Rebel Demon King

Chapter 1342 Ragnarok of the Gods (114)

The night was quiet.

The sea is pitch black, but the sky is a wonderful Klein blue, and the stars are shining with blue light, like the shining sea moon jellyfish in the sea.

The sea and the sky seem to be turned upside down, so beautiful and refreshing.

Cheng Mo folded his wings slightly, pulled the speed to the extreme, and turned into a graceful blue light. Under the light of the crystal-like shining stars, he passed through the endless sky, and was looking up at countless people. The raging sea fled.

One person is against 10 people.

It makes him look like Jingwei who wants to fill the ocean with stones, whether it is stupidity or conceit, or lonely courage, futile lonely courage.

But Cheng Mo didn't think so. He felt that he had no sense of sadness, let alone a hero. He was never coerced by the great passion of war, so he made an irrational decision. On the contrary, he was more sober than ever, He just thought he had chosen the only path to victory.

Even if he had no choice, he still felt an inexplicable emotion. He flew over the sea of ​​NF, and realized almost absolute physical freedom in this clear and vast sky.

This kind of freedom to do whatever he wants makes the adrenaline soar, and the extreme pleasure and intense pain are intertwined, making his emotions expand at an accelerated rate, burning like a flame, scorching his brain like a flame, and evaporating majestic power .This majestic and impassioned power was surging in his heart and within his body, like a raging tide, desperately looking for an exit.And a supreme rationality is suppressing the boiling emotions, preventing the passion for destruction from exploding in his cranial cavity and in his body.

These two forces spiraled up, pushing his mood to a higher level, just like—the twilight, coming from afar, until there is nothing to see, and he still doesn't want to return.The heart is condensed and released, and it is combined with Wanhua Ming.

At this moment, he is no longer isolated from this world, he has become a part of this world, like the wind, like light, like the tide, like a huge unrivaled calamity star, galloping towards the enemy alone, towards the end of fate.

What greeted him were thousands of laser beams, like a vast meteor shower.

He is burning.

He is the flame of destruction from hell.

He will perform his duty of purifying the world.

During the extremely fast flight, the details of when he and Li Jiting fell towards the earth came to his mind one after another. He recalled Li Jiting's confident and lazy expression, recalled that the master sang like reciting poetry to accumulate energy, recalled The master holds flowers and seals like a Buddha.

Cheng Mo closed his eyes, wanting to explore the profound mysteries inherited from Li Jiting, he said softly as if praying: "Master, please lend me your strength." Then he stretched out his right hand and chanted in a low voice, "Truth : Dense collapse!"

His movements are a bit stiff and rusty, not solemn, it can be said to be extremely casual, without even a second of charging, as if this symbolizes the unique "Red Label SSS" skill, but it only takes a few seconds on CD D-level skills.But it didn't prevent a small black ball from jumping out from the tip of his right finger.He flicked his fingers lightly like a Buddha, and the ball floated higher into the air, spinning rapidly, and gradually expanded into a dark red band of light, which swirled around the black ball like a vortex, like a dark red band. planetary rings.

The pouring rain of various skills seemed to be strongly attracted, and they changed their routes and went straight to the black hole above the sky. After entering the light belt, all physical and non-physical skills became distorted, and then were captured by the black hole. engulf.

In terms of power, his "dense collapse" is far inferior to the effect Li Jiting used, but it also creates a large enough gap.He seized the opportunity to continue to rise, and under the protection of "dense collapse", he flew above the star gate line, looked down, and under his feet were the star gate chosen as vast as the silver forest. They wore ancient armor and held various All kinds of weapons and shields are layered on top of each other all over the sky and sea, and there is no end in sight at a glance, and the number of people is so large that it makes the scalp numb.

And he was alone.

The sea and the sky are the same color, and the lone moon is in the sky. He is waving his wings, like a Jingwei standing on the tip of the crescent moon.

He will fill the sea with stones.

Probably it is too exaggerated for one person to be superior to countless people. The large number of Stargate Chosen seems to have been greatly provoked. The enraged Chosen knocked on their shields and uttered a Viking battle cry : "HOOAH!"

"HOOAH!"

"HOOAH!"

