After entering the tent, Brutus suddenly stopped moving.
His eyes were focused on his wife who was lying on the ground. She had long light blue hair, fair skin, and a long sword in her abdomen that was suddenly dazzling. Brutus, the burly man, immediately burst into tears.
He took two or three steps forward, chuckled, and then spat out a mouthful of hot blood.
Six or seven short swords pierced into his back and came out from his chest, causing blood to spurt out.
Brutus did not react. He roared and swung his mace back again. However, his arm seemed to have stiffened. He only pushed the soldier away and did not have any killing effect.
Then, he roared into the sky!
His eyes were dull and his expression was sorrowful. The surrounding soldiers seemed to be frightened, and for a moment, no one stepped forward.
Brutus slowly walked to his wife. His hands wrapped around his wife's small waist, and his index finger wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes. Then, he kissed her nose affectionately.
Brutus did not fall down with at least ten iron swords stabbed into his body. He hugged his wife and turned into a statue in the tent.
Brutus and his wife, Alice, would never speak again.
After more than ten minutes, the dynasty's soldier saw that he no longer had any reaction. He took out his rod and poked Brutus 'head.
He fell to the ground with a loud bang, sending dust flying in the tent.
The soldiers separated the two of them and placed their bodies inside the tent. They took ropes and sickles. An officer who looked like a hundred-man commander said,
"You didn't even close your eyes when you died? He would cut off their heads and hang their bodies and heads on the slaughterhouse in the capital for those bastards to take a good look.”
The bones of the warriors whose souls had returned to the earth had been desecrated. Just looking at this scene made Rein feel extremely unhappy.
Thus, it was his turn to raise the butcher's knife.
This time, he was prepared to use his sword.
The difference between a swordsman holding a weapon and a barehanded swordsman was tens of times. Based on the individual's attainments, this multiple would increase.
Moreover, using a weapon to connect the Qi was much more powerful than using a fist.
Because his sword, in a sense, was a divine weapon.
If Brutus could kill ten people with one strike, what about Rein? Brutus only had the strength of three piculs, but Rein's strength was close to two thousand piculs.
The two sides were not on the same level.
He swung his sword dozens of times, and with each slash, dozens of heads hung in the air. Rein pulled Mayen and walked into the tent as if they were strolling in a garden. The hundreds of soldiers around them were like meat on a chopping board, being torn into two.
Lei Yin didn't use it. His strength was equivalent to 200,000 pounds. Sword Qi overflowed in every direction with a single slash. Strong gales blew wildly. The area dozens of meters around him seemed to have become a meat grinder. Everything was cut into pieces.
The dynasty's soldiers on the periphery threw away their helmets and armor, and in just ten minutes, they had already run far away.
Standing in front of Brutus, Rein closed his eyes.
"I am never stingy with my respect for warriors.”
Rein said lightly, then bowed deeply to Brutus 'corpse.
"If your daughter Aiders can provide me with what I need, then what's so difficult about helping you?”
He muttered to himself,"The problem now is the imperial soldiers outside, the ministers 'confidants?"”
Rein picked up his Edgeless Sword and walked slowly to the door. He stood in the blizzard and let the snow fall on his face.
Then, the blunt edge of the Edgeless Sword lit up with a faint blue light.
The wind and snow at night were unusually fierce. This was a good day for murder and arson. The violent wind and snow were like a faulty tape recorder, and the continuous noise covered any sound of the wind.
The next morning, the encampment of the Imperium was gone.
Rein sat on the spot. He propped up a stone pot and took out the imperial army's standard living materials and the thick beef enjoyed by the officers. He placed them in the pot and stewed them. He sprinkled salt and spicy essence into the soup. The suet on the beef was mixed with the soup, and the fragrance of the meat wafted out, making people's fingers move.
Last night, he was like a swarm of locusts, leaving nothing behind for the Empire's soldiers, including their lives.
He had once thought that sword skills could not be used on people.
That thing was too destructive and extremely cruel. It was a technology that killed countless people together.
Sword skills were an extension of sword techniques. When sword techniques reached the pinnacle, they would be born as sword skills.
For example, using an extremely fast sword to cut through the air, forming a sword technique that was similar to a shock wave pulse.
Strictly speaking, this was not a sword skill. It was only a semi-finished product.
The most basic sword skill was to rotate his hands quickly. The blade cut through the air to form a tornado. The tornado formed by the strong wind was like a grinder. No matter what it was, as long as it came into contact with it, it would immediately turn into pieces.
This could be considered one of the basic sword skills.
In fact, it was not fancy. The more advanced the sword skill, the more simple it was. For example, a top-notch sword skill like the Law Slash condensed countless laws on the blade. The sword that carried the law relied on the sword technique that had been tempered to the perfection. When it slashed out at 360 degrees, anything that blocked it, no matter what it was, would be cut into two.
This unscientific thing was sword skills.
