks here seemed to be unable to speak. Krieg then realized that the monk was not chanting in a low voice, but that he spoke like that and could not shout loudly.

Krieg didn't even move after being kicked. The light of the totem completely blocked the damage. He didn't even feel a little pain. He just felt something pushed. The monk didn't seem to have thought about this situation. He turned around and ran to a higher place. By then, the fishing line had entangled his feet. This turn caused him to fall directly to the ground, with half of his face covered in blood.

"Attack me, and I will give you a quick death," Krieg said sincerely, but the monk had no intention of attacking after he got up. Instead, he tried to escape, so he fell again. This time, even the speed of his blood gushing out slowed down, and his face was as white as paper.

Seeing that the monk with blood spurting from his arm was doomed, Krieg gave up the idea of ​​learning, casually pushed away the monk's resisting left hand, stepped on the struggling monk's chest, and stabbed the monk's mouth with a knife, with the blade stabbing out from the back of the head.

He needed to find a more powerful monk. Krieg brushed off the blood stains clinging to his blade. His instinctive counterattack had opened his eyes to a new world, a world of skillful combat, exactly the kind of knowledge he desperately needed to replenish. The monks operating here were all experience packs. Krieg felt no guilt for killing anyone here. Although he could come up with a thousand high-sounding excuses like punishing evildoers, he couldn't deceive his own heart.

Although his actions seemed to be eradicating evil, in reality, Krieg's reason for killing people was more because the deaths of these monks were useful to him, nothing more, and had nothing to do with justice.

Krieg walked up the mountain until the dirt road turned into a stone road. Six monks had already died at his hands. Krieg's swordsmanship was growing rapidly in actual confrontation. After all, he had no basic skills before. As long as he used his brain a little, his own thinking and Genichirō's instincts would teach him what to do.

The effect of Yueyintang was a little too good. As long as Krieg didn't make any sound, they wouldn't notice even if they had walked behind the monks. They often needed Krieg's reminder. However, the monks would not shout for reinforcements, so Krieg could sneak behind the monks every time.

This won't do, Krieg was a little helpless, he didn't come here to kill people, these crooked monks would often be frightened to the point of only having half of their strength left when they suddenly saw someone appear behind them, but when Krieg walked towards them, these monks all joined hands and punched, and the repeated practice was of no use to Krieg.

I'm not a born killer, why do I feel a little resistant? Krieg stood beside the big tree, thinking about his own nature. Even though there was a monk holding a Buddhist staff just a few meters to his side, the effect of the Moon Hidden Candy would prevent him from being discovered.

It only took Krieg a second to think about his own good and evil, and then his thoughts shifted to his inefficiency.

Since a single enemy is not enough, let's bring more. Krieg climbed onto the rock and looked down at the monks around him.

"Can you see me, venerable monks? I am the Buddha's messenger, specially sent here to lead you to the Western Paradise."

Chapter 107 Experimenters

In a certain world, Stephen Chow offended the abbot of Shaolin Temple and tried to escape in the middle of the night, but was taught a lesson by the Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin. Today, Krieg offended only one-third of the crooked monks he offended, but this already made Krieg flustered, not knowing which one to block.

The six monks lowered their bodies collectively and attacked Krieg, punching, palms and kicks. Krieg simply blocked them with his scabbard, while looking for the pattern of attack and the way to counterattack.

Some monks attacked with elbows and palms, using swift combos to thwart the enemy's attacks and make consecutive moves: some monks started with flying kicks, meeting the air while dodging the next attack. The different attack methods hit the totem light and ripples were everywhere. Krieg learned his lesson this time. Every time he was hit hard, he made a dying expression, and his defensive movements became hurried, with roars coming out of his mouth from time to time.

Although the monks here have practiced martial arts for many years, in theory they should know how the enemy should react after being hit, but Krieg has been attacked by at least 200 times, and the monks' reason tells them that even if the invader was made of iron, it should have cracked by now.

Before the monk noticed something was wrong, Krieg's dodging became more and more skillful. Although some of his postures were extremely ugly, he had changed from blindly dodging with large movements to shaking his body slightly. Although the power of the totem blocked the pain and damage, Krieg could still rely on the sense of touch to estimate what kind of damage he should suffer from each move, and avoid certain moves that would cause serious damage.

Krieg was growing, but the monks could no longer hold on. The people here were all mortals with limited physical strength. These monks at the outermost edge of Xianfeng Temple were called inspectors to put it nicely, and gatekeepers to put it bluntly. If they were really strong, they would not have such a cheap position. Soon Krieg had nothing to learn, and with the help of a kind monk's heavy kick, Krieg drew out his sword and slashed at the nearest monk at an angle.

Although there was nothing mysterious about the monk's boxing skills, it was extremely unscientific for him to fight with bare hands. Although Krieg's actions were indeed merciless, every time at the most critical second, the monk could use his fist to deflect the blade, and then other monks would rush forward to help their companions.

This was quite interesting. Krieg gave up on the idea of ​​a direct decapitation cheat and instead relied on the feel of the weapon in Genichirō's body and his own occasional flashes of inspiration to deal with it seriously. Although according to the game's plot, the masters from the inner court were no match for Ashina Isshin, Krieg himself was no match either! In the event of needing to face multiple red-armored masters, or any unexpected variables, Krieg must learn how to deal with multiple enemies here.

