325: Chapter 325 My thoughts are not clear!

Tokyo, Imperial Palace.

"Click."

The broadcast microphone was abruptly turned off.

The Emperor, who had just been screaming and putting on a righteous act for the entire nation,

at this moment, lost all courage and collapsed limply into a chair.

He panted heavily, his forehead covered in bean-sized cold sweat.

The next second.

The Emperor suddenly sprang up from the chair and grabbed Tojo Hideki by the collar.

With a distorted face, he roared anxiously:

"Hurry!"

"Tojo-kun! Quickly prepare an airplane for me!"

"To the Beautiful Country! Immediately! Right now! Depart at once!"

Tojo Hideki was grabbed so tightly that he couldn't breathe, completely dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at the Emperor and stammered:

"Y-Your... Your Majesty..."

"Didn't you say just a second ago that you wanted to stay with all the citizens..."

"And fight to the very last moment?"

"Baka yarou!"

The Emperor backhanded him with a loud, vicious slap directly across Tojo Hideki's face.

"You stupid pig!"

"That fucking shit was meant for those lowly commoners to hear!"

"If they don't go die! If they don't go block those demons wearing red vests!"

"How would My time to run away?!"

The Emperor was so anxious he was jumping up and down, his eyes completely red.

"Go arrange it quickly!"

"If we're a step too late, My head will be chopped off by those mobsters and kicked around like a ball!"

"Hai! Hai-ii!"

Holding his swollen cheek, Tojo Hideki scrambled and stumbled out of the grand hall.

...

Meanwhile.

The entirety of Tokyo had completely descended into a red purgatory!

"Kill——!!!"

The three hundred thousand Red Wolf Army was like an irresistible, shattering torrent of steel.

Wherever they passed, not a single blade of grass grew!

Slaughtering all the way from Shinjuku to Shibuya!

Slaughtering all the way from Ginza to Akihabara!

Hack anyone they see!

Demolish any building they see!

No firearms? No artillery?

Completely unnecessary!

The terrifying power of max-level players turned the fire axes and steel bars in their hands into the most fatal scythes of the Reaper!

"Rrumble!"

Landmark buildings representing the prosperity of the island nation were forcibly flattened by Red Wolf Players using sheer brute force.

Countless Japanese soldiers attempting to launch a "Banzai charge" fell in rows like harvested wheat.

Fresh blood dyed every single street in Tokyo red.

In just one short hour.

This unstoppable red tide forcefully massacred its way straight through the entirety of Tokyo.

Until a kick smashed open the heavy gates of the Imperial Palace!

"Bang!"

The camphor wood gates collapsed with a crash.

Lu Yuan, carrying a dripping watermelon knife and leading Zhao Meng and the others, strode into the grand hall.

Radiating murderous intent!

However.

Inside the massive Imperial Palace, it was dead silent.

Warriors and attendants who had committed seppuku littered the floor!

"Huh?"

Lin Zihao frowned, looking around, "Where are the people?!"

"Did the fucking lot of them commit suicide?!"

"Didn't that turtle grandson just shout in the broadcast that he wanted to fight to the very last moment?!"

"Boss, there's a live one here!"

In the corner, a Red Wolf Player dragged out a trembling imperial attendant like picking up a chick,

and threw him into the center of the grand hall.

Zhao Meng strode forward.

Clenching a paving brick completely stained red with fresh blood, he viciously pressed it against the attendant's forehead.

"Speak!"

Zhao Meng glared with his bull-like eyes, his fiendish aura soaring to the skies.

"Where is that turtle grandson Hirohito?!"

"Where did he hide?!"

"I specially brought my gear today to give him a nice haircut!"

Feeling that sticky paving brick on his forehead radiating a strong scent of blood,

the attendant was scared out of his wits and pissed all over the floor.

He prostrated on the ground, kowtowing frantically, his teeth chattering:

"T-The Emperor, he r-ran away..."

"Ran away?!"

Zhao Meng glared: "Where did he run to?!"

"L-Lord Tojo arranged a secret private plane..."

The attendant cried with snot and tears streaming down, "B-Bringing the Emperor..."

"F-Fled to the Beautiful Country!"

As soon as these words were spoken,

everyone in the Red Wolf Guild inside the grand hall froze for a moment.

"What?!"

Lin Zihao laughed out of extreme anger, slashing a nearby vase to pieces with a single blade strike.

"He ran to the Beautiful Country?!"

"Fuck!"

Zhao Meng spat a mouthful of saliva: "Bah! I almost forgot about Tojo Hideki, that Class-A war criminal!"

Lu Yuan stood at the upper end of the grand hall.

Looking at the empty imperial throne, the corners of his mouth curled into a cold sneer.

A flash of tyrannical, icy gleam flickered in his deep eyes.

"Running?"

Lu Yuan casually stabbed his watermelon knife into the floor, producing a teeth-gritting metallic friction sound.

"Does he really think I'd let him run away?"

Lu Yuan stroked his chin, a "wise" gleam flashing in his eyes.

"Brothers! We've saved the commoners, yet the trial still hasn't passed?!"

"What does that mean?!"

"It means this trial of ours is all about following our hearts!"

"If we don't kill that turtle grandson Hirohito today, my thoughts won't be resolved!"

"If our thoughts aren't resolved, our trial isn't considered complete!"

After hearing their boss's analysis, everyone present

nodded repeatedly!

The standard answer!

This must be the test given by the gods!

"The Guild Master is right!"

"These turtle grandsons!"

"Even if they run to the ends of the earth, we have to skin those two beasts alive!"

...

Meanwhile,

across the ocean, in the Beautiful Country, at the White Crystal Palace,

inside the luxurious presidential office,

the President of the Beautiful Country was holding a glass of top-tier red wine, leaning against the leather sofa.

Looking at the encrypted telegram in his hand, a smile of utter smugness and greed hung on his face.

"Hehe..."

"The Emperor of the island nation actually came to the Beautiful Country to seek political asylum?"

The President swirled his red wine glass, his eyes flashing with a politician's shrewdness.

"Splendid!"

"As long as we take in this stray dog..."

"We can use this as leverage to completely control the island nation and acquire the greatest interests in the Pacific!"

"This is simply a gift sent by God to the Beautiful Country!"

The President was immensely proud, as if he had already seen the blueprint for dominating the world.

However,

this aloof and clever-by-half President

had no idea at this moment

that while he thought he was welcoming a rare and valuable canary,

little did he know...

that he was about to bring upon himself and the entire Beautiful Country...

a heaven-destroying, earth-shattering, completely unreasonable—

undeserved catastrophe!!!