Macho Harem Paradise Project

The tall figure landed on the house, and after checking to see if there were any unrelated people inside, Yang Ming Xiuyi stood right above their heads. Since the beams were not meant for people to stand on and were smooth and flat, no one imagined that there was someone standing on them, looking at them coldly.

He was still chatting and laughing with his housekeeper, boasting about how much assets he had extorted from the poor, who had a beautiful daughter he could exchange for benefits, or that there was some unlucky guy who could be the scapegoat for the previously exposed things, and he could even take over his wife and daughter. His laughter was unscrupulous, twisted and evil.

In Yang Mingxiu's eyes, they could no longer be called human beings, but rather a kind of filthy and foul creatures like the evil spirits from hell. He was extremely furious, and at the same time, he was carefully searching around to see if there were any imperial weapon users from the Empire.

It seems there are none nearby.

As for his purpose, of course he wanted to fight with them and kill them severely.

The evil spirits in front of him were all ordinary people with power, who would be crushed into powder in an instant under his iron fist. He couldn't ask for too much. Yang Ming Xiuyi's ability to use his power to make them feel more pain was the only remaining rationality in his rage. He was not in the mood to control these guys. He just wanted to let them fully feel the despair and then die. That was enough.

This is not good. It's just that I have witnessed many evils, but why is the fire in my heart still burning so fiercely and difficult to quench?

This way of thinking like an ordinary human being and the ability to control emotions is unwise for a young man who is already an extraordinary person. It will make him impulsive and even endanger himself at certain times.

But he has never been a high-handed controller. He still has a strong sense of empathy and can feel the cries of those who are suffering. He feels sorry for their experiences and is angry from the bottom of his heart.

His eyes were as calm as the surface of a lake, but the moment he sensed guilt, they would burn and boil, instantly evaporating the surface of the lake and starting a raging fire.

If the strong men from the Empire are not nearby, then just gather together.

He could no longer suppress the urge to make a scene.

The spell to disperse idlers was cast, and all ordinary people, with him as the center, felt boundless fear, and left their homes driven by instinct, without knowing why.

For the time being, I don’t want innocent people to be implicated by myself, and I try not to involve irrelevant people.

At the same time, the sky and the earth changed color, and the vast and surging life force gathered in his hands. The pure white power gathered in the darkness was like stars and the moon, shining brightly.

The cunning man who was talking and laughing at his feet stopped talking because the atmosphere had changed, as if he was being targeted by some dangerous being.

That sense of crisis has been developed by humans since ancient times in order to avoid danger, whether it is from wild beasts, natural disasters, or their own kind.

The subconscious panic caused by the threat to life.

But before he had time to look around and think about why he had such a feeling when he was clearly in the safe depths of the empire and surrounded by a large number of bodyguards, the threat had already arrived.

Yang Ming Xiuyi was on the roof and punched the ground.

The first thing to be hit was the expensive rock ground. The speed of its collapse, disintegration, and complete lift-off by the strong fist's air pressure was beyond expectations and exceeded the human body's reaction time.

Next came the humans. Under this air pressure, they instantly lost their bodies, and their bones and flesh turned into carbon elements, floating in the air.

But the strange thing is that they did not die just like that. Instead, they were able to think. They just lost all four senses. Their vision, hearing, smell and taste were instantly deprived.

Only the sense of touch remains.

Then the powder floating in the air forcefully locked their souls into it, allowing them to feel the pain of having their bodies crushed into pieces.

It hurts so much, it hurts so much, it hurts so much!!!

If they still had a human body and felt such pain, they would go into shock or even die in an instant, but they just couldn't die. They had lost everything including their bodies, but the pain engraved in their souls was deeply retained.

boom! ! !

Then, the ground was shattered and the air pressure began to disperse in all directions. The destructive power brought by the air wave was able to blow up everything. The magnificent buildings accumulated by the wealth exploited from the poor became fragments and spread outward. This complex of buildings that was full of evil in his eyes instantly became a large open space. Of course, this was in order not to affect the houses of civilians farther away, and he was holding back to a considerable extent.

Even so, the deep pit that drilled deep down from the opened rock floor still told of the horror of his power, including the wind pressure brought by the fist pressure, which finally dissipated towards the sky under guidance, raising a cold and violent gale that rushed straight into the sky.

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The airflow made people wonder whether it would rush directly out of the earth.

The Night Raid members who were observing from the mountains outside the empire also felt the earthquake-like vibration. Of course, the vibration was not strong as they were thousands of meters away, but they were still shocked.

This strike seemed to be able to penetrate mountains and shatter hills. How did he become such a powerful and renowned figure? Why has no one ever heard of this person? With his demonstrated fighting ability and unforgettable appearance, how could he remain unknown?

It was as if he had fallen from the sky. There was no record of him at all. No matter his life, identity, or origin, any offspring born from parents would more or less leave clues in the world, but his resume was blank.

