Liu Xuande would never be a succubus of the Eastern Han Dynasty!

Master Lu stood in the sky with his hands behind his back.

Her originally angry expression dissipated with the appearance of Zuo Ci, and then she showed a somewhat relieved expression.

"It only took half a month, and you've already mastered a portion of the Heavenly Dao's power? Haha, you're truly an excellent talent."

Even after some time, Master Lu had confirmed that Liu Bei was still alive and had only suffered some minor injuries.

But even so, the world must know what the final outcome will be if anyone touches Master Lu's disciples.

"Ten thousand arrows, come."

Arrows were released from the air behind them, and then suddenly shot out at the same time, hitting the ships on the sea.

It would be fine if it was just a normal volley of arrows, but the sea is so vast that not all the arrows could hit the ship.

But this is exactly where the problem lies.

The arrows condensed by Master Lu are not comparable to those of ordinary archers. Each arrow has a faint self-awareness and can even move according to the enemy's movements.

In other words, these ten thousand arrows all have the attribute of being sure to hit the target.

Just imagine how terrifying this would be.

Twelve Mohist floating ships and more than a hundred pirate warships were completely destroyed after only a few seconds of resistance.

The pirates and Mohists living in it were annihilated along with the ship without even a cry for help.

After the attack, these arrows merged with the arrows around them, eventually forming hundreds of huge arrows that steadily caught the captives on the ship.

They flew straight towards the surrounding cities.

After Master Lu did all this, his body suddenly became much shorter, and his originally indifferent and otherworldly temperament also weakened a lot.

Finally, she glanced at Liu Bei, and her body completely turned into a shadow and disappeared.

"I'll leave Xuande to you for now. Once this matter is clear, have him come find me."

"...?"

The Mohist master's eyes gradually widened, and he was somewhat incredulous about what had just happened.

The abilities of the holders of the Heavenly Dao throughout the ages have varied, but the ability to destroy an entire navy single-handedly is extremely rare.

I'm afraid it will only appear when the country is founded.

Now that she had seen it with her own eyes, it was truly eye-opening, but she had not expected that they were targeting her own people.

"Hmm, Master Lu is really powerful!"

Although Zuo Ci looked like a grown-up girl at this time, her words were still full of childish playfulness. However, when she looked at the great Mohist leader, she was filled with disgust and anger.

"Let's see how to resolve your issue."

"Sir, wait a minute!"

Mo Tong lowered the giant into the sea, stepped on its head, and shouted from a distance, "...Is Xuande okay?"

"You are…?"

Zuo Ci's eyes flashed with murderous intent, but after sniffing, he said deflatedly, "You smell like Brother Xuande... Humph, where did you get this vixen like you?"

"Fox spirit? Me? Hahaha, the Immortal must be joking."

Mo Tong quickly bowed and said, "I am Mo Tong, the heir of the Mohist school. I do not want to be associated with the Mohists, so I have constructed this body and seek help from Master Xuande."

"..."

But surprisingly, the great Mohist scholar did not make any comment on this statement, neither getting angry nor making sarcastic remarks.

"Alright, alright, I don't have time to bother with your nonsense."

Zuo Ci reached out and scooped up Liu Bei from the sea, burying him headfirst into his proud mountain peaks. He then hummed softly, "How could a mere Mohist poison have any effect on Big Brother? He's simply exhausted, and a little rest will be enough."

"That's good."

Mo Tong breathed a sigh of relief, then took a few steps forward and looked at the Mo family leader, and then they both fell into a mysterious silence.

But soon, Mo Tong walked forward with a gloomy face, slowly raised his hand towards the Mo family leader, and after hesitating for a few seconds, suddenly slapped him in the face.

"Snapped--"

"How many people have been displaced by your scheme? How many innocent Mohist disciples have become your victims? You are truly a cruel and heartless person!"

"In the name of the descendants of the founder of the Mohist school, I will remove your status as a great master."

"Surrender, traitor."

"Hahahahaha..."

The great Mohist scholar did not get angry but laughed instead, his expression full of relief, but he was soon swallowed up by madness in the next second.

"Little Mo Tong, the experience I've learned from my long life is that the more people scheme, the more likely they are to fail due to unforeseen circumstances."

"One must become a creature beyond human."

"What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

“…I will give up this broken body for the fresh breeze.”

The Mohist master laughed so hard that his shoulders were shaking, and then his eyes lost all consciousness, and he looked like he was "dead".

Mohist Chapter: Chapter 52: The Incarnate Spirit

First birth: Bronze has tears.

When she opened her eyes, she happened to be lying in a meteorite crater on the top of Kuaiji Mountain.

The moonlight poured onto the copper-colored skin, and every line on it shone with the words from the fragments of "Mozi".

The mountain wind brought the smoke of the Warring States Period, wrapped in the screams of the battle between Qi and Chu, and poured into her seven orifices - this was her first cry as a victim of the concept of "non-aggression".

"Can mechanical spirits also have feelings?"

The white-haired old man stood by the pit, leaning on a nine-foot-long paulownia stick. He stroked her burning forehead with his withered hand, "From today on, you will be the protector of the Mohist school."

That night, Mozi used the sword of universal love to cut off half of her bronze bones and replaced them with sandalwood joints.

