I, the invincible strong man, was deceived by the system for 100 years

Linton Town is still so lively.

The news from the front line did not have time to reach Linton City in such a short period of time.

These ignorant humans are still doing their business, still reveling and preparing for battle.

Lynch and his subordinates waited in the hotel for the delivery task assigned to them by the fat boss.

As for the duke's house in Linton City, it seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds.

It's still the same meeting room.

And the same people who came in a hurry.

They all received the same message from the lord.

[The situation is urgent, it is about the survival of Nystad, come quickly. 】

Generally speaking, Sam's summons are always mixed with headaches and lengthy greetings.

They saw the seriousness of the matter from this extraordinary communication, and everyone was a little dignified.

Of course, there are also people who have done a good job in intelligence work and got news from the front line early.

These people have gloomy faces.

They were all silent, sitting in their original positions, watching Nistad's pale face.

"Squeak!"

Move his table and chair with the last man, and sit down.

Sam lifted his head and could see his red eyes.

He uttered the first sentence, which made everyone's expressions change drastically.

"I do not know what to do."

A simple sentence reveals his confusion, helplessness, despair and helplessness.

Words spoken by one of the most powerful people in the Kingdom of Clay, the head of a super ancient noble family.

"What the hell happened? Sam!"

An old man frowned and asked what most people wanted to ask.

Sam shook his head in silence and didn't speak.

This made the dignified atmosphere in the conference room even more tense.

"Something happened on the front line. Beast hordes, led by a mythical monster-Ashukira. And."

Marshall paused for a while, and he changed his usual calmness, which obviously didn't fit his character as the heroic branch president of the mercenary union.

He glanced at the big bosses with wide-eyed eyes, all showing panic.

He let out a long breath, relaxed his body, and lay down on the back of the chair: "Also, that Ashukira is controlled by a 'human', of course, if that guy is a human."

"what!"

Many stood up in horror.

Make their chairs 'bang bang'.

Their hearts were beating rapidly, and their bodies were cold.

Because he couldn't accept Marshall's words at this moment, his mind went blank.

"Don't be kidding. Are you talking about the Sheep of Corruption, Ashukira? Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

An old man with a peaked hat on his head smiled forcedly, his withered face throbbing.

He couldn't accept this statement.

Of course, everyone cannot accept this statement.

"How did the mythical monster appear here? There are also beast tides in other places, but why haven't we heard the news?"

"You say someone controls Ashukira? Even God can't do it!"

"Hehehe, I don't believe it!"

The people in the conference room recovered from their panic, and they could only refute the news, hoping it was really just a joke.

Because of such a disaster, they cannot afford it!

"Oh!"

"What if I say it's true?"

Most of the time, it's Sam, or Marshall, two like-minded fellows, who should pat the table.

This time, though, it was Gibson, the sullen fellow, who slapped the table.

He roared angrily, scarlet light appeared in his eyes.

Everyone fell silent again.

Well, the last straw was pulled out.

"This is undoubtedly Nystad's biggest disaster in the millennium. That 'man' said that he doesn't want anything. He is full of despair and violence. Perhaps, the only thing he wants is to destroy the world."

Sam's voice was bitter.

"I have sent messages to the king, the Almighty Church, the Church of Light, the Church of Darkness...all the forces that can give us a little help. But that weirdo only gave us a daytime, he needs this time, come Enjoy our despair."

"Obviously, that's not enough time. We're not going to be rescued."

"If it's Ashokela, maybe we don't need to panic so much. Our Linton family still has something at the bottom of the box to resist them. But what's even more frightening is that the weirdo who controls Ashokela, maybe only a god can Deal with him!"

"This is a disaster for the entire Nystad. I don't know whether our Linton family can survive this disaster, and I don't know whether your foundation in Nystad can be preserved."

The atmosphere in the meeting room has been tense, and everyone's eyes are constantly rolling.

They all listened to Sam's words, and they couldn't help feeling pity.

Sam stood up suddenly, bowed towards the people in the conference room, and said: "Sorry, everyone. I can't deal with such a crisis like my legendary ancestors. I have caused trouble to everyone, and at the same time thank you for your continued support. Sincere support for the Nystad, Linton family!"

"If you want to leave, the Linton family will never complain to you."

"And I, Sam Linton, the current head of the Linton family, the Duke of the Kingdom of Clay, have decided at this moment that I will live and die with the entire Nystad!"

Seeing this, everyone stood up and bowed towards Sam, which was a necessary return.

But at this moment, their hearts are struggling.

Slowly, someone started bowing to Sam again and leaving the conference room.

One after another, until there were only eight people left in the conference room.

These people either had reasons why they couldn't leave Nystad, or they were simply loyal to the Linton family.

or.
"Sorry, my old friend. The mercenary union has the interests of the mercenary union, so they have to leave." Marshall patted Sam on the shoulder and laughed boldly: "But before, I have told the union I'm here to help you! You won't dislike me, a second-order extraordinary fighter, will you?"

"Thank you." Sam smiled sincerely at Marshall, then shouted with wide eyes, "Don't be trampled to death by Ashikira!"

Seeing Gibson who still didn't leave but remained silent, Sam thanked him again.

"I like this kind of battle." Gibson smiled and looked at Marshall provocatively.

"Cut! See if you like it when you're trampled to death!" Marshall muttered, "Look at my damn temper."

"As for the remaining brothers, I, Sam Linton, express my most sincere thanks to you on behalf of the Linton family!" Sam looked at those who remained here with ashen faces, and said with a smile : "If the Linton family can continue in this crisis! I, Sam, and the Linton family will let you get our most sincere return!"

"Hahaha! Let's have a drink for our upcoming victory!"

Sam laughed, and the maids outside the conference room brought in the wine.

Everyone in the conference room drank it.

It's just that there is unconcealable fear in their eyes.