He slashed once on the left, then turned to the right, forcing the enemy to raise their arms to strike under their armpits, then attacked the joints, looking for angles where the enemy couldn't attack. Krieg tried every possibility, then combined them, the katana still swung around randomly in his hand, but the lethality was increasing.

Relying on both his brain and instinct, Krieg became more and more familiar with the monks' movements. When a monk flew forward and kicked, his companions were standing a little apart, giving him room to exert force. Krieg seized this opportunity and rubbed his sword against the monk's trouser legs. The astonishingly long sword started from the buttocks and went up until it cut through the shoulder. The tip of the sword spurted out a spray of blood.

This is how he seized the flaw. Krieg took a step back. Even though the monks here had been cooperating with each other during the battle, they did not even blink when their companions died in front of them. The next second, Krieg was stepped on by a heavy leg wearing monk shoes.

This was the gap between the boxing moves. Krieg swung the katana. As long as one monk bent the blade with his fist, the katana would surely cut through his companion's body. The human body's perception time was very fast during the battle. When the monk came to his senses, five corpses were left around him. The invader looked seriously injured and was still standing there. He looked like this at least five minutes ago.

The monk finally realized that he had been deceived. He thought he already knew the invader's level, and punched sideways when the sword was slashing diagonally. However, the invader's sword skills, which had always been terrible, suddenly changed. Only the speed of the sword, which was barely strong, touched his fist. It moved at an angle that was absolutely impossible for a human body to exert force. The invader did not make any movement, but his sword handle suddenly moved outwards, and before the monk could react, the sword had already pierced his neck.

This is naturally because Krieger used the Beach Boys. Of course, he had to be honest when learning, but since there was nothing to learn, he naturally had to use all methods to win.

The people here can see the wild soul but not the substitute. Is it because of the problem of the devil moment, or is it that the wild soul does not actually belong to spiritual power?

Krieg searched for traces of monks in a large area around him. He didn't find many living people, but he found a lot of dead people. The hands and feet of each corpse were tied, and they had been dead for a long time. These were all victims of Xianfeng Temple, and they were also living beings. But now they could only rot silently in every inconspicuous corner.

In the game, the protagonist Wolf picked up a lot of props next to these corpses, but the game is a game after all. The crooked monks in Xianfeng Temple who are short of money will not let go of the wallets of these victims, and only death is left here.

In order to save the country, Genichirō acquiesced to what Senpoji did. Looking at the blackened corpses on the ground, each of them had a withered face and was extremely thin, and thinking about the Taro soldiers who were fat and deformed because of the persimmons they had ripened, Krieg really couldn't say anything to support Genichirō's behavior of saving the country.

Without the citizens who live there, what will be saved?

Krieg sighed, the excitement of the battle immediately fading away. He knew there were more corpses and more horrific things to come.

This is not Buddhism, this is a den of ghosts.

After finding Robert's father, they left and let the warrior generals raze this place to the ground. Krieg's face was gloomy. Compared with the malice of humans towards their own kind, the malice of supernatural creatures was simply not worth mentioning.

There were two monks guarding the main entrance of the temple building. Krieg had no intention of learning. Beach Boy pierced through their hearts, and then the sword pierced through again.

Krieg walked indifferently in the building. The monks who were worshipping noticed the invaders and rushed forward, and then all of them were killed in a few moves. When the flames were raging from the body of the only parasite, Krieg had already walked out of the building.

ps:py "It is well known that the devil cannot enter the novice village"

Chapter 108 Western Warriors Blocking the Road

The fishhook slipped out of his hand, and by the time the monk of Xianfeng Temple found himself under attack, the fishhook had often already pierced his head. To the people here, the substitute was an invisible magic, and if they were alone, they would be killed instantly. If there were multiple patrollers Krieg would rely on the light of the totem and the sword to resist. Before these monks died, they were probably filled with the only emotion of frustration in their minds.

Along the way, Krieg's biggest obstacle was the noise he made while carrying the nodachi. Its massive size made it difficult to remain silent. Fortunately, the monks here were so blind that they needed to use torches even during the day. As long as the Moon Candy remained effective, Krieg was in no danger of being attacked first.

There were tied-up adults everywhere, lying face down on the ground. Red and white windmills were stuck in the corners, spinning silently in the wind. After Krieg dealt with all the monks, when he left, the windmills seemed to spin a little faster.

The road became increasingly precipitous. Krieg chose the path that monks used to practice martial arts. The road was made of wooden planks and was built on the outside of the mountain. There was a creaking sound every few steps. The wooden planks looked almost rotten, but they surprisingly supported Krieg's weight.

Several Ranbashi were guarding the area above. These ninjas, guarding Senpoji Temple, were short and didn't look human. Krieg, with his sharp eyes, noticed a handkerchief tied to one of the Ranbashi's belt. The red color didn't match the dark Ranbashi's attire at all; it had clearly been dyed a bright color to amuse a child. So Krieg grabbed his foot, turned Ranbashi's head downward, and kicked him down.

Which one is it? Eleven or twelve?