Upon hearing the question from the Conqueror King, Renn smiled lightly:
"Who would label you as a terrorist is, of course, the only superpower in the world.
With the drastic changes in Eastern Europe and the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the United States has become the leader of the world order, and they will not allow you to challenge their hegemony."
That's it.
The emperor suddenly remembered the military videos he had watched recently, especially those modern war weapons that appeared in the Gulf War that made him excited. They came from the United States.
He waved his hand and said energetically:
"Haha, that makes sense. There can only be one overlord in the world! That man named Clinton is indeed a formidable enemy!"
Renn almost laughed when he heard the Conquering King mention the name of the current US President "Zipton" and seriously said that he regarded him as his biggest enemy.
The emperor was not discouraged, but instead asked Ren with a bold face:
"Wu Ming, can I take off the label of a terrorist by guiding public opinion?"
Although he didn't quite understand the meaning of this title, his royal instinct made him understand that he could never do anything while wearing this hat.
"It's difficult. Now it's different from the past. All kinds of media and voice channels are in the hands of the United States and its allies.
Even if you are wrongly accused, it doesn't matter. What most people can receive is the negative news that you committed all kinds of evil, burning, killing, and looting.
It is even difficult for you to recruit a large number of people, let alone raise funds to purchase weapons, they will restrict you through various means..."
The emperor's expression finally became more solemn. The difficult situation of this era was indeed beyond his expectation.
Weber had a damn expression on his face as he carefully looked at Renne, who had white hair and was wearing a black and red suit.
What a strange guy. His clothes don't seem to be ancient clothes, they look very fashionable.
"Wu Ming, what era are you a heroic spirit from? Why do you know so much knowledge about modern times?" With his heart moving, Weber asked curiously.
Ren raised his eyebrows and began to tell lies: "I come from the near future. I am just an unknown person who was lucky enough to become a heroic spirit."
What a talented person, he can actually become a heroic spirit in this era.
The King of Conqueror's eyes suddenly lit up. He urgently needed subordinates who understood modern society in this way to help him complete his great cause of conquering the world!
As for capturing the Holy Grail, he is confident that there will be no problem.
"Wu Ming, according to your opinion, what method should I use to conquer the world?" He hoped to get some advice.
Ren smiled confidently. He wasted so much saliva and the fish finally took the bait.
Anyway, it costs nothing to brag, so he showed off the momentum of a pyramid scheme leader and started talking nonsense:
“It’s very simple, first immigrate to the United States, become a U.S. citizen, then raise funds, hire a public relations team, and run for president.
After being elected, he will find a way to control those big financial groups and Wall Street tycoons... to gain the world's most powerful country, and then launch a war in the name of anti-terrorism.
First take over Canada, then occupy New Zealand, and then attack Australia. If you have time, you can also pacify the island country at your feet...and then land in Europe with great glory...rebuild the Macedonian Empire..."
Weber: “…”
After hearing Ren's passionate speech, Weber looked as if he had lost his temper, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground in shock.
The King of Conqueror looked at Ren with more and more intense eyes. It wasn't that he wanted to get gay, it was the kind of look that a hero in troubled times would look at his dog-headed military advisor.
This king needs such talents!
"Wu Ming, stop talking nonsense, you need a native-born American to nominate a presidential candidate!" Weber shouted with a broken face.
He obviously came to fight the Holy Grail War to prove himself, but how did it end up like this? When the two servants met, they didn't fight, but instead had a lively chat.
The most terrifying thing is that if the two servants join forces and get the Holy Grail, it is not impossible to succeed if they really do this.
Having had his cover exposed, Renn still remained calm and smiling, looking at Weber with the steady gaze of an old dog:
"Young man, what do you call me?"
For some reason, looking at the smiling Ren, Weber suddenly recalled the fear of being dominated by Director Kenneth.
He said bravely: "Webber Velvet."
Compared to the servants, the name of the master is not that important.
"It's just an identity, Weber, do you think it's more difficult to solve this problem, or to conquer the world from scratch?" Ren asked with a smile.
"This...this..." Weber stuttered suddenly.
Renne was unreasonable and pressed forward step by step towards Weber:
"Or, are you paying to buy weapons for the Conqueror? Mr. Weber, let me remind you that purchasing a B2 bomber requires more than two billion US dollars!"
Two billion?
Poverty has limited my imagination, creativity, physical strength, and vitality... This time, Weber completely stopped talking.
Remembering that he had borrowed money from others to pay for his trip to the Far East, he was about to be defeated by poverty.
No, we can’t admit defeat yet.
In any case, even if Wuming and Rider were just talking and their hopes were slim, he didn't want them to put it into practice.
After thinking calmly for a moment, Weber retorted:
"Wu Ming, this is impossible. The Holy Church and the Magic Association will not allow you to do this!"
Having found 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-powerful wishing machine." Renn started talking nonsense again.
No one except him knew that the Holy Grail was contaminated.
Sure enough, Weber began to tremble. If... Wuming and the others made that wish, my god... it would be a disaster.
Watching his Master's reaction, the Conqueror King who had been silently thinking just now seemed to understand something.
It’s feasible!
He decided that after fighting this Holy Grail War and obtaining a human body, he would recruit military advisor Wu Ming and immigrate to the United States immediately!
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It is impossible to give up conquering the world, not even in this life.
He originally thought of raising troops from Europe to fight in the United States, but the reverse was not impossible, since they would circle the earth anyway.
"Haha, I understand." The Conqueror King grinned, picked up a bottle of beer, and handed it to Ren, "Wu Ming, come on, let's drink first! After watching a good show, we can talk about the plan to conquer the world!"
Ren smiled slightly, took the bottle without being polite, bit open the cap with his mouth, and took a few sips.
He had no intention of actually conquering the world with Iskandar, but he just wanted to change some of his ideas and complete the missions.
"The two of them are finally going to fight." Looking at the other side of the bay, Renn could feel that the two fighting breaths were about to meet.
He has C-level clairvoyance and can clearly see the situation over at the dock area.
After being provoked, Saber and Irisviel made no excuses and walked openly on a four-lane lane paved to allow large vehicles to pass.
Opposite them was the spearman with two brushes──"Brilliant Appearance" Diarmuid.
The two started to confront each other first, and then after a period of necessary business exchanges, they were ready to take action.
The two guns were raised left and right as if they were spreading wings. Lancer smiled confidently and assumed a posture of inviting a fight.
Saber immediately put on a set of armor that shone with silver and azure light, held a ball of "air" in both hands, and took the initiative to attack.
Although it was a primitive collision of cold weapons, the fight between the servants was still astonishingly powerful, bursting out with powerful destructive power.
The sword blade tore through the air, the terrifying edge pierced the sky, and the two spears set off violent waves, cutting and shattering the earth!
Sparks fly, swords and spears dance.
King Da Mao and Brother Brush were unambiguous in their actions.
The figures of the two people quickly intertwined, cracking the ground and causing air waves. The metal and iron kept colliding, setting off a stream of destructive power!
The strong wind roared, and the zinc iron plates torn off the surface of the iron boxes in the warehouse were twisted and deformed. The floor tiles also began to crack, and cracks appeared under the two people's feet.
"Wu Ming, who do you think has the upper hand among them?" On the bridge arch, the emperor, who was watching the battle, took a sip of wine and asked casually.
"Lancer."
"Oh, why not the little blonde girl?"
"Because Saber only has one sword, and Lancer has two guns."
