"Yeah..."
Kuro closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again and said, "I just remembered I happen to have quite a few weapons. Take a look and see how much they cost, but I don't want your money..."
The sky inexplicably darkened, bringing a heavy, oppressive feeling.
Boropa instinctively looked up, his mouth agape, speechless with shock for a long time.
"This, this..."
Sazir, standing behind, was trembling; it was the first time he had ever witnessed such a scene.
Above, a dense array of weapons pressed down, swirling together with the islands and buildings, as if the sky itself had been turned upside down.
"Come down and look up to me, you bastard!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As if the sky had collapsed, the island's buildings and weapons rushed towards the fortress in Boropa, instantly engulfing it and stirring up thick dust.
No matter how sturdy the fortress is, it will still be shattered under the impact of an object of the same or even larger size.
The "Long Spearmen," who were previously known as the best gatekeepers, had long been crushed into mincemeat by this bombardment.
Those who are beyond saving do not deserve pity; on the contrary, death is the best relief for them.
Kuro understood this a long time ago.
When the dust settled, the largest fortress was no longer recognizable; it was a chaotic mess, now a ruin.
"My laboratory!"
On the ground, a small, oval figure jumped and hopped, shouting at the ruins, "The lab! So many of my experiments are there!!!"
Kuro narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Gadi next to Boropa. Gadi had already drawn his sword, his other arm hanging limply at his side, his body covered in wounds, and he was staring at him panting.
"Did you survive with your bastard master?" Kuro asked calmly.
"How can it be repaired!"
Borupa turned around, already furious, and pointed at Kuro, gritting his teeth, "I'll kill you! I'll definitely kill you! Destroying my laboratory is unforgivable!"
“You don’t seem to understand the situation. Forget it, I’m not going to argue with a bastard.”
Kuro gripped the hilt and slowly drew Shusui from its sheath.
"Let me teach you. There is no such thing as weapons enslaving people. Only when people hold a weapon can it be called a weapon. Otherwise, it is just scrap metal."
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