Banner of the Evil God

(I am almost pissed off by the Tencent author background... I clicked update, and it said the update failed. I looked at the "published chapters" and found that they were not published yet, so I clicked update again, and now the same chapter was published twice...)

(The content has been modified, and the title can only be changed on Monday...)

In the next few days, Leon lived well. He quietly visited a few acquaintances who were not affected by the coup and purge. Although things have changed, everyone still welcomed his visit. Of course, there were also those who welcomed him in person but wanted to report to the king behind his back. However, how could such a little trick deceive the legendary peak strongman? Leon did not kill them, but just used the forgetfulness spell on each of them to make them forget that they had seen him.

Of course, he was not a professional legendary wizard after all, and he was not so proficient and skilled in the use of forgetfulness. Perhaps it would cause sequelae such as headaches and poor memory, or he would forget too many things, but these sequelae were only short-term, and forgetting a little bit of things was not necessarily harmful. In short, compared with the behavior of wanting to betray him, these were trivial matters. Presumably, even if those people knew the cause and effect, they would choose the latter between a knife and forgetfulness.

A few days later, the new batch of soldiers in the scout camp were finally recruited and equipped, and they set off under the leadership of Leon.

Coincidentally, the day they left the city was exactly the day when Baron Keen finally reorganized the army and set off for the capital.

Before leaving, Creek presided over the Keen family, which might be the last major event in his hands.

Seeing the two flags of the Thunder Principality and Baron Keen falling from the castle flagpole, and then the jellyfish flag of the Void Mask Church, followed by the two previous flags, but all below the jellyfish flag, Maggie, who was spying on the balcony of the hotel, was furious and broke a large section of the balcony railing with one palm.

However, she didn't dare to do anything else.

The Void Mask was notorious for its fierceness. This god had super strong combat power and was not restricted by the priesthood. Although he did things upside down, he was top-notch in both wisdom and force among the gods. As a senior priest of the Noble God Church, Maggie knew that her majesty could never afford to offend this fierce god. If she really risked angering the Void Mask and killed Anna Keen, who had clearly surrendered to this god, she was afraid that before the Void Mask could make a move, her majesty would beat her half to death first, and then wrap her up in wrapping paper and send her over to make amends.

Indeed, the Noble God was a relatively important member of the human pantheon, and he had a big tree to lean on. But the Faceless Void dared to bombard the Lord of Mysteries, and he also made the Lord of Mysteries suffer a great loss. Although the human gods are powerful, they can't deter Him at all. Apart from anything else, what if He also bombards the "Glorious Kingdom" where the human gods live?

The God of Nobility will never take this risk!

Thinking of this, her heart was filled with a sense of powerlessness and frustration, and endless anger rose. If it weren't for the long-term training and upbringing that forced her to suppress her anger, I'm afraid she would have roared at that time.

"It seems that it won't work." The female wizard who had a good relationship with her looked at the jellyfish flag floating in the air and sighed deeply, "Let's withdraw, we can't afford to offend that person."

Maggie gritted her teeth, her body trembled slightly, but she couldn't say anything like "keep going".

After a long while, she finally calmed down and waved her hand weakly: "Pack up, let's go, there's no point in staying..."

The group came with great momentum, but left in disgrace, without even seeing Creek.

Soon, Creek, who was on the road with the army, received the news and couldn't help laughing.

This is the only good news today...I hope Anna can study hard and be a good lord.

This is all I can do for her.

After laughing, he thought about his expedition again.

There is no doubt that this expedition will be a life-or-death struggle, or to exaggerate, a life-or-death struggle. There is a powerful and perverted orc army outside, and the Grand Duke who wants to stab him inside, and his comrades are a group of stubborn and old-fashioned knights. As the saying goes, you are not afraid of god-like opponents, but you are afraid of pig-like teammates. However, if your opponent is like a god, your teammates are like pigs, and the boss behind you is so unscrupulous that he wants you to die, if you can still survive, then you are probably not an ordinary time traveler, but the protagonist of a time travel novel.

"If you think about it carefully, it seems possible: first of all, Creek is more handsome than me, which means he has plastic surgery; then he has his own language, his own system, and a few loyal subordinates. When he is short of money, he can make enough money by going to the casino... I seem to have the style of a protagonist of a time travel novel..."

He talked to himself, raised his hand to touch the beard on his chin that had grown a little recently, and his mood couldn't help but get better.

"If I were really the protagonist of a cool novel, I would definitely not die in such a place. On the contrary, I would definitely be able to seize the opportunity to gain a lot of merit and reputation. Maybe after a battle, my experience points would be enough to directly upgrade to a legendary strongman..."

"No, it is also possible that I escaped with serious injuries in the battle, and then found the secret book and elixir left by a senior master in a secret cave. After ten years of hard training, I became a master of magic, and I was invincible when I came out of the cave. No matter what the enemy was, I could suppress it severely. In the end, I married a beautiful and rich woman and became a CEO and reached the peak of my life..."

"It's also possible that my body actually hides the blood of the noble Lord of Light and Darkness. It will burst out at the moment of life and death, and then directly transform into the Great Demon King of Destruction or the Angel of Dawn, holding a sickle or a holy sword, killing all the way. Kill it, no matter whether it is red bean paste or mung bean paste, kill it until the sky is dark and the sun and the moon are dim, and finally create a bright and prosperous world..."

