Macho Harem Paradise Project

Under attack!

I was attacked!

The most ancient, original and powerful imperial weapon in the empire was damaged by a traitor, and the attack was definitely quite powerful. The young emperor deeply felt the impact that poured in.

Feet! My left foot can’t move?!

boom! ! !

The earth was roaring with wails. Fortunately, Yang Ming Xiuyi, who was cautious, dispersed the surrounding civilians in advance, otherwise the aftermath of the battle alone would have caused the empire's population to drop sharply to an unknown extent.

He is truly an emperor who has no mercy on his own people.

Yang Ming Xiuyi pulled his fist out of the armor of the steel giant and looked at the opponent who had lost the ability to move.

It's still pretty tough, and a 1000% intentional punch can only destroy one of the limbs, and cannot destroy it in one blow.

?311 Breaking the Abyss

It's only slightly inferior to the Apocalypse Bird.

However, Yangming Shuichi's strength is different from before.

He wanted to beat him slowly so that the emperor would deeply understand how to pay for the crimes he had committed out of ignorance.

Beat, beat, beat.

It was a punch that was powerful enough to tear the earth apart. The feeling between his fingers was the steel material of a huge mecha, which was very uncomfortable. However, there was nothing that could be done about it, because he had to make the other party understand something by exposing the humiliation brought about by such an action.

All of its limbs had been removed, leaving only the ridiculous human-stick-like mecha crawling on the ground. Even so, it still looked huge and intimidating.

"It's really scary." Najeshitan finally arrived this time and faced Yangming Shuichi's terrifying fighting power.

Faced with a terrifying existence that would be difficult to defeat even if all the resistance forces were mobilized, he simply laughed wildly and swung his fists playfully, slowly dismantling the imperial weapon that was supposed to continue the empire's dominance until it became useless scrap.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

It was a howl of fear and anxiety, and the little emperor almost collapsed.

Although Yang Mingxiu's attack was very brutal, he was careful not to accidentally kill the little emperor, so he attacked the limbs first, and then the torso of the imperial weapon, breaking the hard steel on the outside bit by bit to reveal the softer internal structure.

The world's technological level is a mystery as it allows for mechas of this level and those marvelous imperial tools to appear.

"So... we just watch like this?" Leone completely evacuated the surrounding people and returned to Najeshita.

The rebels have begun to gather, and following Yang Mingxiu's thorough counterattack, it will surely be a complete victory.

The civilians who had suffered torture and hardship because of their official positions broke into the homes of the powerful with weapons, and when they found those poor old people, even though they were already as old as clocks, they still attacked with red eyes, slashing with knives, chopping with swords, and piercing with hayforks, and they felt infinite pleasure watching their painful appearance.

Then, when he realized that this still didn't kill him, he swung his weapon even faster.

The life that followed the verdict, at this moment, exerted the strength that was originally intended to appear, hanging on to life, and enjoying everything.

What an absurd and interesting picture, the common people are filled with indignation, and the dignitaries are powerless and forced to accept torture.

All this made Yangming Xiuyi feel comfortable.

Finally he reached the head of the imperial weapon and, as easily as peeling an egg, he tore open the tough outer shell of defense, revealing the almost collapsed little emperor.

With tears in the corners of her eyes, she looked at me pitifully.

"No, no, don't come over here!"

"Don't come near me!!!"

The children's shrill howls were very noisy. He hated children, especially naughty ones.

Even if it was an ordinary, normal child who provoked me, I would attack him without mercy. Didn't I throw Shenmu Guang, who was only 12 years old, into a brothel to serve customers?

A large hand grabbed the emperor's hair and pulled him out.

It also means that this imperial system that was so stupid that it made people laugh has disappeared.

Every dynasty and system has its own limitations, which is inevitable, but this one has done a really good job.

Even if Emperor Zhaolie's son Liu Chan was in this position, he might be able to do a better job.

There was a cold light in the young man's eyes that was more empty than the tranquility of death, and his posture was like a warrior who specialized in resisting oppression and using force to deal with oppression and injustice.

Everyone in the night raid couldn't help but focus their eyes on the man who was standing on the imperial weapon, holding the emperor in the sky with one hand, making him look like a little chicken.

No one could equate him with the impression of a man who spoke little but had a gentle and considerate expression.

In the base, he is always calm and gentle, and even his speech is not as rude as his appearance. His face gives people the illusion of a handsome big boy.

But now, that kind of strong hostility towards the evil cult is so fierce that it is unforgettable, making anyone who faces such an expression feel uneasy. The atmosphere alone can make the weak-willed people so frightened that their legs become limp.

"My name is Yangming Xiuyi."

"He is the one who disturbed the earth, defeated the emperor, and shook the country."

But the "gentle" Yang Ming Xiuyi drives the energy to allow him to constantly repair himself, so he can continue to make shrill screams.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The highest position in the empire, the emperor, who symbolizes supreme imperial power, is now in his hands, being tortured and paying the price for his own stupidity.

The purest anger was poured out on the little emperor.

There is no logic to it, and I don't consider its correctness. It's just simple venting of anger.

Although from the overall perspective the real culprit is the fat pig minister who is being cut into pieces, the little emperor in front of him also "has made an indelible contribution".

Just like the weeds that can be seen everywhere on the roadside, if you are in a bad mood, you will pull them up by the roots, and if you get tired of playing with them, you will just throw them away casually.

What kind of emperor is this? He claims to be a god. He is nothing but a chicken or a dog.

