Gensokyo comprehensive manga system of a certain Sanwu

With blue veins popping up on his forehead, the huge # sign was clearly visible, and the virtuous king, who was tired and miscellaneous in his smile, raised his hand.

With the power of knowledge in his hands, he smashed down the self-contained magician who was starting to lose face.

"The embarrassment should stop here, idiot..." With thick dark circles under his eyes, Wang put the clay tablet engraved with the battle report by his side, temporarily stopped reviewing memorials during the meeting, and rubbed his brows.

"...At other times, it's fine to test the king like this, but at this time, it's just stupid to beat around the bush." ​​The Rozen Maiden's smiling gaze was reflected in the snake-like cold and cruel pupils.

Even if Merlin handed over the wholesale holy sword on his body to arm the heroic spirits present, it would still be difficult to make up for the gap in numbers.

This little improvement can't delay too much time, besides...

If the fantasy collapse of A-level and above Noble Phantasms is not owned by him, it is possible to accidentally injure him, even if he is still in the range of harm.

Everyone who is a Heroic Spirit should be aware of this.

At least with the exception of Ibaraki-douji, everyone else showed an expression of "as expected"...

As for the Spartans... with the helmet covering the face, can't see it.

But indeed, Rozen Maiden's words appeared to be a crusade against the court magician who hid private goods, but in fact she was putting forward her own opinion to the biggest local rich man present.

Now is not the time to hide...

"...However, it is still a feasible proposal, and this king agrees," he raised his finger on the throne, protruded a magic wand from the golden ripples, and released a strong wind, blowing his body Blowing away the petals piled up on top of his head also awakened his drowsy spirit again.

It was a deliberate interaction, no matter how stupid a person was, he jumped up and down, let alone a court magician.

…but…

Ah yes...

A little rest time should really be considered.

The long-term struggle is still this kind of defensive war of attrition that I don't know how long it can last.

Indeed, no matter how you think about it, it is an absolutely unfavorable situation.

Then, as the king who leads everyone, he cannot easily fall down.

…Two naps a day without compromising productivity… no, an hour right?

...if there is any spare time at all...

His gaze swept over the corners of the hall without a trace——

Neatly stacked mud tablets are listed on several carts.

That's the file to be addressed by this afternoon.

And because during the meeting, under the double-tasking, the work efficiency drops, resulting in a faint trend of growth in the pile of things.

It would be fine if there were only Uruk personnel, but the problem of resettlement of foreign personnel during the war cannot be overstated.

Heroic spirits are not omnipotent, and Caster present couldn't conjure up houses and extra food.

Compared with the troubles and problems caused by written reports, it is much easier to go to the battlefield with an ax to kill people.

...Damn it...this king also wants to go to the front line to play...

Gilgamesh, who was calm on the surface but complicated inside, retracted the magic wand used as a hair dryer.

"However, not only do you need to increase your combat power, but the king's soldiers should also be armed." As a king, you have to think more.

But everyone present, more or less, showed some doubts.

That's natural.

If it is a heroic spirit, it can be understood, but King Gilgamesh, who is a living person, should know better.

"Treasures" are not all things that can be used, and it is difficult for a heroic spirit to control a treasure that does not belong to him.

Ordinary people can't use magic weapons that don't match them, let alone the lifelong collection of the oldest king.

...not without considering other meanings, such as crafting common weapons and equipment.

But basically not feasible.

As the name suggests, they are thick-skinned and thick-skinned, and they don't know what death is.

Under the premise of reducing one's own battle damage as much as possible, it is difficult to achieve any meaningful results with ordinary weapons and equipment.

After all, the number of enemies is unknown, but the strength of one's own side is decreasing day by day visible to the naked eye.

"What's that expression on your face?" There was a bit of complacency in his righteousness, and anyone could see that Wang just wanted to show off his intelligence at this moment, rather than being troubled by the fact that everyone didn't answer him.

Then listening quietly is the way to communicate.

They exchanged glances at the same time, and everyone who skipped Ibaraki Doji quickly reached a consensus and did not talk to him.

Leave the king of Uruk to a delicate silence.

Normal people might be embarrassed, but Gilgamesh, who has no shame, only cares a little bit, and it is absolutely impossible to be affected by this to a mature and stable mood.

"...Tch..." There was no one to cheer, even Siduri quietly stood aside to install the statue, without any sign of applause.

But is this small setback harder to overcome than being alone 26 hours a day?

nonexistent! ! !

"Hmph, I don't even have the most basic eyesight, that's all," sighed, and then the Xian Wang put on a haughty expression, "You don't want to join me! This king too! Yes! Say it!!"

The atmosphere became weird.

But fortunately, no one suddenly started laughing "huhahahaha".

It seems that although he is very sad that he can't play a few monsters without working overtime without rest, his mental state is not bad.