"Well, maybe my system also has another secret. At a critical moment, I finally accumulated enough experience points, and the system was suddenly upgraded, with task assistance and ability improvement. So with the help of the system, my strength increased by leaps and bounds, and I became invincible in the world. , and then hit higher realms all the way until becoming a god..."

"Or maybe I just died in the battle, and then found out that after death, not only did I not completely fall into the street, but I was reborn into Creek's boyhood. The rebirth plus system seems to be a very popular genre, but the gold finger is so wide. , the story seems difficult to grasp..."

He conceived several possibilities in one breath, and for each one he could find several famous works to compare with. He suddenly felt that the sky was high and the future was bright. The sky was bright, the water was bright, the wind was bright, and his heart was bright. It's also brighter.

The only problem is...he himself knows that this is all just a fantasy.

If I were really the protagonist of some cool novel, how come I hadn't hooked up with a single woman except the maid Amy Wei after traveling a few months now? Even Amy Wei has not yet reached the final stage of development.

Will the protagonist of Shuangwen be like this? Obviously not!

Not only that, the protagonists of all cool novels either suffered a lot before time travel, were incompetent and fat, or were some kind of military king or martial arts master. After time travel, they either rely on the knowledge on the earth to cultivate technology trees and produce muskets, or Come and show off your power in the Chinese magical arts in another world, or accumulate enough magic power to defy the heavens just by eating sweet potatoes... Look at yourself, before time travel, I was a clerk, not rich but definitely not poor, and in my spare time I was an online painter. He is quite famous and has a good social status. He is an art student and basically knows nothing about science and technology. He has only heard of a name for martial arts. If he wants to get a golden finger, he has nowhere to start.

Can such a person be the protagonist of a cool novel?

Only if you can, there will be ghosts!

He shook his head and couldn't help but smile.

"Forget it, let's take a step and take a look. In any case, the ants are still alive, so I'll just stand in hell and look up to heaven... I don't know if this is actually true..."

Creek murmured, riding the docile horse, surrounded by knights and soldiers, slowly moving forward along the avenue.

He had no idea whether what lay ahead was heaven or hell. All you can do is work harder.

They walked about forty miles that day, and they were marching at a good speed. When the sun was about to set, we successfully found a place to camp and prepared to have a good rest before continuing our journey the next day.

There are still about fifteen days until December 1st. There is generally no rain or snow in the Thunder Principality this season, so there should be enough time.

On the other side, Leon led the recruits of the scout camp, riding horses that were hybrids of Warcraft, and traveled almost a hundred miles in one day. At this rate, it will only take about ten days to reach the front line.

When they camped at night, they were not as particular as Creek and others. Everyone who could be selected as a scout was a master of wilderness survival. There was no need for them to have things like tents, so they just found an open place. , cleaned the ground, lit a bonfire, ate some hot food, took out blankets to wrap their bodies, and fell asleep one after another.

According to the rules of the army, the general does not need to keep vigil. But since Leon knew that someone was coming to cause trouble for him, how could he sleep peacefully? As a strong man at the peak of the legend, he would have no problem even if he didn't sleep for a month or two. In this case, of course he wouldn't sleep.

In order to respect the rules of the army, he did not insist on attending the vigil. However, although he was wrapped in a blanket and lying next to the bonfire, he did not fall asleep at all. On the contrary, he was ready to fight at any time.

As the night progressed, the soldiers on guard changed into different groups - according to tradition, the vigil was divided into two groups in summer and three groups in winter, but the enemy never came.

According to the speed of the opponent's movement that he sensed at the beginning, Leon was sure that the opponent should have arrived near Eagle Wing City, but he just didn't know when the opponent was going to take action.

Orcs tend to have more advantages at night, so the possibility of attacking at night is greatest. However, a group of thieves or rangers on our side are also good at night fighting, so... maybe the opponent will do the opposite and come during the day?

He secretly thought about it, but from the outside he looked like he was asleep, and even his breathing was like that of an ordinary sleeping master, smooth and long.

Shortly after the soldiers on guard were transferred to the last shift, Leon, who was "sleeping", suddenly felt something in his heart and felt a vague aura.

The breath approached slowly from the trees in the distance. It was very fast, but extremely subtle. It didn't make even a single sound, whether it was the sound of running wind, the sound of grass blades breaking under the feet on the ground, or the sound of clothes rubbing against each other. None.

Even the sound of heartbeat and breathing could not be heard at all.

If Leon wasn't strong enough, he might have lost his life before he felt anything.

The owner of that breath obviously knew the situation of this scout team. Without any hesitation, he rushed straight to Leon. Before he arrived, Leon felt the sharp murderous intent, like a needle.

If he was really asleep, he would probably be awakened by the murderous intent, but at the same time he must have been stabbed.

However, not only was he not asleep, but he was also prepared.

With a flash of sword light, Leon leaped up, swung his sword to knock away a poisonous needle, and his figure whizzed out like an arrow from a string, rushing towards an empty space that seemed to have nothing at first glance.

"Orc Assassin, take my sword!"

The update repeated the problem more than once, how did this damn program do it!