The shouts were like raging waves, and like a war song resounding throughout the universe.

The light spots of skills moved up against the wind, reflecting the deep sky like dusk.

Cheng Mo turned his head down and drew a graceful light blue arc on the starry sky, heading straight for the center of the Stargate line like a falcon.

The turbulent skills form a tsunami of light, and even the dark sea reflects huge light spots like fish schools, which is beautiful and has a doomsday atmosphere.

It only takes one mistake to die, but Cheng Mo is extraordinarily calm, as if these deadly lights are colored fireworks celebrating his ascension to the throne, and those Stargate Chosen Ones who occupy the entire sky are just ants under his feet.

And he was walking on the long steps to the throne of God.

"Truth: The Eye of Lance!"

Another "Red Label SSS" skill was used by Cheng Mo. "Eye of Lance" is not an attack skill, nor is it a defensive skill, but a skill that allows him to use "teleportation" continuously.However, if used continuously within 30 seconds, the mana consumption will be superimposed. The mana consumption of "teleportation" is 14950 points, regardless of the skill and equipment bonuses, the standard super human chosen at level 33 has a mana amount of 299792 points at full level, that is to say, the mana can be used up to four times in a row with the "Eye of Lens" ".Cheng Mo doesn't know how many times Li Jiting's mana can be used in a row, but this does not prevent "Lens Eye" from being the most valuable magical skill among all Li Jiting's skills.

He has every reason to judge that "Eye of Lance" is Li Jiting's core skill.For him, it is even more of a magical skill. The level 99 mana amount is 29979245 points, plus various bonuses, his mana amount is as high as 4000 million points. According to Cheng Mo's calculation, he can use it in the limit state. Lance's Eye" 25 times, but as long as he insists on "25 seconds" without using "Lens' Eye" any time before the 24th time, then his remaining mana and recovery speed can surpass "Lens's Eye" The Eye of Si" can be used endlessly.As long as the calculation is done properly, he can hardly be locked.

This also means that as long as he does not use the "Eye of Lance" 24 times in a row, he can always hold the initiative and he will be invincible.

And ordinary Chosen Ones are destined to give him consumables to superimpose the "Slaughter Heart" buff, which is also the reason and confidence for him to face hundreds of thousands of Stargate Chosen Ones alone.

Just when the light spots in the sky reached his eyes, he activated his skills, first "teleporting" to the lower left, then teleporting to the lower right, left and right for 8 consecutive super-distance "teleports", making him pass through like a ghost. A skill that lights up the entire sky.That feeling was like blinking 8 times quickly, and almost instantly, they reached the center of the star gate front.

The speed was so fast that Cheng Mo couldn't adapt to it himself. He subconsciously looked around and confirmed that the surroundings were full of Stargate Chosen Ones wearing all kinds of strange clothes, and none of them realized that the enemy had arrived. Still roaring, looking for his figure in the dense skills.

Only then did he confirm that he had indeed reached the very center of the star gate line with ease.

Finally, someone below him noticed his presence and let out a rapid breathing sound.He has a clear understanding of the situation within dozens of kilometers. Everyone's heartbeat, all skill release density and frequency, as well as wind speed and temperature are all manifested in his brain as clear data.

Of course, the disordered breathing could not escape the monitoring, he lowered his head, and saw a man whose COS had become venom was also looking up at him.Probably because he was too shocked, the man subconsciously lifted the mask on his head, revealing his wide eyes and astonished face.

Cheng acquiesced to Frederick's freckled face, and saw himself in the other's pupils. Each feather on the four pairs of wings seemed to be inlaid with diamonds, exuding a star-like luster.The streamlined armor covering the whole body is also beautiful, and the parts at the joints are made of black gold inlaid with white, like the head of a unicorn fairy, shining with sharp brilliance.The scales clinging to the skin were black as ash, like dragon scales.The armor on the neck and chest overlapped in layers, with gear-like golden patterns embedded on it, majestic and mysterious.The mask covering his face is like the face of a bird carved with complicated patterns, except that the sharp beak that occupies most of the area does not extend forward, but covers the nose, lips and chin downwards, matching There are two rubies that look like eyeballs, weird and gorgeous.

