Huh? Are they all real?

"My pleasure, Your Majesty."

"So, can you please go to the coalition camp immediately to take charge of the situation?"

"Not you?"

The old prime minister said in panic:

"No mortal can surpass you."

He said playfully and seriously:

"But I am only Sequence 3 now, and I will be Sequence 2 at most in a while. It seems that it is similar to the trump card you have hidden, right? You want me to step on your head?"

The old prime minister has gone from kneeling on one knee to crawling on the ground:

"No matter what the returning Supreme is like now, He will always be a god!"

"I like your humility and compliance. If that guy can be the same as you, ah, it seems that the result will still be the same."

The jester's life and even his family were born for today.

At this point, no matter what he is like, the result is doomed.

But he really thought he could turn the tables, which is a joke.

The harder he works, the more he makes his life as a clown.

"Forget it, give me the box. I should also return your efforts with kindness and reward."

The subordinate holding the box was about to present the box.

But at this time, a gunshot was fired.

To everyone's surprise, the box was blown away by the powerful thrust.

Although it did not fall into His hands, it was immediately caught by someone.

At this moment, everyone was trying to find the source of the gunshot.

But where did the gunshot sound?

The accompanying perfumer immediately sprinkled his secret incense to try to find the enemy's trace.

No one? !

It was farther away!

But the rest of the companions shook their heads solemnly.

They didn't find it at all.

They were the guards of the old prime minister. Although there were no demigods, they were all elites carefully selected by Hassank.

Enough to keep him safe in most extreme situations.

But what happened today really exceeded their cognition.

The gunshot just now was very close. According to experience, it should have been fired at a distance of ten meters, but the perfumer did not find it.

And the distance they had been paying attention to had nothing unusual from the beginning.

Then a bomb suddenly appeared in the air.

"It's the Dwarf's Hellfire!"

They saw what it was, but it was too late. The bomb exploded the moment it appeared.

The other party was obviously on time.

Under normal circumstances, such a Dwarf-made Hellfire bomb should have killed all the people here.

But in such a sudden situation, only a few of them were injured.

Looking at the cloaks on their backs.

Morn rubbed his eyes and said:

"I don't know if it's an elf cloak or a fire-resistant cloak, there is no mark."

But it doesn't matter, Morn took out a lot of things from the arsenal of Anras City.

"The other party is invisible!"

"Shadow Assassin, be careful of the shadow!"

A bright ball of light was thrown out instantly, and everyone's shadow disappeared instantly.

The person who just caught the box also tried to take this opportunity to hand over the potion.

The demigod exceeded their response limit.

The only high sequence must be stood up quickly.

But Morn's bomb came faster.

"Here it comes again!"

After a violent explosion.

They finally suffered damage, and three of the twelve people were already dead.

But the rest of the people were safe and sound, and they used methods such as barriers and runes to protect the two important people.

But the box containing the magic potion was indeed blown to the other side by Moon.

The three people who just died died because they wanted to protect the magic potion.

Looking at the crazy soaring number of gold coins.

Moen hurriedly threw out as many explosives as he had in his backpack.

Under Moon's crazy bombing.

Even Hasank couldn't keep his composure at the beginning.

This should be a shadow assassin, a demigod.

But the question is, what kind of fighting style is this?

Why doesn't a dignified demigod just come out and snatch the magic potion? What's the point of hiding in the dark and throwing bombs?

"No, he is not a demigod, he must have used a seal, and he is nearby, blow it up, blow it back with whatever you have!"

Soon, some of the remaining guards also reacted to something wrong.

This is not the operation of a shadow assassin.

There must be a guy holding a special seal and shooting from behind!

They did react, but it was ineffective because they were just attacking randomly.

As long as Moon pays a little attention to his position, he can still hide and blow them up.

This is how the magic ring should be used!

As for close-range assassination, the consumption is too high, and the magic ring is only invisible, not immune to damage.

It's too easy to flip over when close.

It's better now, just hide far away and throw bombs.

There is no technical content, but it is very useful.

The attack between the two sides lasted about five minutes and ended.

The box was handed over to Hassank.

And his twelve guards were wiped out.

Moon also had to admit that he couldn't win any of them in a head-on duel now.

But in the extraordinary world, equal battles rarely occur.

The various killing weapons that Moon brought with him were also used up.

Moon looked around and found that the only thing left on his body was the revolver he took from Mr. Potter.

But it was enough, Hassank was almost killed by the explosion.

Watching his own grassland being left in just a few minutes.

Hasank was extremely stunned.

How could this happen?

He had clearly welcomed back the gods, and as long as he followed the procedures, this country would be theirs.

But what was going on now?

It was only a few minutes, how could they lose everything again? !

No, not yet, I'm still here!

Hasank moved his right leg that was blown off, gritted his teeth and crawled forward.

"Your Majesty, I'll be there soon, I'll give you the potion soon!"

Absolutely cannot lose, absolutely cannot lose!

He lost everything in this country 20 years ago, and now Trajan is dead, he can't accept losing again!

"Please wait a moment! Your Majesty, I'll be there soon!"

Opposite Hasank, the returning Supreme kept the initial playfulness and scrutiny.

Even the devout followers who welcomed his return were just a group of mortals.

It is natural for mortals to offer their faith, life, and even soul to God.

Closer, very closer, but the opponent did not appear.

The counterattack just now must have worked.

I will succeed soon!

Hasank, who was lying on the ground with the box in his arms, showed the joy of victory.

But immediately, a figure suddenly appeared, blocking the sunlight.

There was also the sound of the magazine turning.

Looking up, the face I had seen once on the airship reappeared in front of me.

Is it him?

No, that's not right, I have seen this scene before.

Hasank's memory went back to more than 20 years ago, and he remembered that it was also on this grassland.

The man who killed the crown prince of their Loiman Empire also stood in the scorching sun, making it difficult to see his face.

The memories seemed to overlap in the blur.

Looking at the person in front of him, Hasank suddenly realized and said:

"It has always been you!?"