Hearing the King of Conquest's inquiry, Wren smiled indifferently:

"Who will position you as a terrorist, of course, the only superpower in the world now.

Eastern Europe has changed dramatically, the Soviet Union has collapsed, the United States has become the leader of the world order, and they will not allow you to challenge their supremacy. ”

That's right.

The emperor suddenly remembered the military videos he had watched recently, especially about the modern warfare weapons that appeared in the Gulf War, which made his heart surge, which came from the United States.

He waved his hand and said energetically:

"Haha, it makes sense, there can only be one overlord in the world! That man named Clinton is indeed a great enemy! ”

Wren almost laughed when he heard the King of Conquest talk about the current president of the United States, "Zipton", and said in all seriousness that he regarded him as his worst enemy.

The Emperor was not discouraged, but asked Wren with a heroic face:

"Wuming, can I take off the hat of a terrorist by guiding public opinion?"

Although he didn't quite understand the meaning of this title, the instinct of the king made him understand that he must not wear this hat to do things.

"It's hard, it's different now, and all kinds of media and channels of voice are in the hands of the United States and its allies.

Even if you are wronged, it is useless, what most people can receive is still negative news that you have done all kinds of evil, burning, killing and looting.

It's hard to even recruit a large number of people, let alone raise money to buy weapons, and they will use all sorts of ways to limit your ......"

The Emperor's expression finally became a little more solemn, and the tricky situation of this era was indeed somewhat beyond his expectations.

Webber looked at Wren with white hair and a black and red suit with a wry expression.

It's a strange guy, and the clothes don't seem to be ancient costumes, and they look fashionable.

"Wuming, what era are you, and why do you know so much about modern times?" With a move in his heart, Webb asked curiously.

Wren raised his eyebrows and began to open his eyes and say nonsense: "I come from the near future, a nobody who has just been lucky enough to become a Heroic Spirit. ”

Talent, you can become a heroic spirit in this era.

The King of Conquest's eyes lit up, and he urgently needed his subordinates who understood modern society to help him accomplish the great cause of conquering the world!

As for capturing the Holy Grail, he is confident that it will not be a problem.

"Wuming, according to your opinion, what method should I use to conquer the world?" He would like to see some advice.

Wren smiled confidently, he wasted so much saliva, and the fish finally took the bait.

Anyway, he bragged and didn't spend money, he took out the momentum of a pyramid scheme boss and opened his mouth:

"It's very simple, first immigrate to the United States, become a U.S. citizen, then raise money, hire a PR team, and run for president.

After being elected, find a way to control the big business and the rich people on Wall Street...... The world's number one power arrives, and then wags war in the name of counter-terrorism.

First take Canada, then occupy New Zealand, and then attack Australia, and if you have time, by the way, the island country under your feet will also be leveled...... And then the scenery landed in Europe...... Rebuilding the Macedonian Empire ......"

Webb: "........."

Hearing Wren's passionate speech, Webb had the expression of a dog, and his jaw was about to fall to the ground in shock.

The King of Conquest looked at Wren's eyes getting hotter and hotter, not that he wanted to do it, this was the kind of man in the troubled times, looking at his own dog-headed military advisor.

This king needs such talents!

"Wuming, don't talk nonsense, you need a native Lao Mei to nominate a presidential candidate!" Webb shouted with a broken face.

He obviously came to prove himself in the Holy Grail War, but how did it turn out like this, the two servants didn't fight when they met, but chatted hotly.

The most terrifying thing is that if the two of them join forces, once they get the Holy Grail and really do it, it is not impossible to succeed.

Wren, who had been exposed, was still unhurried on his face, with a smile and a steady gaze like an old dog:

"Young man, what do you call it?"

For some reason, looking at Wren who was not smiling, Webb suddenly recalled the fear of being dominated by Director Kenneth.

He snapped the bullet and said, "Webb Velvett." ”

Compared to the servant, the name of the master is not so important.

