MM Racing Page 344
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In this world, demons are despised beings, almost no one is willing to accept them, and they are even regarded as the embodiment of evil.
As a general, he naturally did not want to become that kind of person.
"You humans are truly foolish! Can't you stop being brainwashed by those outdated ideas? There's no such thing as good versus evil, right versus wrong in this world!" The demon's voice was filled with disdain and anger. "The victor is king, the loser is an outlaw! We only lost once in the war between immortals and demons, and yet we're labeled as evil! On what grounds!"
"Why!" The demon's roar echoed in the black mist, tearing apart the silence and causing the black mist to tremble violently, as if it had touched the deepest pain in its heart.
Faced with the demon's rage, Miyamoto Musashi simply nodded calmly, his eyes cold and resolute: "I'm sorry, I don't need it."
"You don't need to pretend here. I'm right here in your heart. I know your every thought. Didn't you feel my power just now? Don't you really crave that power?"
The shadowy voice coiled around Miyamoto Musashi's mind like a venomous snake, tempting and bewitching him.
"If you give me your soul, I guarantee you will gain a hundredfold, a thousandfold power!"
The shadowy figure's voice was full of temptation, but Miyamoto Musashi simply shook his head coldly.
He took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes, his gaze firm and cold.
The scene on the giant screen returned to reality.
We returned to the vast desert.
I'm saying it one last time!
"You can't tell anyone about that, or don't blame me for being impolite!"
Miyamoto Musashi said sternly.
The voice was as firm as steel, intimidating the surrounding soldiers.
The others nodded in agreement, and no one dared to say anything more.
however.
Although he appeared calm on the surface, he was not at peace inside.
The scene of the battle just now kept replaying in his mind.
Blood splattered, swords flashed, it was like an endless nightmare.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The word kept echoing in his mind.
It seemed that only through constant fighting could one escape the alluring power.
"A hundred times, a thousand times?!"
King's Continent.
When this part of the story on the giant screen has finished.
The heroes were once again met with another wave of shock.
The power they used just now was already very strong.
It can be a hundred times more!
A thousand times!
That must be incredibly powerful!
Xiahou: "What, a thousand times? This attack must have cleaved a planet or something!"
Daji: "Hmm? Such strength? Really?!"
Li Xin: "If you put it that way, I really have to look forward to it. It seems my power of gods and demons has finally met its match. Once the power of that spacetime is synchronized, I must have a good PK with Miyamoto Musashi in the arena and see who is the real demon!"
Di Renjie: "No, he hasn't even said he wants to inherit the power of the demon yet. Your idea is quite good. Besides, I think that although this general has used the power, he still won't accept it in his heart!"
The old master said, "Yes, to be able to persevere under such pressure truly requires great willpower."
this moment.
The rating for the Miyamoto Musashi timeline also soared to 89 points.
One reason is that once a skin has a demon-like design, it will definitely be very powerful.
For example, Lu Bu's Heavenly Demon Chaos and Li Xin's One Thought God and Demon.
Furthermore, Miyamoto Musashi's perseverance within this timeline is also worthy of everyone's respect.
To choose to persevere despite such immense power.
All I can say is that he is a person who truly has his own principles.
only.
How long can he maintain this persistence?!
The heroes of the King's Continent are all eagerly anticipating it.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
And at this time.
The story on the giant screen has resumed.
After their great victory, Miyamoto Musashi and his men began their return journey.
And on the return journey, each new day dawns.
Miyamoto Musashi would open his eyes in surprise.
no way.
After the last battle against the demons.
Now, every time Miyamoto Musashi falls asleep, he dreams of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
There are demons forcing me to kill!
"General...are you...are you alright?!"
The adjutant beside Miyamoto leaned closer and spoke cautiously.
"I'm fine, just a little tired."
Miyamoto Musashi spoke with some confusion.
But when you open your mouth.
However, he himself has gradually begun to waver.
As a general, he must have craved power.
But this is the power of the devil.
Miyamoto Musashi still couldn't make a decision on this matter.
He was unwilling to let himself go down the path of evil.
They were even less willing to sell their souls as the devil had suggested.
If even the soul is gone, then is one still oneself?!
Miyamoto Musashi took a deep breath.
immediately.
Just like every day before, I stopped thinking about it for the rest of the day.
A gentle breeze blows by, and time flies by.
After marching for several months, Miyamoto Musashi could be said to have returned in great triumph.
Countless people have bestowed upon Miyamoto Musashi the title of God of War.
This is ridiculous.
Leading three thousand men to a great victory over an enemy force of thirty thousand, this is definitely worthy of being called a war god.
However, only those three thousand soldiers knew.
This battle actually didn't have much to do with them.
To be precise, it was actually Miyamoto Musashi who defeated 30,000 people by himself.
On the giant screen, the story continues.
Returning to his homeland, Miyamoto Musashi finally enjoyed a period of leisure.
During these days, his heart, which had been affected by the demon, gradually recovered somewhat.
However, fate is always unpredictable.
That is, after Miyamoto Musashi softened his stance a bit.
A very serious message arrived directly.
"General, Fuchen! Fuchen has been invaded!"
One day, the lieutenant rushed up to Miyamoto Musashi, his voice trembling noticeably.