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"what!"
Miyamoto Musashi suddenly jumped up from his seat, his face instantly turning red, his eyes filled with shock and anger.
Fuchen was his hometown, the place where his family lived.
The invasion of Fuchen was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for him, and fear and worry immediately welled up in his heart.
However, Fu Chen is too far away! He simply cannot get there in a short time.
"Yes, General, we just received a battle report. A small neighboring tribe has suddenly launched an attack. I'm afraid..."
The lieutenant's voice grew softer and softer; he dared not continue speaking.
He knew that his family held extraordinary significance for Miyamoto Musashi.
Miyamoto Musashi's heart pounded like a drum.
Only one thought occupied my mind: Go back! I have to go back immediately!
However, my hometown is a hundred and eight thousand miles away from here.
How could we possibly get back? That's a complete fantasy!
He gritted his teeth, mounted his warhorse, and galloped desperately along the road.
The wind whistled in my ears.
The anxiety and helplessness in his heart felt like heavy lead weights, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
His family's terrified faces kept flashing before his eyes, and his anxiety became increasingly difficult to suppress.
"I must go back," he murmured to himself. "No matter what, I must protect them."
however.
The harsh reality caused him immense pain.
Every passing second tormented his heart like a knife.
He understood that even if he tried his best, he might not be able to catch up.
How to do!
What should I do?
"Oh? It sounds like you're in trouble?!"
"How about this, you give me one-tenth of your soul, and I guarantee you'll go back. This deal... is it fair?"
The devil's voice rang in Miyamoto Musashi's ears again, carrying a hint of cunning and temptation.
At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi was riding on horseback, his hooves striking the ground rapidly, raising a cloud of dust.
His heart was pounding like a war drum, every second a race against time.
Faster, faster!
"I will not use your power, I have already made that very clear!"
Miyamoto Musashi said through gritted teeth, his voice filled with determination and resolve.
however.
He understood this in his heart.
With just a random choice, he could instantly change the current situation.
"Fine, fine, I hope you keep putting on a brave face!"
"However, although you may want to be strong, I must remind you that you have no other choice now!"
"Either give me a soul or two, or watch your family die..."
The demon's voice was mocking and threatening, as if it were enjoying Miyamoto Musashi's struggle.
"Besides, it's just one or two souls, that's not too much to ask, is it?"
The demon's voice coiled around Miyamoto Musashi's ears like a venomous snake.
He couldn't help but cover his ears.
But the voice was still clearly audible, as if it had drilled directly into his mind.
at last.
Miyamoto Musashi's horse suddenly collapsed to the ground while galloping and could no longer stand up.
Miyamoto Musashi himself fell off his horse, and his vision blurred.
what to do! what to do!
His heart was filled with despair and helplessness, and the world before him seemed to be collapsing rapidly.
King's Continent.
"I can't take it anymore, I'm just too nervous!"
Kuang Tie's voice was filled with anxiety and helplessness.
"I feel the distance is too far, otherwise I could definitely make it."
Xiao Qiao's voice was filled with regret and helplessness.
Ying Zheng and Meng Tian, standing on the high platform, watched the story unfold in the Realm of Time and Space, their hearts pounding with tension.
Their emotions rose and fell with Miyamoto Musashi's fate, as if they themselves were in that tense moment.
……
"I...I'll make the deal!"
After a while.
Finally, Miyamoto Musashi had no choice but to give in.
We're truly at our wits' end; we're completely out of options...
If I could really get the devil to help me save my family, one or two [items] shouldn't have much of an impact, right?
"Sigh, so you gave in after all?!"
"But there's nothing we can do about it, since it involves family!"
"It's clear that Miyamoto Musashi in this timeline is very loyal and righteous!"
"Given these circumstances, it seems inevitable that he would accept the power of the demon!"
Upon witnessing this scene, the heroes of the King's Continent were filled with emotion.
They sighed; Miyamoto Musashi ultimately couldn't hold on.
However, at the same time, they do not think that Miyamoto Musashi's current choice is wrong.
If you can't even protect your family, then what's the point of everything else?
Moreover, transforming into a demon does not necessarily mean turning into evil!
Ultimately, the focus should remain on people themselves!
Not to mention that even now, Miyamoto Musashi has only sold one or two souls!
"Alright, you've made a very smart decision. In that case, I can help you. Are you ready?"
On the giant screen, even the invisible demons that were entwined around Miyamoto Musashi couldn't help but laugh.
Immediately after the demon finished speaking...
A large amount of black mist began to emerge from Miyamoto Musashi's body, immediately enveloping the injured warhorse.
As the black mist gradually dissipated, a troop of skeletal warhorses slowly emerged, their hooves striking the hearts of every hero on the continent of Kings with a deep and powerful thud.
“Go up…” The hoarse voice rang out again, carrying an unquestionable authority.
Without hesitation, Miyamoto Musashi mounted his horse.
However, a strange feeling arose in his heart.
Looking down, he noticed some black tattoos on his arm, as if marked by some evil force.
Miyamoto Musashi knew in his heart that this must be the price for selling his soul just now.
However, he didn't say much, but simply gripped the reins tightly and urged the horse forward. At this moment, the safety of his family was the most important thing.
"You will love this power!" The voice from the black mist echoed in his mind, tinged with mockery.
Once a transaction begins, it is difficult to stop.
Miyamoto Musashi ignored the other party.
He has no time to think about it now.
As they sped along, the wind whistled past their ears, and Miyamoto Musashi's heart pounded faster.
His eyes shone with a resolute light, like a blazing flame.
Finally, he arrived at the city gate of his hometown, where the sound of his horse's hooves came to an abrupt halt, and dust billowed up.
Chapter 175: One man fights ten thousand, the battle rags until the sky darkens, a demon from hell!