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In three hours, he killed eleven thousand men.
He was in .
He hesitated. Then he pressed Apply. The next morning, a lone ashigaru spearman from the Silver Crane walked toward the Oda vanguard. The Oda general laughed. Then the spearman began to run. Not the sprint of a man, but the relentless glide of a predator. He crossed a river without slowing. Arrows struck him and vanished. Swords shattered against his skin.
“So I thought,” the messenger whispered. “But watch.”
“My lord,” the messenger gasped, kneeling. “The Oda have thirty thousand men at the border. Our scouts report… they move without rest. Without hunger. They have not slept in three days.”
ON God Mode – All Units: ON One-Hit Kill: ON Instant Building: ON
He placed a small, lacquered scroll on the table. On it was a single line of strange script:
Hideaki’s advisor, an old monk named Kenji, frowned. “Impossible.”