Even if it is a god, if he makes him unhappy, he will pull him down from the throne and vent his anger on him.

"Ah, ah..." crying weakly like a child.

The guards stationed in the kingdom began to gather. From the shock in the palace to the appearance of the huge imperial weapon, and then to their reaction and gathering to defend their country, it took no more than ten minutes, so they were able to gather together just in time to watch what happened to the emperor.

Yangming Xiuyi stood high on the steel of the national defense machine, holding the emperor in one hand and looking down at everyone.

He looks so dignified and imposing, and doesn't look like a traitor at all.

The wind was howling, and he felt the pleasure. His eyes were not on the emperor in his hands, nor did he linger on the troops surrounding him.

?312 sinner?

Even though these loyal knights still charged into the scorching sun, such things no longer mattered.

The young man flattened the abyss, killed many people, and changed the fate of countless people.

But if anyone could really see through this man, they would find that everything he did was towards a goal.

Eliminate suffering.

Make yourself the scorching sun to illuminate the way ahead, and then make yourself the sharp sword to walk in front of everyone.

"sinner!"

“How dare you!”

My eyelids twitched.

The loyalty of these knights is commendable, but he is not a wimp who would just accept scolding.

"Shut up!!!"

The raging sound spread, and everyone was forced to stop talking, and even temporarily lost the ability to think.

Say you are a sinner?

ridiculous.

What is guilty and what is innocent? These are just rules made by humans for the sake of social stability.

Ultimately, what is reasonable is in the interests of the vast majority of people, while what seeks to destroy harmony and stability is a sin.

This emperor is, without a doubt, the biggest sinner in the empire.

He had no idea that his parents were murdered by someone, and he respectfully called the minister who killed his parents "Father-in-law" and regarded him as his closest friend. He was so ignorant that I wonder whether the previous emperor here had received a good education.

At least in his own understanding, the descendants of those emperors all had to go through rigorous selection and learn various things from a young age before they had the opportunity to become the Son of Heaven and compete with their many royal brothers for the throne.

He looked coldly at the troops that had surrounded him. Their numbers had been greatly reduced, and most of them had seen him before, on the night when he personally arrived in the empire.

It's really a long-awaited reunion now. Are you touched?

dare not move.

Because the rebels have surrounded them.

"I'll leave the rest to you."

Yang Ming Xiuyi saw Najeshitan who had arrived, threw the emperor and the minister to the ground, jumped up, and disappeared.

"Everyone at night raid, return to the base."

And all the members of the Night Raid had these words in their minds.

They looked at each other and realized that apart from helping to evacuate the people at the beginning, they really couldn't help at all.

They looked at each other without saying anything and started their journey back.

The dawn of peace has arrived, and no evil thrives under the blazing sun, at least for now.

Yang Ming Xiuyi is like the real sun, igniting the flame of hope in everyone's heart.

As he swung his fists capriciously again and again, scattering all the evil things he saw with his iron fists and conquering them with his unrivaled power, the light also illuminated the way ahead.

The burning flames illuminate the haze and also illuminate the way forward.

. . . . . .

Yang Ming Xiuyi did not return to the base immediately because there was still a little thing to do.

It was Najeshitan's request.

"The rebels are not rebelling just for their beliefs and people."

“Similarly, some people in high positions covet power and want to transform themselves from being persecuted to being oppressors through resistance.”

"Can you please clean it up?"

Yang Mingxiu nodded slightly, it was his duty to remove more garbage for the sake of mankind.

Of course, not all members of the resistance army are fighting for the suffering people, and there are certainly many such people.

But for me who has seen through the essence of life, it is just a piece of cake.

The impending great victory made these people talk happily in the conference room, describing what position they would hold when they took over the empire, how much power and land they would get, and what they would have in their hands.

Many of them are such "gamblers", thinking that since they have no money or power and can't make a name for themselves in the Empire, they might as well bet their wealth on the rebels. If they win, they'll make a fortune, and if they lose, it's all over.

As a decision-maker who makes plans and sets the general direction, he doesn't need to go to the battlefield himself. As long as he cleans his bottom line, even if the resistance is defeated, he can just find a place to hide and look for the next opportunity to turn things around.

In the eyes of these people, those rebels who truly fight for their ideals and beliefs are just cannon fodder for their own careers and are not worth paying too much attention to.

Among them are former aristocrats who have failed in officialdom, wealthy businessmen who have been oppressed by power, minor local officials, and of course some officials who have a conscience and cannot bear to see the suffering of the people.

As soon as Yang Mingxiu stepped in, the entire conference room fell silent.

This place is very hidden, most of the resistance leaders don't know about it, this man...

It looks somewhat familiar.

"Hey! Isn't this our great hero Mr. Yangming?"

"Please sit down, please sit down!"

The astonishment and dissatisfaction on his face instantly turned into flattery. The man in front of him was an extremely powerful man who could shake the empire alone. From Najeshita's description and the legend that had been widely circulated in the empire, one could know how terrifying this existence was.

He's so scary that I need to fawn on him.

Yang Ming Xiuyi naturally had no interest in being hypocritically polite with them. He just looked at these "comrades" in front of him with a cold gaze.

Then, after observing the color of its soul, his eyes fixed.

That's a terrible power.

The bodies of more than half of the people present began to age and degenerate rapidly. The young and middle-aged became old people, and from old people became dying people. Then from dying people they became a twisted ball whose bones became too soft and brittle, and they became completely silent.