I Have A Martial Dao World

Within the Heavenly King's Mansion,

After a thorough sweep, only the foreigners remained in sight.

Vampires could ignore the mental attacks of demon beasts, a significant advantage during the melee. At this moment, they had somehow dominated the entire scene.

However, they weren't united in their cause, their mutual hatred as deep as the ocean.

At that instant, Count Spee produced a small wooden stick, slightly longer than a chopstick, and aimed it at Bishop Faville.

The bishop, having just used a powerful spell, was in a weakened state and was no match for a vampire of Earl level. He quickly pleaded with Hebu for help, "Save me!"

But Hebu, holding the "Lake Sword," approached leisurely, showing no intent to rescue.

Their alliance was merely superficial, as Bishop Faville hailed from Frandi.

The nation of Frandi, lying across the sea from Einheit, had quite a dirty history with them. Hebu was more than happy to see him perish.

Count Spee's wooden stick fired a green ray that struck the despairing Bishop Faville, who let out a tragic scream.

In the next second, the bishop vanished as if an ice cube thrown into boiling water.

Hebu gave a light clap and said, "Disintegration ray? I didn't expect you to be a spellcaster! It's been a long time since I saw magic used, with the advent of gunfire."

Count Spee chuckled, "Indeed, when flicking a finger can unleash the power of high-level magic, naturally no one will devote themselves to unraveling the mysteries of spellcasting."

The two conversed as if they were old friends, seemingly light and breezy. But in truth, their bloodthirsty gazes were as cold as frost, each waiting for a chance to eliminate the other.

They were cautious of the formidable weapons in each other's hands.

Furrowing his brow, Count Spee remarked, "'Lake Sword' belonged to King Arthur, something we cannot possibly wield. Have you had your arm replaced?"

Hebu rolled up his sleeve to reveal gears and springs made of brass, all in motion beneath. Enjoy exclusive adventures from empire

"Archaeologists found something known as 'Mohist Mechano-Technique' in the ancient tombs of the Shun Dynasty. Combining it with mechanical processing can create many interesting things, perfect for temporary usage of the Lake Sword."

Count Spee scoffed, "Archaeologists? They're nothing but greedy tomb robbers under the guise of archaeology. The Einheit people are still so hypocritical."

"The gifts of the Lord are not deserved by ignorant savages," Hebu retorted, lifting the stone sword slightly. "The Innate Martial Artist of the Shun Dynasty will be here soon. We need to speed things up."

Before the two of them could move, the only human on the field, Nakajima Masao, made the first move.

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Nakajima Masao had been waiting for his chance with low profile, and finally, it had come!

After the monster was torn into four parts, it was desperately trying to reform. Countless fibrous buds grew within its body, entangling and pulling each other together, slowly merging into one entity.

However, many vampires intervened, hindering the process.

These were the underlings of nobles like Hebu, pushing a huge lead box meant to contain the captured Hong Renkun.

Just then, the Government Forces' 303mm cannon hit the monster again, striking the segment that housed Hong Renkun and sending it flying, crashing through the palace wall.

The monster seemingly cared deeply for Hong Renkun, allocating six tentacles for his protection, but all were severed by the blast.

"Now's my chance!"

Nakajima Masao seized the moment instantaneously. Bending forward, with a powerful push from his legs that shattered the ground beneath, he shot out like a bolt toward Hong Renkun!

An Innate Martial Artist could reach speeds of 40 meters per second. In the blink of an eye, Nakajima approached Hong Renkun, drawing his katana in the same motion for a swift cross slash!

With no tentacles to guard him, Hong Renkun's arms were sliced off, and the lead box he clutched fell, snatched up by Nakajima.

Scooping up the lead box, he ran off without a moment's hesitation, his heart swelling with excitement—Got it! I got it! Destiny, this is destiny!

Such incredible luck could only be explained by fate itself.

But Hong Renkun, who had been staring blankly, suddenly pointed at Nakajima Masao as he let out a mournful cry "Ahh~~~" upon losing the box in his hands.

Nakajima Masao felt as if a steel needle had been thrust into his brain and stirred up, causing his steps to slow involuntarily.

Immediately afterward, countless newly-grown tentacles swarmed over, entangling him.

Hebu and Count Spee also blitzed in, aiming to seize the lead box that Nakajima Masao was holding.

Just then, Lu Yao and his two companions shouldered the Fire God Cannon and climbed to the roof of the second palace within the Heavenly King's Mansion.

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The monster had previously been wildly flinging its tentacles, creating an incredibly open field of view by demolishing the surrounding area.

Not only had the main hall been reduced to ruins, but many side halls had also collapsed, conveniently allowing the three to "set up their cannon."

Lu Yao was on one team, and the two sisters formed another on the other side, spreading out to provide overlapping fields of fire.

Lu Yao said through the headset, "Fire rate 6000, fire at will!"

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The sisters responded in their sweet voices, and the three, entering the Spirit Refining State, pressed the triggers.

The barrel of the Fire God Cannon rotated, and amidst the loud noise resembling that of a power drill boring into a wall, incendiary bullets whistled out, their red trajectories forming a continuous line of fire!

Vampires at the Baron and Viscount levels would be instantly split into several pieces upon mere contact, then wailing as they turned to ash.

Hebu, swinging the "Lake Sword" like lightning, managed to knock away ten 20MM cannonballs, but his mechanical arm couldn't cope and instantly flew apart, scattering parts everywhere.

Without the "Lake Sword," Hebu didn't even have time to initiate his blood shadow transformation before he was blasted into pieces in the blink of an eye, his head gone.

He didn't die immediately, as a mass of ink-like substance gathered where his head had been, barely forming the shape of Hebu.

Refusing to give up, Hebu tried to reach for the "Lake Sword" with his other hand. But this wasn't a mechanical limb; as soon as it touched the "Lake Sword," the entire arm turned to ash.

Thereafter, the remnants of Hebu's damaged body were completely shattered by the cannon fire, letting out a cry before turning to ash.

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"A vampire's body is far inferior to that of an Innate Martial Artist."

"Indeed, but demon beasts have their own bizarre powers."

The trio still had the leisure to chat, as the two women aimed their cannon at Count Spee.

Count Spee, who had been trying to snatch the lead box, had not expected his old adversary to turn to ash within seconds!

And he had only just ascertained the general direction of the enemy; Lu Yao and his companions were positioned over 1 kilometer away, setting up their cannon.

The next second, Count Spee's lower half vanished under the "line of fire," his body easily torn apart by the bullets that continued to fly, instantly turning an intact palace behind him into a honeycomb of holes, causing it to collapse.

Facing this tidal wave of bullets, Count Spee decisively used a spellcaster's life-saving move—teleportation!

The chopstick-like wand in his hand burst with force as he disappeared from the spot, teleporting to an area over a hundred kilometers away that he'd prearranged.

That place was the main base of the Government Forces!

Count Spee had been involved in many military sales to the Shun Dynasty, and currently, the two parties were in a honeymoon phase.

And it was quite evident that he was dissatisfied with how events had unfolded, as his fangs protruded unusually long:

"Who in the world is it! Such weapons... they're very much like 'Illyria's' automatic guns... Did they launch a surprise attack!?"

Count Spee seized a blood slave beside him, trembling with fear, and started biting into him.