The young man sat cross-legged, his body trembling slightly, looking a little nervous. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Gradually, green tendons burst out on his forehead, as if he was enduring something, and he endured it very hard.

Slowly, as if pricked by countless needles, small red spots appeared on his skin, more and more, denser and denser, and soon covered his bare arms, face and neck.

Immediately afterwards, these small red dots slowly grew larger, from the size of a needle's eye to the size of a grain of rice, then to the size of a peanut, to the size of a fingernail, and finally to meet with other red dots, merging into one, making the boy's whole skin red, like a freshly cooked shrimp.

Suddenly, the boy's eyes bulged out all of a sudden, almost out of his sockets, and his throat gurgled in his throat, but he couldn't speak, he raised his red hands and tried to grab something, but he only scratched twice in the air, and didn't catch anything.

And then......

Boom!

The boy's whole body exploded!

Countless blood, flesh, bones, and internal organs, red and white, all burst out, spraying the entire wall and ground in front of them, and it was unsightly.

Behind the original young man, a middle-aged man wearing a luxurious emperor's dress, with a solemn face and a majestic face, slowly withdrew his palms, retracted his strength, and then stood up.

This is none other than the Emperor of the French Empire, the former first military god of Europa, His Majesty Napoleon.

He couldn't bear the mess in front of him, closed his eyes, frowned, and thoughtfully seemed to be feeling something.

After more than a minute, he opened his eyes and asked, "Is that all there is to this batch, and when will the next batch come?"

Standing behind him was a beautiful woman, with a blank face, who replied, "Yes, that's all." The next batch will take about fifteen days, and there should be more than 80 people. ”

Hearing Miss Sophie's answer, His Majesty Napoleon nodded: "That's good, I feel that I am not far from the Martial Saint level, and with a maximum of one hundred more people, I will definitely be able to reach consummation and advance to the Martial Saint!"

Then he waved his hand and ordered: "Okay, you go and get busy, I'll practice again and digest it." ”

With that, he sat down cross-legged again, ignoring the bloody mud not far away, ignoring the smell of blood that filled the room, and began to work.

Seeing the appearance of His Majesty the Emperor, Miss Sophie's eyes were complicated. But she still beckoned, and asked a few white-clad guards at the door to come in and clean up.

She walked out of the room herself.

Outside the room was a long hallway, with a long line of torches lit on the wall next to it, and on either side of the corridor were rooms of no size.

These rooms have no windows, a west wall, and only a heavy iron door. Now, most of the iron doors were open, and a large group of guards dressed in white and wearing white cloth masks were cleaning the rooms, packing the muddy objects of indiscernible shapes and colors into bags and placing them in a large vat in the hallway. The almost choking smell of blood wafted through the hallways, making it almost disgusting.

But it was obvious that these white-clad guards had long been accustomed to all this, and there was not much expression on their faces, just taking care of themselves, cleaning, rinsing, and processing them mechanically......

Walking through the long corridors, up the spiraling staircase, and through the heavily guarded gates, Miss Sophie came to the ground.

Outside, the sun is shining, the greenery is everywhere, the bushes are thick, the flowers are flourishing, and the birds are singing. It is the Royal Garden, located behind the Grand Palais in Paris.

Compared to the hellish scene below, this place is undoubtedly heavenly.

Taking a long breath to let the natural fragrance dissipate the residual blood in her nose, Miss Sophie strode forward again, walking through the vast palace pavilions and out of the Grand Palace.

Outside the palace gate, an inconspicuous black carriage had been waiting for her for a long time.

Miss Sophie went straight to the carriage and ordered, "Go!"

The carriage quickly started and headed out of the city.

Sitting in the carriage, looking at the scenery passing by outside the carriage, Miss Sophie frowned, and her brows were full of overwhelmed and haggard.

The last time the Viking King and Arnold attacked Paris, stormed the Grand Palace, and also attacked the Martial Arts Institute behind the Palace.

The researchers in the institute suffered heavy losses, and even Master Galileo, who had finally been invited to preside over the research, was seriously injured and was picked up by the Italian martial arts revival faction.

Most of the researchers in his country were killed and wounded, and he had a bad relationship with the Italian martial arts revival faction, and the research process of that magical martial arts was suddenly unsustainable, and the institute had to be shut down.

And after the fiasco of the last expedition to Germany, His Majesty Napoleon has been depressed, decadent, ignoring the government and almost becoming a waste.

Although the imperial physicians all said that His Majesty the Emperor was not in good health, so he could not serve on the council. But everyone knows that His Majesty the Emperor is a heart disease, and heart disease can only be cured with heart medicine.

However, the medicine was difficult to match, and the courtiers used all kinds of methods, whether it was blood books or dead letters, and in the end they all ended in failure.

Of course, Miss Sophie knows the crux of the problem, that is, France lacks a martial saint-level powerhouse, a lack of martial saint-level powerhouses who obey His Majesty's orders and are willing to fight for the country, and without enough martial saint-level powerhouses, His Majesty's ambitions will be difficult to realize, and his ambitions will not be rekindled. But even if she knew this, she didn't have a good way to solve this problem.

But she could not see His Majesty the Emperor, who was so beloved and admired, declining day by day, and she had no choice but to use this method to revive Napoleon's ambitions.

After all, although this magical martial art is extremely expensive, it can really quickly improve a person's strength, and in the previous improvements, its effect of absorbing other people's skills has been doubled! It can almost completely absorb more than forty percent of the internal force of the opponent's whole body and turn it into its own use.

However, its terrifying side effects still cannot be eliminated, and anyone who is sucked out of the internal force will inevitably explode and die all over their bodies, without exception.

But what is the fate of those untouchables? There are untouchables everywhere, and there are untouchables everywhere who are willing to give everything for His Majesty the Emperor, and it is their honor to be able to give everything for His Majesty, isn't it?

As long as Your Majesty can successfully break through, achieve a martial saint, restore the ambition of the past, and restore the heroic appearance of the past, then it is worth dying a thousand, ten thousand, or even more untouchables!

Thinking of this, Miss Sophie regained her expression again, returning to her original cold and noble appearance.

The carriage stopped, and outside was a huge valley, and on the huge martial arts training ground in the valley, countless people were sitting cross-legged on the ground, operating their internal forces, refining their true qi.

They were young men recruited from all over France, who loved their country and admired His Majesty Napoleon, but who, either because of their constitution or because of their disability, were able to pass the army's assessment and join the army, but were brought here to cultivate their internal strength and contribute to His Majesty.

They don't need to know much, or even know how to contribute in the end.

They only know that apart from eating and sleeping, they only need to do one thing, and that is to practice internal strength and increase internal strength!

It's a huge brutal training camp!

It's just that, compared to the beginning, the scale of the current training camp has expanded several times, and now there are nearly 100,000 people practicing internal strength here!