After getting the information, Najeshitan confirmed it again and again. After knowing that the other party was a monster that seemed to have jumped out of a stone, she also felt a little worried.

She was stunned at the time. She was stunned by the man's cold and resolute face and his words that could not find any flaws. In addition, there was some indescribable feeling. She gave her trust to him without reservation, but when she recalled it afterwards, she felt that something was wrong.

I just handed over the backbone organization of the future resistance to the empire to such a person of unknown origin.

But if it was just a show for themselves, the cost of annihilating an entire local army would be unbearable even for the empire. The possibility is too low.

As she was comforting herself, the door of her room was hastily pushed open. The person who came in was Brand, originally a soldier of the Empire, known as the "Slayer of a Hundred Men". He was thrown into jail because his superior general refused to pay a bribe. He tried to seek justice for his superior general but was also framed. Finally, he could not bear the corruption of the Empire anymore, so he used the imperial weapon to escape and joined Najeshitan.

Originally, he was going to join Night Raid and become a strong teammate, but Yangming Shuichi's requirement was that there could not be any men in the organization other than himself.

This strange request, plus the pair of sisters he brought with him, who now looked very beautiful, and the members who survived the night raid were all beauties, this man couldn't be a sex-hungry ghost, right?

Brand, this 185cm tall burly man, what was the reason for such panic?

"That guy openly declared war on the Empire!"

"oh,,,?"

She didn't quite understand the meaning of it. The mission was just to assassinate a noble who was harming the people. Moreover, the intelligence did not mention any real expert protection. Not to mention that all members would be mobilized for the night raid today, even if only Hill was there, it would be enough to cut them all off.

Snapped!

She slammed her fist down on the table and her eyes widened.

"In the end what happened?!"

"That man, after eliminating the target of the mission, razed everything nearby to the ground. He has not left yet, and seems to be waiting for the Empire's response."

By the way, the wording of razing it to the ground can make some sense. If we recall the traces left on the local military territory, we will understand.

But the following sentences are really confusing. What kind of mentality does he have to challenge an empire with a thousand-year history? Does he really think he can defeat the empire head-on?

Suddenly she recalled the promise the man had made to her.

Take over the empire in one week.

Such lofty ambitions would have been laughed off as a joke, but now it seems that the other party is serious.

It really couldn't be more true.

"Hey, hey, hey!!! What on earth does he want to do?" Leone's hands had turned into tiger claws, and he covered his head with his hands, looking crazy.

"How amazing." Hill put his finger on his lips and exclaimed.

"Leone, go drag that idiot back. I'll cover you." Marne hurriedly set up the pumpkin cannon. Although she was unhappy with him, they were still her companions. If the other party did something stupid, it was her responsibility to help clean up the mess.

"No need."

"Believe in Yangming~"

The two sisters, Akame and Kurome, stood in front of Leone, and Akame's Murasame I-body blocked the muzzle of the pumpkin cannon.

"Do you really understand? He is about to face the entire empire's army, including the imperial weapon users and hidden forces!" Main said anxiously. Maybe it's not too late now. Although the other party is a reckless man, the strength he showed is unquestionable. With her own cover and Leone's support, she should be able to evacuate him before the empire can react.

"It's just a mere empire." Hei Tong said lightly, holding a lollipop in his mouth.

"I'm not worthy to be his opponent." Chi Tong's eyes were still cold. The reason for blocking the gun was not to disturb the young man who was in high spirits, and it also matched his trust in his strength.

He will sort everything out.

It's not that he wasn't worried about Yang Ming Xiuyi, but he had already given the order in advance. The women who had been marked would definitely obey his serious orders. His purpose was simple, to prevent them from causing trouble for him.

The impulsive man wanted to try at this moment the pleasure of overthrowing a country by his own strength.

Minister Ernest was enjoying delicious food in the palace. As a minister who holds great power and controls the young emperor, his biggest hobby is eating. He looks like a seriously obese giant. After killing the emperor's parents, he monopolized power and interfered in state affairs. He can be said to be the culprit of the corruption in the empire.

While chewing the delicious meat, Ernest was thrown from his seat by a sudden shock and fell to the ground. His disgusting body, which was twisted like a mountain of meat and fat, crawled up with difficulty and roared at the guards to come in and report to him what had happened.

He didn't know that there was such a thing as earthquakes in the empire.

Then the internal security came in hurriedly and reported to him that there seemed to be damage caused by a rebel army outside.

"Send out the troops! Eliminate that arrogant guy."

"Yes."

Under the minister's orders, the empire began to move at a rapid pace, while Ernest himself walked slowly towards the young emperor's bedroom.

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In the emperor's heart, he is still a kind and gentle father, so he wants to go and comfort him.

Yang Ming Xiuyi, who caused all the shock, is still standing there, feeling quite bored. He can sense that people are staring at him, but they are still not taking any action. It is really boring.

The passion in my heart to challenge the country is about to burn out.

