Chapter 58：

Webber stomped angrily.

"Don't say that, I will let you play." Iskandar smiled heartily.

"You--! You--!!!" Webber's fingers trembling angrily at Iskandar. He really did. Really. Indeed. I really hate this kind of muscular man who has no self-knowledge! ! ! ! !

Back to the home of an old couple who used [hint] to live in. Iskandall couldn't wait to tore open the box, but Webber was very disgusted to stay away from Iskandall, and then turned to look at his book.

"Little Master, how do you play this game?"

There are manuals, so I don’t know how to read them? ... "I don't know."

"Come here, help me see, how to do it!"

It's so noisy! You tell me to watch me just watch it? Isn't I, Weber, very faceless? ... "I don't know."

"Oh! Why are you so small and twisted? Come and help me take a look." Iskandar reached out and pulled Webber over.

"You, you, you, you... how can there be such a way of asking for help!!!" Weber gritted his teeth.

"Help me see how to fix this." Iskandar handed the instructions to Weber.

"You beg me to see it! You beg me to see it! Don't be mistaken about this!" Weber declared this again and again, then helped Iskandar read the manual, and then helped Iskandar install the game. .

Then you can read the book quietly, right? Webber thought so, then turned his head to continue reading.

Hearing the sound of game buttons ticking in his ears, Weber felt noisy, and turned around to remind the Conquer King to make his voice softer, but he saw the picture that made him almost spit out blood——

"Is there anything wrong? You use cavalry to fight tanks? Archers to fight planes? What is your operation? Do you think all the heroes?"

"My God! What kind of science and technology tree do you have? Bows and arrows, wood-making, horse-raising... Do you think the world will always stay in the Middle Ages? Is it a bit enterprising spirit?"

"Some technology! Gou technology! God! What are you playing here? I seriously doubt whether you have conquered the king!"

"...Ahhhhh! I can't stand it anymore! Get out of my way! Look good! If you want to play like this, you don't even have a nuclear bomb. What kind of world can you conquer? Look at my hand rubbing the nuclear bomb and bombing the world!"

As a result, at the end, the two of them played together like this.

"Hahaha... This king has already produced a nuclear bomb! This world, this king will conquer!"

"Heh! When you rubbed out the nuclear bomb, I had already rubbed out the space aircraft carrier!"

"Eh eh eh eh eh? Why are you so fast?"

"Hahahahaha! Don't look at who I am! I am Weber Wilwitt! I am Weber Wilwitt! Accept the sanctions, Iskandar! Your king's conquest is mine. Break! Eat Me Star Destroyer——!"

GameOver.

None of the seventeen journeys of Conquer King broke the technological blockade and modern strategic layout of Weber the Great Demon King.

"Oh! Lost again!" Iskandar patted his head and scratched the back of his head in anguish.

"You're still far away!" Webber stood up and looked arrogantly at Iskandar sitting on the ground. Yes. Just look up. The opponent is too high, even when sitting is as high as Webber standing.

But it doesn't matter, this long-lost pleasure that makes the follower admire him has already made him ignore everything.

Huh—?

Wait a minute!

Shouldn't I be arguing with him? Why are you playing games together suddenly?

Damn--!

Webber dropped the book and stomped angrily. Damn it! Damn it! Damn--! Own, this is too easy to forgive, right? This will never work!

"Ah...ah. It seems that to conquer the world in the future, a few nuclear bombs are necessary." Iskandar scratched the back of his head, telling his great dream of conquering the world.

"Heh--," Weber, who had restored the sage mode, relentlessly sneered: "If you have the money, you might as well buy a country."

"Sure enough, the root cause is money..." Iskandar touched his chin, "If you can grab a country as rich as Persia, all problems will be solved."

"But—you are indeed quite talented, Little Master. If you were also born in my time, if you are also a king, maybe we can fight a game." Iskandar looked at Webber and laughed.

"It's good if you know. Understand? Your master is a person with real talent and learning, you better listen to his command!" Webber said with his head held up, patted his chest.

Iskandar picked him up and smiled: "However, he is still a little devil with a very small inner world."

"You guy--!" An angry voice squeezed from between his teeth, and Webber's eyes burst with anger.

He really didn't like it very much. Hate it. Disgust, this kind of muscular man who doesn't know anything about himself!

Annoyed. Bored.

In the evening, when the night of death was approaching, I watched the TV boredly while listening to the rumors of the elderly boarding family.

"Bang Dang--"

The sudden news broke Webber's chopsticks falling out of his hands, his face full of consternation in disbelief.

Chapter 43 Each other, everyone is dirty! [Third more]

"Isn't it successful? It doesn't matter, the opponent is a follower who transcends humanity, and failure is a matter of course... Is Yanfeng Qili? He is staring at me? I know, I will be careful."

After hanging up the communication with Hisou Maiya, Eimiya Kirito lowered his head to adjust his attire.

No.

This kind of thing can't be said to be a ceremonial outfit, right? If you insist on calling it ceremonial costumes, in the world of traditional magic, you will probably be pointed to the nose to reprimand you for rebelliousness, right?

A pistol named ThompsonContender produced by Thompson Center Arms Company of America, with a 15-inch (381 mm) stainless steel barrel, can deliver the power of a rifle.

Eomiya Kirito used the magic way to reassemble this pistol, and it became his favorite gun for killing magicians all year round.

It's not so much the ceremonial costume of Kirishu Eomiya, it's more the weapon of a magician killer.

"Didudidu——"

The sirens of a police car came outside, very quickly, almost without interval.

Eimiya Kirisu calmly continued to deploy firearms, ignoring it.

However, the next moment--

"Listen to me the Eomiya Kirisu inside! You have been surrounded by us! Hurry up and surrender, or we will shoot!"

Keiji Eomiya, who was deploying firearms, moved for a while, moved to the wall, used curtains to block his figure, and looked downstairs with slanting eyes.