The original plan had been for him and Pāpīyas to jointly pilot the ultimate weapon, using the two Demonic Blades as amplifiers to blast down the Ming Dynasty as well.
Now that Murasame was in hand, as long as Tokugawa Ieyasu did not intend to rebel immediately, Muramasa was already his for the taking.
The ideal of Eight Corners, One Roof was about to become reality.
"Watch out."
Pāpīyas's warning reached Toyotomi Hideyoshi's ear, but within this Golden Demonic Realm, what could possibly require his caution?
Heaven and earth flipped. Toyotomi Hideyoshi's vision twisted violently, and he saw a headless corpse.
It was his own body.
"Damn it, what happened?"
Toyotomi Hideyoshi roared. It was only the loss of his head—how could something so trivial kill him within the Golden Demonic Realm?
If Ramesses II could do it, then so could I, Toyotomi Hideyoshi.
Toyotomi Hideyoshi reattached his head and finally saw what had attacked him.
The Demonic Blade Murasame.
"Your master is already dead, yet you're still this stubborn. If I didn't still have use for you..."
Toyotomi Hideyoshi naturally assumed that the sentient Demonic Blade refused to acknowledge him, but Pāpīyas stopped him because she had sensed something.
"Someone's here."
"Someone? Who?"
This was Toyotomi Hideyoshi's domain. Was there anything here that could escape his senses? No—there really did seem to be something nearby.
"Clap, clap, clap~"
Someone was applauding. Toyotomi Hideyoshi followed the sound and saw Fujimaru Kyoya sitting to one side, clapping in congratulations for the two of them.
"You two are quite good. You've qualified as 'villains.'"
"Villains?"
Toyotomi Hideyoshi and Pāpīyas exchanged a glance. To people at their level, what distinction was there between good and evil, righteousness and wickedness? They were all driven by profit.
The other party should not have been unaware