"It's just a mere identity, Webb, do you think it's more difficult to solve this problem, or is it more difficult to conquer the world from scratch?" Wren asked rhetorically with a smile.

"This ...... This ......" Webb stammered suddenly.

Wren was unforgiving, and pressed Webb step by step:

"Or do you pay for weapons for the King of Conquest? Mr. Webb, a word of caution, it costs more than two billion dollars to buy a B2 bomber! ”

Billion?

Poverty limits my imagination, creativity, physical strength, vitality...... This time, Webb stopped speaking at all.

Remembering that he had borrowed money from others for his passage to the Far East, he was about to be defeated by poverty.

No, we can't throw in the towel yet.

In any case, even if Wuming and Rider are talking in vain, and there is little hope, he doesn't want the two of them to put it into practice.

After a moment of calm thought, Webb retorted:

"Wuming, this is impossible, the Templar Church and the Magicians Guild will not allow you to do this!"

Finding the problem, he had a look of victory on his face.

"It's hard to say, don't forget the Holy Grail, it's the all-purpose wishing machine." Wren began to ramble again.

The Holy Grail was contaminated, and no one except him knew about it for the time being.

Sure enough, Webb began to tremble, if...... Wuming made that wish, oh my God...... It was a disaster.

Looking at the reaction of his own master, the conqueror king, who had been thinking about it just now and was silent, seemed to understand something.

It's feasible!

He decided that after fighting this Holy Grail War and obtaining the flesh, he would pull up the military division Wuming and immediately immigrate to the United States!

Flying Shoes: ......

O'Black Bull: ......

Twitter: ......

It is impossible to give up the conquest of the world, not in this life.

He originally thought of starting troops from Europe to fight the United States, but it was not impossible to do the opposite, anyway, it was all going around the world.

"Haha, I see." The King of Conquest grinned, picked up a bottle of beer, and handed it to Wren, "Wuming, come, let's drink first!" After watching a good show, let's talk about the plan to conquer the world! ”

Wren smiled slightly, and was not polite, took the wine bottle, bit the cap with his mouth, and took a few sips.

He didn't really plan to conquer the world with Iskander, he just wanted to change some of his thoughts and brush up on the mission.

"The two of them are finally going to fight." Looking at the other side of the bay, Wren could feel that the two aura of battle intent was about to collide.

He has a C+ level clairvoyance and can clearly see the situation on the other side of the docklands.

The provoked Saber and Alice Phil make no secret of it, walking openly on a four-lane lane paved for large vehicles.

Opposite them was the spearman with two brushes, Dilumudo the "Radiant Look".

The two first began to confront each other, and then after a period of indispensable business blowing, they were ready to start.

The two spears were raised to the left and right as if they were spreading their wings, and Lancer smiled confidently and took on an inviting posture.

Saber immediately put on a suit of armor that shimmered with silver and blue brilliance, held a cloud of "air" in both hands, and took the initiative to attack.

Although it was a primitive cold weapon collision, the battle between the servants was still amazingly powerful, and it exploded with powerful destructive power.

The blade of the sword tore through the air, the terrifying edge pierced the sky, and the twin spears set off a raging wave, slicing and shattering the earth!

Sparks burst out, swords and spears danced.

The Dumb Hair King and Brother Brush were not ambiguous at all.

The figures of the two quickly staggered, stepping on the ground, setting off waves of qi, and the gold and iron kept colliding, setting off a stream of destructive power!

The strong wind howled, the zinc iron plate torn off the surface of the iron box in the warehouse was twisted and deformed, and the floor tiles began to crack, and cracks appeared under the feet of the two people.

"Wuming, who do you think can have the upper hand?" On the arch of the bridge, the emperor drank wine and asked very casually.

“Lancer。”

"Oh, why not that little blonde girl?"

"Because Saber only has one sword, and Lancer has two guns."