Reborn as Hokage, I am actually a god

Arriving at Jaina's palace, Daelin Proudmoore saw his daughter, whom he had not seen for a long time, standing in the hall with an uneasy look, and behind him stood several strange men dressed strangely.

Daelin Proudmoore ignored the group of strange men for the time being. When he saw them, Daelin Proudmoore's original hope disappeared.

"Jaina, why do you want to meet me at your residence?" Daelin Proudmoore looked serious. Although he loved his daughter very much, he had always played the role of a strict father, even if he was disappointed in his heart. He didn't have much desire to criticize his daughter, but he was used to being strict with his words.

"Father!" Jaina hesitated and looked at Daelin Proudmoore, who had a serious face. At this moment, she didn't know how to explain her decision to her father.

Just when the father and daughter were about to fall into silence, Warring States stood up. From the moment he came to this kingdom, Warring States felt that the girl in front of him might not have the same opinions as the ruler of this kingdom.

"You are the father of the little girl! We are non-staff personnel of the church, and we are here to help you resist the natural disaster of the undead."

As soon as Warring States finished speaking, Dailin Proudmoore frowned, "We did not ask for help from the heretics. Is this your choice, Jaina!" Dailin Proudmoore looked at Silence with an ugly expression. Silent Jaina.

"Father, is there any other way for the kingdom now?" Jaina confirmed her thoughts. Although she was also worried about the safety of the kingdom, she was more worried about the people of the kingdom. The tragic scenes that destroyed the city along the way made her I feel extremely uncomfortable. In a short period of time, only half of the territory of the originally peaceful country is left, and how many people are facing displacement.

"Hmph! Don't you know what those heretics are doing! Is family so unimportant in your eyes?" Daelin Proudmoore was so angry that his face turned red. He didn't understand that his daughter was How to think.

"Without the kingdom, what is the meaning of the existence of the family? My father also hopes that you can give the people of the kingdom a way to survive and give the family a new glory. That is, in this natural disaster of the undead, you can do the same as our ancestors. , and live with the people who follow him.”

"Just a few of them!" Dailin Proudmoore looked at his daughter's determined look and pointed at the Warring States group. His heart was slightly relaxed, but without an army, how could he resist the endless natural disasters of the undead.

"Father, wait and see, my daughter is no longer a child who doesn't understand anything!" At this moment, Jaina's eyes were extremely serious. He had seen the power of the Holy Temple with his own eyes. It was impossible for the Holy Temple to rule several worlds. Not even a small kingdom natural disaster can be solved.

"Hmph! The future of this kingdom belongs to you! Since it is your decision, then let me see what you have to rely on, Jaina!" After saying that, Daelin Proudmoore waved his sleeves and walked out of the house. He still relented, but he couldn't hold it back when he saw the serious and stubborn look in his daughter's eyes. Anyway, he was still alive. Even if he failed in the end, he could still protect his daughter.

Seeing her father turning around, Gianna, who was originally uneasy, suddenly smiled. Her father did not stop her, so she acquiesced.

Looking at the Sengoku group, Jaina's eyes flashed with an extremely hot fire, "Guys, I'll bother you next, we will go to the Kingdom's front line."

"Don't worry! Little girl, no matter how many skeletons come, I will help you beat them all." Garp clenched his fists with a passionate look on his face. He saw the deep fatherly love between the two fathers and daughters. The iron fist he loved was already hungry and thirsty.

After leaving Jaina's residence, Daelin Proudmoore returned to his palace. He didn't wait long before he heard his men coming to report.

"General, Princess Gianna and the others are setting off!"

"Let's go to the front line!" At this time, Daelin Proudmoore had already put on his armor. After all, he still couldn't worry about Jaina. He wanted to go to the front line to watch with his own eyes.

Stormsong Valley, once a peaceful and agricultural place, is now unrecognizable. Looking around, countless undead are filling every corner. They are walking staggeringly and making creepy whimpering sounds.

The golden rice fields of the past no longer exist, replaced by a barren plain. The rice that was supposed to grow vigorously had already turned into nothing under the ruthless trampling of the dense undead army. The fields are filled with the smell of death and decay, which seems to tell the story of the suffering that this land has suffered.

In the nearby mountain villages, residents had already fled, leaving only empty houses and abandoned farm tools. The once bustling village became dead and lifeless.

The soldiers of the kingdom who retreated here set up simple defense lines in a hurry. They clenched their weapons and stood ready, determination revealed in their eyes. However, facing the tide of undead, they seemed so small and fragile, like hard stones blocking the torrent, which could be swallowed up at any time.

"For the kingdom! Kill! Kill these hateful undead!"

"Kill! Kill!"

"Raise your shield! Block their impact!"

The commander's voice was heartbreaking and resounded throughout the battlefield, but he still could not withstand the fierce impact of the undead.

The large shield soldiers in the front row quickly opened a gap under the attack of the huge undead.

"Don't retreat, keep your formation, and let the other shield soldiers support me."

"Ah! Keenan, I am your comrade!" The dead soldier stood up slowly in the fearful eyes of his comrades. At this moment, his eyes were glowing with green fire, and he slashed to the side with the big sword in his hand. Comrades who are still resisting. "

"Damn it! Why, we have to encounter these monsters, who will save my kingdom." Just when the soldier closed his eyes in despair.

The sword that was slashing at him was suddenly caught by a big hand wrapped in black. "Oh! It's such a tragic battlefield! These monsters are really terrifying." A frivolous voice sounded in the soldier's ears.

The soldier slowly opened his eyes and saw a man wearing a white trench coat, looking at his resurrected comrade carefully with a mean look on his face.

"You...you are!" Just when he was confused, he saw the man crushing the big sword, sweeping his leg in front, and a powerful wind blade with a sharp arc, instantly He cleared the undead army in front of him.

The heads of countless undead flew into the air, and their bodies fell to the ground like scattered skeletons.

This shocking scene left the soldier stunned for a long time, but with a roar, something even more shocking happened.

"Meteor volcano!" With a roar, a man wearing a snow-white trench coat descended into the world like a god of war. He looked down with a determined expression, waving his arms, and continuously released countless huge fists burning with lava.

These fists cut through the sky like meteors, trailing long tail flames, and densely bombarded those ferocious undead monsters. Each fist contains endless power, as if it can penetrate the world.

In an instant, the entire battlefield was enveloped in brilliant flames and billowing smoke. The flames and lava intertwined to form a spectacular lava liquid, destroying the undead monsters one after another. The scorching temperature caused the air to become distorted, and waves of heat rushed towards the face, mixed with a strong smell of burning and decay.

Under this terrifying attack, the originally numerous and arrogant undead creatures suffered heavy losses in an instant. After being hit by the hot lava, their bodies melted quickly and turned into piles of dark charcoal scattered on the ground. The entire battlefield fell into a dead silence, with only the remaining flames still burning, telling the story of the thrilling battle just now.

The weapons that the soldiers were holding tightly were unconsciously relaxed at this moment. Even though there were still undead gathering in the distance, everyone's eyes were attracted to the figure in white in the sky, and countless swallowing sounds were heard.