"Wang Han, why did you do that?" On the plane to China, in the first-class cabin, Li Sisi finally couldn't help but ask. At the ability user base, Wang Han was definitely doing it on purpose. Otherwise, Wang Han could have requested an outdoor exam or chosen to upgrade.
“Weakening the enemy is also a way to strengthen oneself,” Wang Han said calmly. “And it’s a simpler method. Even a potential enemy is still an enemy.”
"..." Upon hearing this, Li Sisi fell silent. She knew that Wang Han was a person who had lived through the war years and had a very strong sense of national and ethnic identity. There are still many people in the world who share this kind of thinking.
"Wang Han, actually, thirty years ago, all the countries in the world signed a peace and mutual assistance treaty, and all civil wars, large and small, between humankind ceased." Anna suddenly spoke up: "Although... many people still share your views, now..."
“The treaty is nothing but a piece of waste paper,” Wang Han interrupted Anna, saying, “Where there are interests and desires, there will be struggles. From individuals to nations, unless one is devoid of thought, no one can avoid it.”
"Aren't there any exceptions?" Anna asked Wang Han.
“Yes,” Wang Han shook his head and said, “but it’s impossible right now.”
“Wang Han, do you know about the Marquis of Dingshan in your Huaxia?” Anna suddenly asked.
Wang Han shook his head. Who knew how history would be told? He couldn't help but look at Anna, wanting to hear what she had to say. It wasn't surprising that Anna knew, after all, her father had been collecting information about her all along, all for her sake.
Seeing Wang Han shake his head, Li Sisi couldn't help but say, "Dingshan Marquis, I think I've heard of that name before, but he seems to have lived 1,800 years ago. That period, including the period before that, was very chaotic, and historical records are scarce. It's almost a mythical era. Many powerful beings were deified in the myths of that period and the era before, such as the demon god Chiyou, Emperor Xuanyuan, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng, the water god, and so on. Dingshan Marquis was deified as the god of slaughter who protected China. However, it seems that only his name has been passed down. The historical records of that period, which lasted for more than a hundred years, are the fewest of all records, almost none. The same goes for the myths and legends. Most of what remains are false legends, and even the person Dingshan Marquis may be a fictional character."
Anna asked, "Do you know what Marquis Dingshan has done? Why is he called the God of Slaughter?"
Li Sisi shook her head; she really didn't know that.
Anna said, "Historically, the Marquis of Dingshan was a real person, and he was an extreme nationalist. To you Chinese, he was a guardian deity, but to other countries, he was the embodiment of evil, a dark monarch, the source of slaughter, and the end of destruction and annihilation. He symbolized the end of the world. In the languages of other countries and ethnic groups besides China, his name means the end of the world and despair. Even in many myths and legends of various countries, there are claims that he brought destruction and slaughter. Many civilizations, countries, and races disappeared during his time. His era was the era with the most deification, but whether in myths and legends or historical records, there are also..." It was the darkest era for all nations, without exception, and all records point to Marquis Dingshan as the cause of it all. Moreover, your Chinese history has never lacked those who wish to resurrect Marquis Dingshan. Even other countries have many who covet Marquis Dingshan's power or relics, some even going to great lengths for a single relic or two. Many also want to prevent his resurrection because he is the closest deity to our time, and the most powerful among all those who were granted deification. After his era, there were no more deities granted deification. However, although many want to resurrect him, no one has ever found his true tomb.
"..." Wang Han. What exactly did Xi Zhicai and his buddies do after he left? But he's quite happy to take the blame for this.
Anna looked at Wang Han and continued, "Although Marquis Dingshan has committed many, many killings, now..."
"Bang..." Before Anna could finish speaking, the plane suddenly shook violently, interrupting her.
"Byakugan." Wang Han frowned, activating his Byakugan and looking out of the plane. He saw over thirty ability users flying in the air, surrounding the aircraft. The weakest among them was at least at the town level, while the strongest were even at the state level. The plane's trajectory had been damaged, and they had used their abilities to control it in the air.
After a blue-haired man who seemed to be the leader gave a few instructions to the white-haired man beside him, the man nodded, and a voice indicating a change in mental energy rang out inside the plane.
"We know that there is a relic of Marquis Dingshan on your plane. Hand it over immediately, or we will destroy the plane and find it ourselves."
"Marquis Dingshan, isn't that just a legend?" Upon hearing this, a passenger complained loudly, "Are these people crazy? Looking for something from mythology, how could it possibly exist?"
"We had barely mentioned it when people arrived—more than thirty of them, the strongest being a state-level official." Wang Han gave a wry smile and said to Anna, "It seems we've run into the people you were talking about."
“These people have probably obtained some intelligence; they won’t let go of any possibility,” Anna said. “Perhaps there really are relics of Marquis Dingshan on the plane. Wang Han, the relics absolutely, absolutely cannot be allowed to get their hands on.”
Wang Han nodded, using his white eye's X-ray vision to search the plane for anything familiar. Anna, however, assumed Wang Han was observing the people outside, not believing that someone unfamiliar with the Marquis of Dingshan could distinguish their origins. Surprisingly, Wang Han did spot something familiar, though it wasn't his; it was a replica. It was a golden hammer, but several sizes smaller than his own, with some rust marks, clearly not made of bronze. It was coated with copper, and judging by the corrosion, it was over a thousand years old. It was contained in a large, intricately crafted box. Wang Han tried to penetrate it with his mental energy, but it wouldn't budge.
"You won't hand it over, is that it?" Outside the plane, the blue-haired man's patience was clearly wearing thin.
"Found it, it's a sledgehammer, just like you said, with eight edges, made of bronze, in the front half of the cargo hold of the plane, in a white precision box." A woman with transparent eyes, whose ability was X-ray vision, said next to the blue-haired man.
"As expected, it is the Golden Hammer of the Drum." The blue-haired man said excitedly, and with a wave of his hand, a huge wind blade directly cut the plane in half.
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