Mass Transmigration: I Have an Armory

Late night, Beijing.

The capital city was originally called Nanjiang City. After Long Wudi occupied it, it was renamed [Capital City].

In the conference hall of the capital, Fei Ying was reporting the latest intelligence to Long Wudi.

"According to the news from the brothers on the front line, there are at least 50 strong men above level 40 in this envoy team."

"The rest include civil servants, guards, maids, grooms, etc., totaling more than 300 people."

"Here is the information about some of the powerful ones..."

Fei Ying handed a large stack of documents to Long Wudi, which described in detail various information about the known strong men in the envoy team.

Because the combat effectiveness of this team of envoys was too strong, the spies sent out by Longcheng did not dare to get too close and could only watch from a distance.

Therefore, there are still some strong people whose identities have not been revealed, and among them, there may be strong people above level 45.

Long Wudi took the information and grinned: "50 strong men above level 40 came at once? Are Emperor Zun here to study or to fight?"

The Empire of the Fallen Sun has a great cause, and there are still many powerful people above level 40. It is not difficult to gather 50 of them.

It is estimated that Emperor Zun wanted to show off his muscles and show off the foundation of the Falling Sun Empire.

However, this kind of muscle flexing is equivalent to not showing off, because there are far more than 50 strong men above level 40 in Dragon City.

If a war really breaks out, those 50 people will not be enough, and they will all be lost in the capital.

"Okay, let me take a look at this information. You can go back and rest first."

Long Wuwei waved his hand to Fei Ying, took a thick stack of materials and returned to his hut, burning the midnight oil to read.

Among this pile of information, there are many powerful people, and Long Wudi has heard about them.

For example, Ankang, Wu Ling, Qian You and others whom I had met before were among the team.

"These known strong men cannot be underestimated." Long Wudi frowned slightly, "There will definitely be level 45 strong men among the team. If they really start a fight, the capital will definitely be reduced to rubble. "

"What exactly is Emperor Zun thinking? Will he come to start a war?"

Long Wudi put down the materials in his hands and walked slowly to the window, looking at the night sky outside the window and thinking deeply.

With every breath he took, he seemed to be one with heaven and earth.

The magic power in the air continuously poured into his body, traveled throughout his body, and finally gathered at Long Wudi's Dantian, where it was constantly refined, refined, and refined again.

"It's almost level 46." Long Wudi exhaled softly.

The impurities in the magic power were spit out along with this turbid breath.

New magic power poured into his body continuously.

If nothing else happens, I might be able to upgrade before the envoy troops arrive in the capital... Long Wudi thought silently.

Breaking through to level 46, not to mention this envoy army, even if the emperor comes in person, Long Wudi is sure to kill the opponent.

Level 46 is currently the top combat power in the original world.

By that time, the people of the Dragon Kingdom had finally established a firm foothold in this world.

Anyone who wants to bully the people of the Dragon Kingdom must consider Long Wudi's nuclear bomb.

"The chosen one only has a lifespan of 100 years..."

Suddenly, Long Wudi's mind jumped and he thought of his chat with Nanfeng during the day.

The south wind confirmed the statement that the Chosen One only has a lifespan of 100 years.

In other words, within a hundred years, all the Chosen Ones will die.

But those ordinary people in the fog, including their descendants, can continue to live.

But at that time, who can protect them?

After all, they are not the Chosen Ones. Even if they practice non-stop for a hundred years, they will only reach level 30 or 40 at most.

How should they, who are at level 30 or 40, protect themselves and other Dragon Kingdom people?

Long Wudi fell into deep contemplation.

"Even if I kill the Emperor, the Moon Emperor, and all the powerful people above level 40 in the world before I die, I can only buy them a little more time..." Long Wudi murmured in a low voice, "And it will bring greater hatred, indelible hatred, and I can't do that."

After much thought, Long Wudi only thought of one way.

That is to select a child among ordinary people, train him, let him take over the class of Long Wudi, and let him continue to protect the Dragon Kingdom after Long Wudi.

Ordinary people are not cursed by the Creator God. They can live for a long, long time, and they can protect the Dragon Kingdom for a long, long time.

"It's so late and you haven't slept yet?"

The sudden sound from behind frightened Long Wudi.

He almost turned around and punched him.

Fortunately, he recognized that it was Lin Meimei's voice.

"When...you came?" Long Wudi asked in surprise.

With his strength, how could he not hear Lin Meimei's footsteps?

Something weird!

Lin Meimei seemed to have just taken a shower. Her shawl hair was wet. She was wiping it with a towel: "I have been at home. I saw you were reading the documents seriously, so I didn't disturb you."

Always at home?

Always at home? ?

Long Wudi's eyes were alert and he carefully observed Lin Meimei's every move.

It's Lin Meimei, not someone else pretending to be her.

Moreover, this is his hut, and no one else can enter except him and Lin Meimei.

Long Wudi tilted his head, a trace of doubt flashing through his mind.

Could it be that I was reading the information too seriously, so I subconsciously ignored Lin Meimei's existence?

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Meimei waved her fair hand in front of Long Wudi's eyes, "I see you've been in a daze here for a long time. Is there something you can't solve?"

Long Wudi nodded gently and said, "Yes, you told me last time that the Chosen One only has a lifespan of 100 years. This is true."

Lin Meimei didn't care much when she heard it: "That's good too. If I live another 100 years, I will be 124 years old, which is better than on Blue Star."

"But do you know? The 45th-level strongman in this world can live for more than 1,800 years..." Long Wudi said.

Lin Meimei gently hugged Long Wudi from behind.

"How long others can live, what does it have to do with us? We just need to live our own lives."

That's right.

The meaning of life is not how long you can live, but whether it is brilliant enough.

Long Wudi's life has been brilliant enough.

In the next 100 years, he will be even more brilliant.

"You were in a daze for a long time just now, is that because of this?" Lin Meimei chuckled, "You are Long Wudi, I didn't expect you to be afraid of death."

Long Wudi shook his head: "I am not afraid of death, I am afraid that after all of us Chosen Ones die, Long Country will decline and the civilization of Long Country will disappear in history."

Speaking of this, Long Wudi's eyes suddenly lit up.

He thought of a great solution.

"Meimei, let's have a child."

"Our child will definitely surpass me and lead Long Country to go higher and further."