The Lord Who Wants to Be Emperor

Aslan found that this village was very backward, and the whole village didn't even have anything to count on high-tech. It was impossible to judge the state of science and technology in this world by this, as for the master of the third-tier war spirit.

But it was better than ordinary people in this world, and there was also a faint air current in the body, but it was far worse than the vindictive energy.

Any apprentice swordsman in Sino Land can sling this third-tier master of fighting spirit.

After all, an ordinary person in Sinoe Continent, compared with ordinary people in this world, has ten times the physical fitness of the opponent, and the physical quality of the third-tier masters is only three times the standard, but more than ordinary. Some fighting skills.

In the early morning of the next morning, Aslan left the village with him, leaving the village chief with a few common silver coins of the Republic of Kanglai, because this world no longer uses gold coins, but mainly silver coins, and there are many paper coins. In use.

It is too simple to smelt a few general-purpose silver coins with talent magic.

Aslan left very early, and only the village chief saw him off.

"Mr. Aslan, please pay attention to safety on the way to the county seat. There are not only demons who occasionally cross the line of defense, but also many robbers who take the opportunity to rob in spite of the human crisis. Many robbers still have guns in their hands."

The village explained carefully.

Aslan's eyes lit up instantly, and he was still very interested in guns.

After all, this D-level different world has been out of the control of the Royal Academy of Magic for hundreds of years. It is possible to develop any technology, especially since the magic elements in this world are getting thinner and thinner, it is inevitable that it will eventually go to the technological route.

The county seat is smaller than Aslan expected, with only about 100,000 people. It is not as good as some towns in the Merlot area, but this is normal.

Before entering the county seat, Aslan heard the continuous sound of guns and guns. This familiar sound made Ulus and the others unavoidable to look at each other, and they quickly became vigilant in their hearts.

They still know something about the powerful new weapon like the rifle.

"Master, let me go over and investigate!" Gerante asked Ying on the initiative.

"No, something is coming." Aslan frowned slightly.

There was a rustle from the woods not far away.

More than a dozen hideous-looking monsters rushed out of the woods and rushed directly at Aslan and the others.

"Well, the Hell Hound! No, the Hell Hound is a monster comparable to the Great Swordsman level. There is no reason to be so weak." Aslan quickly woke up and muttered subconsciously.

Gerante pulled out the swords behind his back, chopped melons and vegetables for a while, leaving only a broken body on the ground.

"Huh! So weak?" Gerante said subconsciously, looking at the broken corpse on the ground.

Aslan couldn't help laughing, and squatted down to examine the corpse on the ground. A half-length **** hound suddenly opened his blood basin and bit directly on Aslan's arm.

As a result, he didn't even bite the combat uniform. Aslan's mouth twitched, he suddenly understood the meaning of such weakness in Gerant's mouth.

This should be something with the thin blood of the Hell Hound, but it only has the strength of the sixth and seventh ranks of battle aura, not even the strength of an apprentice swordsman.

Aslan had the illusion that he came to Novice Village to bully newcomers.

Shaking his hand gently, he directly shook the Hell Hound into a blood mist.

"Someone is coming." Gerant put away the sword and said calmly.

Aslan stood up slowly, just in time to see a group of people wearing simple military uniforms with hand-held rifles running over.

It's just that when Aslan saw the weapons in their hands, his eyes widened subconsciously, that familiar with the shape of the rifle, and the AKM equipped by the few talents Z.

"I fuck!"

When these soldiers saw the Hellhound corpses all over the floor, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Although they looked at Aslan with a vigilant look, they were not too afraid. It was obvious that the weapons in their hands gave them great confidence.

Aslan greeted with a smile.

"We came back from abroad to support the friends of the Kanglai Republican Front."

Hearing what Aslan said, the leading officer took the initiative to bow and said politely: "Please show your proof of entry and exit."

"OK!"

Aslan looked at his head with a smile and took out a document from his pocket, but the moment they handed it to each other, the two looked at each other.

I saw Aslan's pupils spin up quickly, and then a weird blue color appeared. Finally, the officer took the file in a dull manner, and then he looked at it for a few times and returned it to Aslan.

"There is no problem with the credentials! Thank you so much for your support."

The document that the officer looked through was actually a completely blank notebook, but it was hypnotized by Aslan and completely replaced with the proof of access in his memory.

"Then there, everything is for all mankind." Aslan said with a smile, and at the same time took out a pack of cigarettes from his body. It was a few packs of cigarettes that he had picked off the leaves when he passed the tobacco field on the way and made with his talent magic.

This was the inspiration he got from the village head. Although the village head smoked dry tobacco, he also told him about cigarettes.

But when he handed the dry tobacco to Aslan and said that there was no cigarette, Aslan understood.

The officer was hypnotized for a short time, and he was not welcome when he saw the smoke passed by Aslan.

The soldier who came after happened to be an infantry squad, so Aslan was also very polite to pass a circle of smoke, and the last smoke was thrown to the officer.

"Give it to you, we don't smoke."

The squad leader originally wanted to shirk, but when Aslan heard that Aslan didn't smoke, he instantly understood and accepted a few words of politeness.

"Squad leader! Of the twelve **** hounds, none of them escaped, all died." The soldier in charge of the inspection said solemnly.

If the twelve **** hounds attacked their infantry squad, they would not be completely sure that they could kill them all.

So in addition to their pursuit infantry squad, two other infantry squads also tried to detour.

"I'm Zheng Wei, the 2nd battalion, 3rd company, 2nd row and 3rd squad leader of the independent regiment."

Aslan smiled and nodded.

"Aslan Sara! They are all my subordinates."

The two laughed and talked happily along the way, and finally, at Aslan's request, Zheng Wei still lent his assault rifle to Aslan.

"What kind of rifle is this?" Aslan held the assault rifle in his hand and kept fiddling with it.

"This gun was originally called the Type 81 assault rifle, but our president likes to call it the 81 bar!" Zheng Wei's answer made Aslan stunned for a moment, then took out the magazine and took out the bullets inside. a bit.

Aslan looked at the bullet in his hand, and his eyes widened subconsciously. He saw the real smokeless gunpowder instead of the alien version of the smokeless gunpowder.