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"Are you still pretending not to hear?"

The Destroyer remained unresponsive, as if it were really a dead thing.

Zhang Ming shook his head helplessly.

The old adage is true, you can never wake a person who is pretending to be asleep.Since the old man in Xiangong still doesn't want to wake up, Zhang Ming can only solve the problem in his own way.

Zhang Ming stared at Saul flying around in the distance.

The task seems complicated, but in fact there are two most critical points: winning and letting Sol win the game.

win, that is a must;

As for the second point...

Zhang Ming stood up and stretched his hands in front of his chest.

"Isn't it just hype?"

He patted his chest, Pinru's clothes, under the guidance of will, automatically changed shape.

The everyday casual clothes turned into a gleaming silver armor with a long black cloak behind it.

"First of all, it is 998's top-level big sword package."

A golden light that is more dazzling than the Eternal Spear appeared. If the golden light of the Eternal Spear is a restrained and low-key luxury, then the golden light of the great sword is Chi Guoguo's show off of wealth.

A giant three-meter-long lightsaber appeared in Zhang Ming's hand, and matched with his armor, it looked very good.

"The next step is to use love to generate electricity at full power. When Lao Wang is away, you can use the clips as you like."

Unlike Sol, a more agile and jumping current appeared on Zhang Ming.

Pushing his feet hard, Zhang Ming soared into the air, and the dazzling lightsaber immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Zhang Ming took out a skill card from the bottom of the box. Under the effect of this skill card, his voice instantly spread throughout the battlefield.

"I am the most powerful warrior in Midgard, Zhang Ming!"

On the battlefield, everyone's actions paused for a moment, and they looked at the dazzling man in the sky.

"I follow Overlord Sol."

Zhang Ming, who was in the air, held up the big golden sword.

"Warriors of the Kingdom of God, raise your weapons, let us protect Asgard together, don't be afraid, the best way to eliminate fear is to face fear..."

The third form of the Great Sword Art: Happiness Papa Papa, activate!

With the sound of rolling thunder, the lightsaber slashed down at high speed——

"Come on! Ollie!"

The golden lightsaber landed on the most densely populated position of the frost giants, and countless afterimages severely damaged all enemies within the range. With just one breath, nearly a hundred frost giants fell to the ground.

This record lifted the spirits of Asgard warriors, and following the mysterious "Ollie" battle cry of the strongest warrior in Midgard, their tired bodies suddenly burst into strength. Fear and hesitation are swept away, and what remains is the desire to kill the enemy!

"It's Saul's friend!"

"A friend of Overlord Sol!"

Why Overlord?

The Asgard warriors didn't know either, anyway, if someone called out, they followed suit.

In the course of the war, there are not so many reasons, as long as they can boost morale and attack the enemy, they will do so.

Zhang Ming nodded in satisfaction.

This is called hype.

This is called professionalism.

Chapter 110 Laughing and Crying

It's really not Zhang Ming's bragging to say that he is professional.

Back then, he really asked insiders about the topic of "hype".

It was a winter thing.

Zhang Ming had an old senior whom he knew. After graduating from his senior year, he went to the Imperial Capital and joined a nationally ranked Internet company as a new media operator.

Of course, this is the official name, and in layman's terms, it is the leader of the cyber trolls.

The old senior worked for a year. He was half bald because of staying up all year round. He returned to his alma mater with vicissitudes and calmness, reminiscing about the past youthful years.

That year, Zhang Ming, a sophomore in college, had just bought a new computer and decided to become a UP master on Biz.com.

After returning to school, the old senior invited Zhang Ming to eat hot pot. At the dinner table, Zhang Ming asked him how to become popular and become a big Internet celebrity.

The old senior raised his wine glass, his eyes blurred.

He told Zhang Ming that if you want to praise someone, there are established routines. In the past six months, they have already promoted more than a dozen Internet celebrities, and each moonlight turnover is worth several million.

"Do you want to be popular?" The old senior smiled, his thinning hair drifted slowly with the heat from the hot pot, like seaweed swaying on the bottom of the sea.

"I call you hype."