In the severe pain, she seemed to see bloodstains of machine oil and bamboo slip fragments in the cracks of the old man's nails.

-

Millennium Gear Rusty Heart

The snow from Hangu Pass fell on her eyelashes, forming ice crystals.

The rain of arrows from the Qin army's crossbow array covered the sky. She opened her arms and turned them into a mechanical wall. The blood of three hundred Mohist disciples flowed into her chest through the gear grooves.

The one who felt the most pain was the little boy with pigtails. Before he died, he stuffed half a wheat cake into her palm and said, "Sir... Come on, come on..."

The fire in Mo City burned for three days and three nights. She lay on the beheaded body of the giant and pulled out the Confucian rulers embedded in his spine one by one.

Every time he pulled out a hair, he would recite a passage from "Qinshi" until his throat was soaked with blood.

When the Chu-Han Contention was raging, she slept at the bottom of the Yellow River, and the river mud corroded her sandalwood knees.

One day, he was caught in a fishing net. When he opened his eyes, he saw refugees exchanging their children for food. In a rage, he suddenly broke his left arm and forged it into a plow to distribute to farmers.

-

Signs of madness: universal love turns into a scab.

The first time rust on knuckles was discovered was during the reign of Emperor Xuan.

She was sitting in the Mohist workshop repairing a crossbow when verdigris suddenly gushed out from between her fingernails, corroding the bamboo slips of "Economy" into powder.

The disciples' frightened eyes were more heartbreaking than the iron hooves of the Jin soldiers.

"Big man, wake up!"

The young disciple shook her right hand which was stuck in the gears - just now she had tried to carve "Tian Zhi" into her ribs.

Brass brain matter oozed from his earholes, blurring onto the rice paper into a prophetic message: "Not attacking does not mean not killing; loving all is not different."

On a rainy night in the first year of Jianwu, she squatted under the eaves and watched Emperor Guangwu's cavalry trample the last Mohist workshop.

Raindrops penetrated her increasingly transparent body, carving two lines of cursive writing on the bluestone slab: "My way is dead, my soul is rusted."

Ending: Blood Grant.

The night Mo Tong was born, she was holding a half-broken sword against her throat.

The Yangzhou River reflects the blood-red full moon, as well as the unique green bird pattern of Mozi's bloodline on the baby girl's swaddling clothes.

Sparks suddenly burst out from the bronze heart - that was hope hotter than molten flames.

"Be good and watch Aunt Juzi perform magic tricks~"

When she made the first wooden kite for her baby girl, she secretly embedded the "Shangtong" pivot of her own spine into the iris.

Mo Tong giggled and pulled her hair, but he didn't know that there were 129,600 mechanical restrictions entangled in each white hair.

When the Heavenly Dao returned to the world, she set foot on the snowy mountains alone and eventually met 'Him'.

"Tian Dao, why don't we make a deal."

From then on, the mechanical spirit finally had a real body.

"Master Mo Di... I, I have finally become a human. Are you happy for me?"

however.

Heaven will never do anything charitable.

Equipment will wear out and disappear, and humans will also be born, grow old, get sick and die. When these two appear at the same time, then madness will come.

Until the flames of Haiyan County dyed the East China Sea red, she finally allowed the rust to devour her rationality.

When she loaded her disciples into the cannon barrel, she hummed the lullaby of Mo Tong's childhood; when she controlled the floating ship to bombard Liu Bei, she counted the cinnabar mole on the child's forehead through the blood mist.

-

"I give up my mortal body here, and I give up the blessings of heaven..."

"I am not immortal, nor am I a great scholar of the Mohist school."

"I am the Spirit of Great Unity."

The flames tore through everything.

When Zuo Ci and Mo Tong came to their senses, the surrounding environment had changed dramatically.

The sea water disappeared, replaced by the ubiquitous lava; the sound of the waves disappeared, replaced by the sound of iron hammering coming from nowhere.

Faintly, it seemed as if an old man was reciting the entire "Mozi".

The 'Great Master of Mohism' in Zuo Ci's hand turned into a shadow, then solidified in front of him and cut through the air.

The eyes of the Mohist master lit up with fire, his arms were engulfed in flames, and his skin was burned out, revealing the machinery underneath.

All of his long hair turned into mechanical restrictions.

"Mortals are like weeds, they die and grow again in endless waves."

"It is not a pity that they died."

"It is precisely because of people's inherent bad nature that the world cannot achieve universal peace. Only by sacrificing blood to the world, and allowing the spirit of our beloved teacher to return as a 'Heroic Servant', can the world be brought into harmony."

"Little Mo Tong, you can't understand me either, right?"

Such arrogance and such appearance are really frightening.

Mo Tong even felt his whole body trembling, but he still took several deep breaths, mustered up his courage, and said loudly:

"Can a Great Harmony achieved at the cost of killing innocent people truly be called Great Harmony? I doubt even our Grandmaster would agree!"

"..."

The Mohist leader slowly raised his eyes, and fiery red light appeared in them again.

"You're just a little girl, and you're not worthy enough to mention my mentor?!"

"call out--"

The flames broke through the limitations of space and instantly reached Mo Tong. She was so scared that she quickly closed her eyes, but found that she had been waiting for a long time but did not feel the expected pain.

"Eh?"