Wearing the "Lord of the Plague", he stood among the Chosen Ones of the Star Gate, just like a demon god standing among mortals.No matter how gorgeous the armor of the Stargate Chosen One is, it can't compete with the ultimate "Plague Lord", just like the firefly can never compete with the bright moon.

"Oh my goodness!!" Venom finally trembled his lips, and squeezed out a loud exclamation from his throat, "I've seen you, here."

Cheng Mo didn't have the idea of ​​reminiscing with Frederick. He stared coldly and ruthlessly at the face full of various emotions, and softly recited: "Truth: Coronal circulation!"

The sky suddenly entered a strange stillness, to be precise, it should be a kind of fluctuation, the sound is trembling, the air is heating up, the light is becoming colorful, and the electrons are being accelerated.

Frederick shouted: "You're dead this time!" Then he attacked Cheng Mo, thick black smoke rose from his hands, and a black cobra bigger than a Boeing 767 emerged from the smoke He rushed out, fiercely going straight to Chengmo.

"Truth: Pharaoh's Serpent!"

The gigantic snake that rose into the sky opened its fangs, and swallowed Cheng Mo in the blink of an eye, as if swallowing him in its stomach.

Before Frederick had time to be happy, he saw that the black giant snake was scattered by countless blue light spots. These light spots first revolved around Cheng Mo, and the speed became faster and faster, and then it seemed to be sprayed by something. Going out, it turned into a tulle-like light of gold and blue.

The tulle-like halo spread to all directions, and it seemed that the speed was not fast, and it seemed that there was no danger.

However, Frederick changed his expression and yelled "FXXK!!" He chose to escape immediately, but even though he used "teleport" immediately, he still did not escape the attack range of "corona circulation". It turned into a DNA helix as soon as it appeared.

In the remaining tens of seconds, Frederick saw the mist-like golden and blue veils in a spherical space with a diameter of nearly ten kilometers centered on Chengmo. The carrier of the survivors was vaporized, carbonized, and then their armor and armor suddenly melted, and the whole process burned like a match.In an instant, everything in the huge space was evaporated cleanly, like a strange circle of rice fields burned by sky fire, surrounding Chengmo and burning a huge spherical space.

As the light veil diffuses, the DNA helixes are gradually lit up, and then those DNA helices are like neon lights that are extinguished according to the program, and they are extinguished one by one from the inside to the outside.The colorful DNA helix looks like a mosaic when it rotates, just like Cheng Mo lighting up a spherical mosaic neon light in the air.When the neon lights are extinguished, the red molten iron remaining in the air is dripping towards the sea like raindrops. This scene is extremely cyberpunk, with a grand temperament of technological death.It's like a group of bionic people, going to the incinerator to reincarnate, filled with psychedelic beauty, like electronic fireworks blooming in the virtual world.

"It's spectacular, this scene is comparable to "Avengers 4", but I don't know who is the Avenger and who is Thanos!" Frederick thought at the moment when he disappeared.

The electronic fireworks that suddenly bloomed in the center of the front line attracted the attention of all the Stargate Chosen Ones, and the frantic shouts and attacks came to an abrupt end. In the eerie silence, everyone was panicking and looking for the source of the attack. However, Cheng Mo had disappeared in place, and used the "Eye of Lance" to perform seven "teleportation" moves to a place outside the range of the explosion.

Before those Stargate Chosen Ones who were still looking for him could react, Cheng Mo once again cast the most powerful physics-based group attack skill among the group attack skills-"Gamma Ray Burst".

In the stargate line of the vast crowd, he is like an exploding star, bursting out countless rays of light and shooting in all directions, like a thousand-petaled lotus in full bloom.The golden light pierced through countless Stargate Chosen Ones, and once again ignited the electronic fireworks that decorated the sky.

To Cheng Mo at this moment, the prohibition system "Red Label SSS", which is unattainable for ordinary chosen ones, is not a rare thing at all, let alone a killer move.His inheritance from Li Jiting is too huge.Moreover, ordinary Chosen Ones only have seven skill slots, but he has a total of twenty skill slots at level 99 plus the gift from the second general. He doesn't need to care about the skill cooldown time at all, but needs to improve his proficiency as soon as possible.

