Chapter 2073：

Facing Shirou's instructions, everyone frowned in confusion.

Even the most powerful weapon, the old flash with [Leadership A] frowned in confusion.

The writers are the heroes, even among the Caster who is famous for being weak, they are the weakest. But now Shirou wants to reuse them, and calls them secret killers.

What is the intention?

The answer is simple.

——War!

No matter how strong military power is, it can only destroy the barriers of a country, but it cannot destroy a national society; no matter how terrible economic sanctions can only trigger internal conflicts, they cannot crush the backbone of a country.

It is the most terrifying weapon that can completely and completely wipe out a country and a nation, only that invisible and intangible weapon.

——Culture!

After learning about the emperor's affairs in pan-human history and the "Holy Sword Hero Tan", Shiro has already sensed the perfect empire, the impeccable empire, the weakest place, and the weakest foundation.

The weakest part of the empire is that there is no history.

And culture.

Originally faced with an impeccable empire, Shirou was still under great pressure, taking strict prevention as the strategic theme, because he had already noticed the crushing gap between the two sides.

But now, the opportunity to turn offense to defense has emerged.

Ah--, why did you notice it now?

Culture, this thing is too inconspicuous, it is neither as eye-catching as weapons, nor as dazzling as money. And its horror lies in subtle changes and changes in thought.

If it is not for special attention, no one will notice this at all.

No matter it was Shirou, Old Shin, or Gaia, even Bedwell, the witch Altria herself, as an empire, didn't notice it.

Yes, who would have noticed that there is a huge weakness of cultural thought in the empire?

No one noticed.

But at this moment, the weakness was the Emperor himself, and it was sent to Shi Lang.

Everyone was very puzzled about Shirou's intentions, but based on their trust in Shirou, they didn't say anything.

And the heroic spirits of pan-human history didn't care, so the witch Altria naturally didn't care about Bedwell as an empire.

In fact, the two of them are now more concerned about this handwritten copy of the Emperor of Heaven.

"Can you show me this biography written by His Majesty the Emperor?" The witch Altria looked at Bedwell with bright eyes.

"Oh, of course."

Bedwell handed the biography to the witch Altria, and the witch Altria took it as though she had received a holy object, her eyes gleaming.

In the empire, who does not look forward to or admire the supreme but mysterious His Majesty?

And now, the handwritten notebook of His Majesty Tiandi was in her hands.

"But speaking of it, although I have always heard that Morgan Leffield has a younger sister, this is the first time I have seen you, Camelot's Second Queen."

"Because my sister has always locked me in Camelot's palace to practice swords, always saying that she will pass the throne to me and then run by herself. So before she passes the throne to me, I will run first. Now it has become like this. My constancy has been broken by my sister... No way, that vicious and savage woman, I don't want to call her sister again."

The witch Altria puffed up her cheeks angrily.

"Although it's a misunderstanding... However, you are in the same situation as me now, Your Second Queen." Bedwell said with a wry smile.

The witch Altria lowered her head, her golden dull hair also fell down, and she suddenly felt that the Heavenly Emperor's handwritten notebook in her hand was a bit unsavory.

Shi Lang glanced at them, then looked at Taito, and asked, "Speaking of which, where is Vivian, Queen Taito?"

"Vivian? When the Emperor left, he took your crown, so Vivian chased it to ask for it, and then his whereabouts were unknown." Taito said.

"Is that so..."

Shi Lang frowned. Is the autistic fairy girl in the Butterfly Demon Statue that I saw in Guini Wei'er before, is it Vivian?

"Boom!"

The earth shook suddenly.

The sky darkened suddenly, and then a battleship rammed in from the void.

"It's Age Guiwenqing's battleship..." Bedwell clenched his fists.

"Actually chased down to Avalon..."

Shi Lang frowned.

...

Fermore Abyss.

"Bang bang bang—"

Mordred kicked Galahad, the saint apostle of the tattered shield, then turned his head to look at Morgan Lefy next to him, and asked, "Is there really no way to destroy it?"

Morgan Lefy nodded: "There is no way, because Oliha steel comes from a different universe with the Greek **** of mechanics, and its hardness is stronger than any metal known on the earth. If you want to cause damage to it, you need the sword of the star. ."

"That's really helpless..."

Mordred sighed. Both Saber and the old sword possessed the Star Sword, but they could not kill the Holy Apostle without the Star Cup.

But he possessed the star cup, but he had no way to destroy Galahad's body.

"However, this guy was actually destroyed by the Heavenly Emperor's attack...cannibalizing each other, it really laughs me to death."

Mordred burst into laughter, Morgan Lefrey looked at her gently, while Guinevere, who was tied up, looked at Mordred with embarrassment and fear.

Mordred's sword can't harm Galahad, but her physical mortal can be killed by changing hands, so at this time, I still don't speak, and try to keep the sense of existence as low as possible.

"The outside world is dangerous. M... Father, I was wrong. If your daughter can go back alive, she will never escape from Camland again."

Guinevere thought so scared in her heart.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

The cave shook violently, and an extremely terrifying breath suddenly spread from outside the cave, like the manifestation of death, an indescribable sense of fear spontaneously, and the entire air was frozen.

"This breath..."