In order to urge them to move faster, the young man stretched out one hand forward, revealing a small scale.

Although it was already deep in the night, he could still feel the numerous evil spirits in this country still roaring. This was proof that the power of punishment in his body was raging.

This kind of evil ghosts in human skin exist in every era, but why are there so many of them here? Yangming Xiuyi now really has four powers on him: life, punishment, judgment, and farsightedness.

To some extent, he is now a human-shaped apocalypse, able to unleash the power of disaster on everything around him at any time.

That is the power obtained from Apocalypse, the scales that can judge some sins. Compared to the inexplicable way of using it on Apocalypse, it can play a greater role in one's own hands.

There will be absolutely no harm left.

As for whether it is fair or not, it all depends on the rules set by the users, which is the so-called flexible bottom line.

As long as it is a living being, it must have some kind of sin. The essence of human beings is greed. If we look at it from this perspective, then all of humanity can be sentenced. Even those who have ideals, are honest and kind, can always find flaws if they are carefully criticized.

Therefore, he set the level of judgment higher, and only those who did things that he could not tolerate would receive this kind of pain.

Murder, fire prevention, rape and looting, human trafficking, participants, profiteers, and so on.

As for those who are accomplices of the evil, they shall be guilty of the same crime.

A golden outline appeared in his eyes, the eyes of the big bird observing.

The power of life allows him to observe the essence of human beings, that is, the color of the soul. For example, everyone in the night raid is white with gray. After all, they have more or less human lives on their hands, so it is inevitable that they will not be pure white when observed from a distance by a big bird.

Only in modern society are there relatively more humans with pure white souls. Of course, there are also such people in this era, but it is unlikely to appear in people other than civilians.

Only a very small number of officials who have ideals and morality in their hearts can be considered white, while the rest are all extremely dark, as dirty as mud and extremely smelly.

Just by looking at the color of this soul, you can understand how much evil it has done, building its own enjoyment on the suffering of others.

Boom!

The scale fell and began to tilt towards one side.

Everyone hid their bloody hands behind their backs, secretly staring at the sin that fell in the gray area, and then communicated with smiles in their eyes.

Can a person rely on his own opinions, stand on the moral high ground, and judge evil in the name of justice? And how should he judge the evil beneath the glamor and the crimes in the gray area of the law?

Yang Ming Xiuyi gave the answer.

He just makes up the rules himself.

Just do what you think is right.

Other things are not important.

The dignitaries, nobles, and businessmen, as long as they were within the empire, without exception, began to feel pain all over their bodies, their breathing stopped, and their hearts seemed to be tightly squeezed by invisible hands, and their lives began to hang by a thread.

Even among the troops who secretly surrounded Yang Ming Xiuyi, many people began to fall down, holding their chests and trembling all over.

No one knew what happened, but for a moment the entire empire was howling.

Of course, such a large-scale attack cannot easily take his life, it is just a means of punishment.

Their lives would be taken one by one with one's own hands after some slow torture.

The heavy hammer of the soul hit the guilty person's heart fiercely. In Yang Mingxiu's eyes, the evil demonic energy was called from the invisible judgment and hit it fiercely. It was so terrible that it could not be described. It was almost a rule-like punishment. The soul was not dissipated, but rapidly aged. Whether it was the middle-aged or the young, even the children became old in an instant, and the old people cried out in pain to find that they had lost the ability to speak and move.

The self in the mirror gradually became dry and old, and stayed in the most painful, weak and decadent period. His face was as hideous as tree bark, and even getting up from the bed or chair was extremely difficult. The originally strong muscles and bones in his body were crackling due to the force, accompanied by severe pain.

Yangming Xiuyi was naturally careful. If such indiscriminate attacks affected irrelevant people, it would be a crime, so he added a clause that the person who was attacked must be a guy who committed the crime with a twisted joy or hedonistic mentality. This way, he could avoid people who were seeking revenge for their loved ones, or were being threatened and controlled, so that special circumstances could be spared.

For a while, screams resounded throughout the empire. Many servants or relatives of the powerful and wealthy found that several people in their families had disappeared, leaving only an ugly old man wearing his relatives' clothes, who was pointing wildly with his eyes wide open. It seemed as if his throat was locked tightly and he could not utter any words. He could only make meaningless movements with his dry and old fingers.

As for whether they were later regarded as thieves who stole clothes and put them on, or whether they could understand that their relatives suddenly became so old, it had nothing to do with Yang Ming Xiuyi.

In either case, they will be extremely miserable.

And it also comes with the blessing of the power of life. If they do not die an unnatural death, they will continue to live with such a broken and powerless life, whether it is for one year or ten years, it does not matter.

As for what happens later, he will slowly settle the accounts. Of course, there is no need to do this kind of thing himself. The rebels, those who have made enemies with the powerful, and the people who have been harmed will be very happy to count the crimes one by one on his behalf.

As for Ernest, who was in the emperor's bedroom, he was in the same situation.

What happened?