Cheng Mo used the "Eye of Lance" to teleport constantly, and powerful skills took turns to take turns. Various SSS skills such as flames, lightning, and magnetic storms swept across the front of the star gate. The bombardment was riddled with holes.

But his energy output is stuck at 50.00%, which means that his attack power, defense power and speed still have 50.00% room for improvement, even so, he is strong enough.

The dark sky alternates between light and dark, he is everywhere, he exists in the roaring thunder, in the flashing lightning.

He controls the light, slaughters hundreds of people in ten seconds, and never stays behind for thousands of miles.

Alfred Irene Dupont and a group of Union commanders on the western edge of the line, in addition to Henry Charles Albert Mountbatten-Windsor, the sixth general of the Red Lion, and the Queen's Wing It can be said that apart from the three core organizations of Ouyu and Kamikaze, White Tiger and The Sunflower flag has not yet arrived, and the top [-] organizations are basically all present.

A group of Chosen Ones with extraordinary strength and dressed in straight official uniforms gathered in the sky and looked majestic and majestic, even the sea breeze blowing past became suffocating.However, their expressions are very dull, with gloomy faces, they seem to be plundering the frontline like a great demon king. More than [-] powerful Chosen Ones are being manipulated in the palm of their hands, but they can't even touch the shadow of the enemy. I can only watch helplessly as waves of explosions light up the dark blue sky, like a fireworks show on New Year's Day.

The enemy broke into the line like a whale into a school of sardines.In a breath, the alliance's chosen ones who were aggressive just now seemed to sweep the entire NF sea, scattered in all directions, widening the distance, guarding against the devil-like black shadow causing greater destructive power in the dense front.

Among them, the chosen ones from other organizations other than the Stargate are the worst. They don't have the same hatred as the chosen ones from the Stargate. When danger comes, they often run away at the first time, instead disrupting the formation of the Stargate.Especially the "Eye of Medusa" who wore turbans, put on the most ruthless poses, and ran the fastest way, faster than the French who raised their hands.

Of course, spreading out is the correct choice. Even if the formation can remain stable, it will not affect the result of being slaughtered.But more than [-] people against one person, the scene is still so embarrassing.It seems that the alliance is like a mob composed of a group of fools, not at all like the Chosen Army that gathers the most powerful organizations in the world.

This made all the leaders present feel ashamed and their faces turned black.

During the suffocating silence, Richard Mellon, who was the eighth general not long ago, said without words: "He has used ten skills in total, which is in line with the number of skills owned by the second general. It seems that Lord David is not." Seemingly realizing that it was inappropriate for him to say this, he changed the topic and said, "It seems that he is the heir chosen by the second general."

"I really don't know why Nebuchadnezzar chose him? It seems that his gladiatorial level is very average, he can only bombard indiscriminately, without any rules. The skill proficiency is not high, but the skill itself is strong enough. For example, this one can be used infinitely." The 'teleport' used." Charles Ford's tone was filled with righteous indignation, as if he was blaming Li Jiting for not choosing him.

Richard Mellon licked his lips and said excitedly: "Indeed, this skill is too powerful. It doesn't make any sense to consume combat power like this. Before we find a way to lock him, we can only be beaten passively." After a pause, he said, "This is a completely asymmetric massacre."

"Lock 'teleportation'? Oh ~ Charles, that is impossible, even if we are still gods, it is impossible." Charles Ford did not hide his desire, "This is a magic skill! If I have With this skill, I dare say that no matter how many people there are, they are just lambs waiting to be slaughtered."

"I can't be 100% sure it's 'teleportation', what if it's some other skill?"

"Then you have to find out where this seemingly 'teleportation' skill comes from!"

Henry Charles Albert Mountbatten-Windsor, who was wearing a dark blue king's dress, interrupted the discussion of the other leaders with a sullen face, and said dissatisfiedly: "I just want to know why Lord David is not here at this time. Take a shot? Our Red Lions have paid enough for the victory of the United Legion. My chosen one is still fighting bloody battles. Even my hereditary sixth general is gone, but Lord David still No shot." He suppressed his anger, "He didn't even open his mouth to explain to us what happened just now!"