The king's cold and sharp pupils seemed to reflect billions of stars, and his solemn expression was full of majesty. Under the quiet (indifferent) gaze of the crowd, the edges of his lips were raised lightly, as if he wanted to announce his last love to the world. Holy decree--

"Put my king's collection on the crossbow, hand it over to the defending soldiers and shoot it... If you can recover it, then recover it... If it doesn't work..."

"...Let me just use Fantasia to collapse..." Shen Zhong said.

Not knowing what went wrong with working overtime for several days or knowing the consequences of the order he said, Xian Wang covered his stomach in grief and did not speak again for a while.

"Is this person finally working overtime crazy?"

I don't know how many people have reached such a consensus tacitly.

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Hey hey, here is the daily big raccoon announcement~ (Intermediate barrage random view question answer~)

Have you read the draft of Yuanbai~ The extra volume update has been released~ How do you feel?No comments, I am a little dissatisfied~

Hmm, the title of the episode?Because the special episode of dating is very interesting, so I also tried to take this kind of title~

The takeaway kite white is not a delicate type~ Although some common sense is a bit strange, but it is just a little subtle after being placed next to the oil curry for a long time——

Hmm... The reason why the hero updates more frequently is that the eldest lady is urging, and the daily mutual harm of one drawing for another (×87)

If you have three nothings, if you have drawings (Kite white impression map/fatang painting/experience point painting style) to exchange and update, you are welcome~ Although I don’t have the habit of saving manuscripts at all, it’s all done by momentum!

And tofu naoyu is a spicy party!

Chapter 368 Chapter 349 Is it common sense that there are twelve out of eleven sons?

The Uruk side has made its own decision, but the World of Warcraft faction is not without incident.

"Roar—" Among the howls of countless ferocious beasts, there are mixed with the inconvenient to measure the magic power. The oppressive force caused by excessive quantity and high quality is enough to make ordinary people die suddenly on the spot.

There was no fight between them...

Indeed, that is pointless.

But the races are different, and the screaming is also irrational. Under this premise, they gathered together, but did not trigger a struggle.

Instinctive resistance?That kind of thing is completely unknown.

But this is good news in a sense for the human side.

Well, good news.

How much time can you move without even eating a minimum of food, just relying on the energy in your body?

Even though there is plenty of mana in the atmosphere, the intake of breath alone is quite low.

Plants take nutrients, are eaten by herbivores, and herbivores are eaten by carnivores.

The accumulation of nutrition, the intake of magic power, no matter what aspect is considered, it can be concluded that the monster group is unable to make ends meet.

It obviously has fangs and sharp claws, and the poison flowing in its body can put creatures to death.

But there is no fighting, no eating, and no killing of different races.

just rant-

Roaring day and night.

What to erase, what to kill...

Other than that, nothing.

When tearing apart flesh and blood, when using those existing advantages, only in the fight with human beings, right?

The lion-like monster stopped its hoarse roar and became strong, but its weak limbs could no longer support the body that was shaking from side to side.

It wobbled on the ground, closing the first half of the month without resting for a moment, the too shallow eyelids can't effectively block the light, but such a thing, the beast without reason has no time to think about it.

Its throat was as thirsty as a furnace, but it had no instinct to drink.

Only under the gravity that cannot support the body, it has a little rest time.

When the physical strength recovers, he will wander aimlessly again and roar until he meets the mortal enemy engraved in his instinct, until he dies under a certain blade or sharp arrow...

At that time, they will inevitably use all the parts that can be used for attack indiscriminately, right?

Teeth, claws, tail, body, or something that cannot be touched...

That day may come sooner, or it may never come.

Until then, stupor-like naps are allowed.

Because, that's why they exist...

So...it fell asleep and never woke up again.

The prostrate and eternally sleeping monster did not attract the attention of the surrounding...

They don't care about this.

Whether it is quiet or noisy, near or far, whether the creatures around them are falling or walking, it has nothing to do with them.

Until it rots, no other Warcraft will take a second look at it.

Feeling hunger and thirst but not drinking, feeling tired but not resting, seeing things but not seeing them.

They have no interest in death.

Because they don't know they are alive, they are just making the body move.

Use the roar as proof of existence, to find the life that needs to be killed, as the meaning of action.

I don't know life and death, I don't know pain, I don't know joy and anger, I can't reproduce.

Maybe there are monsters that kill humans, maybe humans kill monsters, but more of them are wandering on the ground, and there are more monsters that have nothing left besides the sound, and they will only sleep in the wilderness in the end. .

...just like when the war started...

Sweeping all the cities that can be perceived with the tide, rushing, fighting, destroying, killing or being killed...

Immediately afterwards, wandering... and then...

dead.

A wave of beasts who didn't know how to rest and eat and drink dissipated after destroying everything within their reach.

But they never stopped nor diminished...

Increase, increase, increase again—

There are pitch-black tentacles extending from the body of the lifeless monster, protruding into the ground, and then turning into muddy water and melting in.