Sword skills were rules. If one fulfilled certain conditions, one could reach this level. From there, sword skills were born.
By the time Rein regained his senses, Mayn was already drooling at the side, staring at the contents of the pot. Three pieces of beef the size of Mayn herself were stewed so well that the aroma wafted out, making one want to eat their tongue just by smelling it.
Rein couldn't stay by her side all the time. When Rein was away from her, the bone-chilling feeling was something that Little Dumb Cutie would never forget.
"Uncle…"
"Yes, you want to eat it, right?"
Rein laughed strangely.
Little Dumb Cutie's face turned red. She stared at the meat in the pot and said firmly,
"No, I can't! I don't want to eat!"
Rein blinked his eyes. He thought that cooking was a rare interest of his. When he fought with the god spiritual species, there would be no one around him. No human could withstand the aftershocks of their battle.
Therefore, Rein had been cooking for 20 years. He was a man of great strength. He had mastered the heat control, the amount of seasonings, and more than 20 methods in various aspects. After all, he was a strong man, and his control over his body and brain was naturally beyond that of ordinary people.
With a smile, Rein pulled out the remaining bone from the beef. The meat was attached to it, and the muscle fibers had completely softened. It was the kind of meat that would spurt out gravy and oil when eaten.
Rein turned to look at Marin, who was shaking her limbs and blushing, and whispered,"
"Why? Want one?"
"No, don't…I'm not hungry, uncle can eat by himself!”
Little Dumb Cutie said no, but her body…Her body was very honest. A drop of crystal clear saliva flowed down from the corner of her mouth.
Rein smiled and nodded. He put a large piece of beef into his mouth and chewed.
The fragrance in her mouth was overflowing, and the cute little Mayn's eyes were rolling around.
After finishing a piece of beef, Rein exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. He smacked his lips and took out another piece from the stone pot.
"Want one?" He asked Mayne.
Little Dumb Cutie didn't know what was going on. What was wrong with Uncle today?
Why was it different from usual?
Rein was also puzzled. Mayn was a very honest person, but why was she like this?
She said no, but the drool at the corner of her mouth betrayed her.
Half an hour later, Rein regretted handing a piece of beef with bones to Mayn.
From then on, Mayn had become a little strange.
What was even more terrifying was that her strength had reached 100 pounds, which was equivalent to an ordinary adult. She casually threw the bone that she had finished eating, and it went straight for Rein's lower body.
There was even the sound of wind coming from the bones…
Of course, it couldn't hit Rein, but it was a feeling that no man wanted to experience.
Rein took a deep breath as he looked at the cute little girl with a strange gaze.
He sucked back.
He stood still. Rein's senses were extremely sharp, and he felt that someone was staring at him from time to time. Besides him and Mayn, the most likely person was Brutus 'daughter, whom he had never met.
His name seemed to be Aiders.
At first, Rein thought that Aiders had come, but when he closed his eyes and sensed carefully, he realized that this was not the case.
There was no one around him, but there was indeed someone watching him.
Who was it?
What was staring at him? She still stared at him intermittently from time to time.
In the end…
It was actually Mayin staring at him. Little Dumb Cutie pretended to turn around and swing her sword alone, but her eyes kept darting over. What was she trying to do?
What do you want?
Rein could not raise a child. He only knew the most correct method, but he did not know the most scientific method.
"What happened? What did I do wrong?"
He had no choice but to ask the A. I. Chip for the most comprehensive information.
-0791, I've said it before. Cultivating a reserve-duty god is not a simple matter. You have to be mentally prepared. Don't talk about such a small matter. Don't you know that it's very boring?
" Tsk…" Rein smacked his lips. He did not understand the psychological senses of a child that were completely contrary to common sense.
If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't read anything from the huge database, why would he ask the A. I. Chip?
The A. I. Chip could clearly sense Rein's current unhappiness.
It spoke in its mind,
Yes, to be exact, it was a feeling called jealousy.
Rein did not quite understand what this word meant. Was he jealous? He thought to himself, Isn't jealousy good for one's health, increasing the circulation speed in the body and expelling more impurities?
The A. I. Chip was a part of his soul, so it naturally knew what Rein was thinking.
It said,
- Well, the reason is very clear. After Aiders arrived, he had to find the Peril Zergs as soon as possible and double the amount of training for Mayn. This was a very irrational approach, as it would make her feel that Aiders was being treated differently and that he was treating Aiders better.
In the end, she felt that it was unfair, and I didn't need to say anything more.
Rein nodded. He understood.
"But I have no choice. I have to hurry up and meet up with Aiders to find the super dangerous species.”
It would be strange if he could understand! The A. I. Chip kept criticizing its master.
It scoffed at the thunder. No matter how strong the thunder was, it was still it. In short, no matter how good it was at analyzing, it was still a part of the thunder.
When Aiders returned to the ruins of the Brutus Clan, it was already the second day.
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