With Stargate's ancient father and now filial son Albert taking the lead, the leaders of some other organizations also changed the topic and clamored, expressing their dissatisfaction with the current situation.

Akar Cavusoglu, the leader of the "Eye of Medusa", who has always been courageous, said bluntly: "Albert is right, Alfred, we are here to help, not to suffer. Damn it. Now this situation has gone beyond the scope of our original agreement, you must give us an explanation."

Akar Cavusoglu's words were more straightforward, and the words "must add money" were clearly engraved on his face.

Alfred Irene Dupont glanced at Akar Cavusoglu, the leader known as "King of Changing Faces", remembering that not long ago he called himself "Lord Dupont", but now he called him "Lord Dupont". Alfred".It's just that he lost his position as a general, and the opponent changed from a husky to a wolfhound.

In fact, Akar Cavusoglu's arrogance and respect did not surprise him, and it didn't matter, but the performance of the "Eye of Medusa" on the battlefield was really shameful, almost obviously acting, This is why he hates each other.

Alfred Irene Dupont didn't even look at Akar Cavusoglu, and said coldly: "It's all about victory, gentlemen."

Alfred Irene Dupont's haughty attitude had aroused a buzz among the chiefs, but that was all.The star gate gods have always had their eyes above the top, and they really regard themselves as gods. Others are also used to this, after all, everyone lives by relying on the star gate.

But when the gods degenerate into common people and are reluctant to throw bones, the dog has dignity.

Hearing that the leaders were getting more and more noisy, Alfred Irene Dupont finally considered his words a little bit, and said with a straight face, "Everyone, please stop making noise, our duty is to obey orders. Regardless of Lord David How to do it. In short, victory must belong to us."

"Victory belongs only to the Stargate." Henry Charles Albert Mountbatten-Windsor raised his voice. It is definitely not something that a second general can make up for."

When the "Second God General" was mentioned, everyone's expressions became complicated again, with emotions of awe, regret, contempt and so on.But even with contempt, no one opened their mouths to speak, and everyone lowered their heads, as if paying silent tribute to the dead legend.

In the silence, someone whistled.

"You people! You are really hypocritical."

The leaders who had their own concerns raised their heads one after another, following the prestige.Then I saw John Chris Morgan appearing out of nowhere beside Henry Charles Albert Mountbatten-Windsor.There was a smile on his face, and he didn't look like he had just lost his position as a general.

Seeing that no one was curious about how he lost his position as a general, John Chris Morgan also pretended to be nonchalant and said: "Everyone knows that we are just the first mover to test that kid. Lord David wants us to force us out of that place." The boy’s hole card, when he shows his hole card, is his death date.” He glanced left and right, and said with a smile, “Why are you all embarrassed to say it? Don’t want to admit that you are just cannon fodder? Look, our generals are all It's just shit! What are you people?"

No one thought that John Chris Morgan would say such bold and reckless words, vaguely aimed at the number one general, and the atmosphere became subtly silent.

"Indeed, you're nothing but shit, and we're not even as good as shit!" Akar Cavusoglu echoed, with a constipated expression, and it was unclear whether he was grotesque or frustrated enough to speak nonsense.

In short, nothing that Akar Cavusoglu says will come as a surprise.The others were overwhelmed by John Chris Morgan and Akar Cavusoglu. They hesitated to speak, then shook their heads helplessly and remained silent.

John Chris Morgan didn't care what other people thought of him, he raised his hand and patted Henry Charles Albert Mountbatten-Windsor on the shoulder, "Albert, I don't think you think the position of the second general It’s not enough to make up for the loss of your Red Lions, you just want the position of the second general.” He smiled “hehe” and touched his chin, “But ah! Everyone lost the position of the general, a second general How can the position be enough!"

Henry Charles Albert Mountbatten-Windsor immediately collapsed his face, and wanted to say something to refute, but he couldn't refute it.

