dmims Chapter 107 The Traitorous Officials of the Collaborators
Chapter 107 The Traitorous Officials of the Collaborators
Chapter 107 The Traitorous Officials of the Collaborators
"Hold your gun, sir! Let's talk this over!"
Ernest was a middle-aged, overweight man, but at this moment he displayed the skills he once possessed as a warrior monk of the Yomi-ji Temple.
With two large backward leaps, he jumped back into the protective circle of the four Rakshasa demons, while simultaneously using words of feigned weakness to distract the intruder in front of him.
Why would I take action?
Broly found Broly's words a bit strange and asked him a question in return.
"Aren't heroes here to kill?"
"Disgrace! I, Bu... um, I, Yangbalu, how could I possibly be here to kill someone?"
Broly swears that since he broke into the palace, he has never killed anyone.
Those who were knocked down were at most seriously injured and unconscious; absolutely none of them died.
"Uh, what's the hero doing breaking into the palace?"
Ernest asked cautiously, not daring to reveal his identity as a traitor.
"I'm here to do business with the Empire."
When Broly saw that someone was asking again, he didn't mind revealing his purpose.
Ernest breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Broly only wanted to purchase the (Power Gun) Imperial Arms.
"By the way, I can't find the armory here. Could you tell me, or rather, take me there yourself?"
Broly asked that he desperately needed a mentor.
Ernest didn't answer directly, but looked at one of the four demons of Rakshasa. Although Suzuka had just reported that the intruder was someone who could kill Bud instantly, after calming down, looking at the short, masked intruder at the door, the suspicious Ernest still had some doubts.
"If you can defeat my men, I'll take you there."
After thinking for a moment, Thorn, one of the four Rakshasa demons beside him, stepped forward.
Are you sure?
Broly's eyes lit up as he asked.
"certainly."
Minister Ernest nodded, and in the next instant, the four Rakshasa demons beside him, regardless of gender, were thrown against the wall.
"Alright, I've defeated them. You can lead the way now."
Broly appeared before Ernest like a gust of wind, clapping his little hands as if he had just swatted away a few flies.
Suzuka, who had fallen against the wall and was slowly sliding down, looked at Ernest, and Ernest looked at his subordinate. At this moment, he had no doubt about the truthfulness of Ernest's report.
"Hi, intruder, this way. I'm familiar with the Imperial Palace. I'll take you to see your Imperial Arms."
Minister Ernest is not like a military officer like General Bud; he is a thoroughly treacherous minister. After realizing that the invaders in front of him were not to be trifled with, he immediately showed a submissive attitude. Sure enough, the Imperial Arms in his words have already become "your" to him.
He led Broly to the Imperial Armory where the Imperial Arms were stored. Along the way, some palace guards tried to perform their duties, but Ernest immediately yelled them away.
Are you kidding me? Even that stubborn guy Bud was instantly defeated, and his personal guards, the Four Demon Rakshasa, were plastered against the wall in a flash. How dare an ordinary guard from the palace try to be a hero? He should take a good look at himself first.
Of course, Ernest didn't care about the lives of ordinary guards; he was just worried that if others angered the intruders around them, he, as a high-ranking imperial minister, might be caught in the crossfire.
"Lord Yangbalu, this is the Imperial Armory where the Imperial Arms are stored," Minister Honest introduced with a smile to Broly. But as he turned to the armory guards, his expression immediately changed, and he roared at them, "What are you two idiots waiting for? Open the door and let Lord Yangbalu in to choose his Imperial Arms!"
The guards were somewhat taken aback, but they had no choice but to obey and open the armory door, which was secured with multiple steel locks.
As soon as the door opened, a blast of cold air rushed out.
At the same time, there were belts similar to the one Leone found, which emitted faint, spiritual sounds.
"Is that all?"
Upon entering, Broly saw all sorts of Imperial Arms, including swords, spears, axes, and more. However, after counting them, he discovered that there were only eighteen Imperial Arms in total.
"A large portion of the Imperial Arms were lost four hundred years ago. Although the Empire has been trying to recover them for many years, it currently only possesses thirty-two Imperial Arms, fourteen of which are in service. If you need them, Lord Yangbalu, I can immediately order the retrieval of the Imperial Arms currently being used by Imperial Arms users."
Ernest said that he kept glancing back at the armory door, wondering if he could suddenly close it and trap this terrifying intruder inside the armory where the Imperial Arms were stored.
But considering that the four demons of Rakshasa were plastered on the wall and that the opponent's terrifying speed made it impossible to see their movements, Ernest decisively abandoned this suicidal idea.
"No need for recycling, the number of Imperial Arms here is already enough for what I need."
Broly waved his hand to refuse the other party's suggestion, took out the burlap sack he had brought with him from his pocket, and began his zero-dollar shopping spree with a relaxed pace.
However, the sack Broly prepared was ultimately a bit too small. Some of the Imperial weapons here were large, such as two large axes and an oversized pair of scissors that were twice his size.
After stuffing the small, miscellaneous Imperial Arms into the sack, Broly became somewhat distressed, as he had no more limbs to carry things.
"Lord Yotsuba has excellent taste. These Imperial Arms are all top-quality items. What are you all still looking at outside? Quickly bring some rope and tie up all the Imperial Arms that Lord Yotsuba has taken a liking to, so that Lord Yotsuba can take them with him later."
Fortunately, Ernest was a considerate treacherous minister. Upon seeing Ernest's furrowed brow, he immediately gave orders to the guards outside.
"Ah, you really are a kind and warm-hearted person!"
Upon seeing this, Broly's liking for the middle-aged fat man next to him increased significantly.
"Not at all, Lord Yangbalu, you flatter me."
Ernest felt a strange mix of emotions; after being a treacherous official for so long, this was the first time someone had praised him as a good person.
"Oh, right, sir, there's also the strongest Imperial Arm here."
Minister Ernest, suppressing his inner grumbling, somewhat maliciously recommended an Imperial Arm to Broly.
It was a large silver jar, from which came the most numerous and complex sounds, which Broly heard as soon as he entered.
"This is the Essence of Demons, a liquid Imperial Arm that is said to be made by extracting the blood of the entire body of a super dangerous species from the North."
It is said that whoever drinks it will gain the ability to manipulate frost, a super dangerous species from the North. It is undoubtedly the strongest Imperial Arm in this arsenal.
The description of the Demon's Essence is correct; it is the strongest Imperial Arm besides the Supreme Imperial Arms. However, the methods used by the Empire to create this Imperial Arm a thousand years ago were far too cruel.
After the Imperial Arms were created, the creators were killed to keep the Imperial Arms' abilities a secret. This led the heretical craftsmen to secretly reduce the process of removing the super dangerous species' resentment when making the thing, so that the super dangerous species' will contained in the Devil's Essence was not weakened.
While this also enhances the Imperial Arm's ability to grant the user greater power, if the user cannot suppress the extremely dangerous resentment within the Devil's Essence, they will either go insane or explode and die after drinking it.
To this day, other Imperial Arms have been recorded as being used normally to varying degrees, but this one is unique in that every person who tries it dies a terrible death. Even just a small sip will either drive them insane or kill them.
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