Alfred Irene Dupont frowned, "Master General Morgan, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm just telling the truth." John Chris Morgan shrugged his shoulders. He leaned on the shoulder of the fifth general and whispered, "Alfred, do you think there are only the second general and the Tai Chi dragon?" Is it the food on the table? No, we are all, I will not end well, you will not end well, and Lord Rothschild hiding in Xinxiang will also end badly."

"You're already crazy." Alfred Irene Dupont responded without turning his head, "You have lost your position as a general, and you have completely lost your mind."

John Chris Morgan laughed. "I'm sober. You'll see!"

Richard Mellon interrupted the private chat between the two, "It's too early to say defeat."

Alfred Irene Dupont snorted coldly and said nothing.

John Chris Morgan first said on purpose, "For us... it is a loss. Now there is not even No.12 general. No one wants to have a position of general to allocate. We Stargate itself There won’t be any.” Then he smiled indifferently, “Unless.”

Henry Charles Albert Mountbatten-Windsor couldn't help asking: "Unless what?"

Everyone else held their breath, waiting for John Chris Morgan to say the following.If it weren't for the coercion of the star gate and the temptation of obtaining a god general, who would want to come here to die?

"Unless we can kill him before the first god will take action." John Chris Morgan looked at another burst of electronic fireworks with squinted eyes, and said coldly, "...kill him."

The big shots with their own ulterior motives fell silent again.

Especially the gods and generals of the star gate.

Henry Charles Albert Mountbatten-Windsor was the first to question, "It's easy to say." He sneered, "We can't even lock him now, he can run whenever he wants, Lord David No shot. We are just wasting our fighting power in vain."

John Chris Morgan remembered that on Fort No. [-] just now, the opponent not only predicted the direction of his teleportation, but also happened to get stuck in his position. He believed that it was no coincidence.

"You can only talk nonsense, too? Little Morgan!" Akar Cavusoglu yelled loudly, "If we could lock his position, we would have gone up and smashed this bird man. Even if he is the second god What will happen?"

John Chris Morgan's violent remarks made everyone forget that apart from Cheng Mo, there was also Bai Xiuxiu, a great general on the battlefield. He thought of Bai Xiuxiu's touching face, and smiled slightly, "Lock him really Impossible." After a pause, he changed the subject and looked in the direction of Sidu Jiao, "But it's easy to trap him in a certain area."

A group of leaders followed the eyes of John Chris Morgan to the electromagnetic artillery array more than 200 kilometers away. Through the flying light and the vast sea of ​​people, they could see the little fireflies floating under the white moonlight Under the dim light of the fire, there are forests of gun barrels hidden.

"Little Morgan, this is a good suggestion." Akar Cavusoglu said sarcastically, "But why should we work hard for your star gate for unrealistic things? We have to show some sincerity!"

"Yes, don't take us for fools." Henry Charles Albert Mountbatten-Windsor looked annoyed.He lost the most in this battle. For a little fame and an unfulfillable promise, he lost the position of god general that should be passed on.He had waited 65 years for this position, but before his butt was warmed up, and he hadn't enjoyed the majesty and nobility of a god general for a few days, he was fooled by the star gate and lost it.Thinking of the indifferent old face in the coffin, and the disdain in the eyes of his son and daughter-in-law, Albert became even more irritable, "Anyway, we must give an explanation, or we will withdraw from the battle!"

"Yes! Get out of the fight!" cried Akar Cavusoglu.

The other chiefs also joined in.

Alfred Irene Dupont knew why the leaders jumped out at this time. The difficulty of the battle was indeed beyond imagination. Their strength was greatly weakened, so that the originally agreed price could not be reached. Satisfy the appetite of these hungry wolves.And right now is the most critical time, as long as "Lucifer" is killed, victory can be won, and these greedy beasts seize the opportunity to make new demands.

Just as Alfred Irene Dupont was being quarreled, a voice suddenly came out, "What do you want?"

The sound was so calm and powerful, like the ancient and distant bells in Xinxiang St. John's Cathedral. At this moment, everyone seemed to have a glimpse of the towering dome, the solemn and majestic walls, and the row upon row of modern buildings outside the carved glass windows.

David Rockefeller appeared in midair, wearing a very pristine black frock coat, the only difference being that the black shirt underneath was a traditional Roman collar.This kind of detachable collar with white metal strips is very Victorian, and it usually only appears on priests.He took small steps in the air, like an elegant priest with the "Holy Classics" in his hands, and walked up to the altar with a sacred posture.As soon as you open your mouth, everything is silent, the hustle and bustle disappears, and a sacred and vicissitudes of life blows over your face, just like the St. John's Cathedral standing in the center of Xinxiang City.

The feeling is indescribable, like a holy and solemn statue standing in a gentle town filled with copper smell and beauty.It is difficult for you to tell whether he is defending the way or sinking.

No one answered David Rockefeller's inquiry. The proud leaders all lowered their heads, put their left hand on their right chest, took off their hats with their right hands, and bowed their heads to the figure appearing above.

The voices of greetings came and went.

Even Akar Cavusoglu, who was rebellious and unscrupulous, said reverently with fearful awe and pilgrimage: "Dear David, it is my honor to greet you face to face."

John Chris Morgan lowered his head amid the unanimous greetings, and murmured in a low voice: "Look, our God has arrived!"

David Rockefeller's expression did not change because a group of the most powerful people on earth surrendered to him. He could be said to have no reaction to this, just like a teacher facing his disciples and students, he looked around , asked calmly: "Where is Napoleon VII?"

Alfred Irene Dupont replied softly: "He hasn't arrived yet," he said, "I'll press again."

David Rockefeller shook his head first, "No need!" Then he said with some regret, "The cunning vulture will pay the price for his hesitation."

"Yes, my lord," replied Alfred Irene Dupont, bowing his head.

David Rockefeller didn't say anything serious, but there was a chill in the air. Everyone couldn't help tightening their bodies and buried their heads lower, as if they were resisting the bone-chilling cold.

David Rockefeller first smiled warmly at the leaders, and said softly like an elder: "You are all our true friends who can come here. Our Stargate has always been generous to true friends. But..." Then After changing the subject, he said, "Please don't question my decision. An excellent hunter never considers how to capture the prey, but how to preserve the maximum value of the prey. After all, a complete bear skin is more valuable, Or fresh bear meat is more important? Or both. Think clearly before making a move. As an excellent hunter, patience is more important than anything else.”

Henry Charles Albert Mountbatten-Windsor said embarrassingly, "My lord, I'm just anxious about the situation of the battle." He looked at Cheng Mo who was still raging in the sky, and said aggrievedly, "I lost the general This person is indeed not something we can deal with."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Akar Cavusoglu wiped away the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"I am not teaching you how to be a good hunter. There is no room for a second hunter in this forest." David Rockefeller said sincerely, "But it needs a lot of hounds."

The former generals of the star gate all lowered their heads and remained silent.The leaders of other organizations were a little stunned and at a loss. They probably couldn't tell whether David Rockefeller's tone was sarcasm for a moment. They lowered their heads and let the distant roar cover the silence in front of them.

David Rockefeller seemed completely unaware of the strange atmosphere, staring at Cheng Mo who was making noise, and said in an approachable tone: "...over the years, you should sincerely thank Nebuchadnezzar, because of his Existence, you are valuable, and there is room for bargaining. But now, please don’t worry about how the gods will distribute it, because I will take back all the positions of the gods, and there will be no gods except me. Don’t expect no more practical benefits. You should keep in mind that you have no room to sway, and you should be pious when facing me." He paused for a moment, as if silently mourning, and after a short silence, he said sadly, "Ni Buchadnezzar is dead, and after his death I am the true god."

Hearing the word "GOD", everyone lowered their heads even lower, not daring to breathe, as if they were afraid that David Rockefeller would suspect that they had objections to the words.

Only John Chris Morgan cast a surreptitious glance at Alfred Irene Dupont and sneered silently.

Alfred Irene Dupont bowed his head, expressionless.

David Rockefeller turned his head, looked around the faces of everyone, smiled and said: "Personally, I regard everyone as good friends, and I don't like the metaphor of hunters and hounds. But there is really no comparison to this It’s a more vivid metaphor, not to mention” He looked at the electromagnetic artillery array on Sidujiao, “Being a hunting dog is better than being a prey, right?”

(End of this chapter)