I opened an adventurer's guild in another world.

Anno has already witnessed Macaros's [Totem] talent.

With just one legion and the blessing of Macaros' totem, it's almost equivalent to having a low-quality version of the Summoning Legion.

The reason why the Divine Blood Empire prepared a 10,000-strong sixth-tier totem army for Macaros was because they couldn't muster a legion of high-level experts.

But Anno has things that the Blood Empire doesn't!

Summon the Legion, the Shadow Legion, a total of four thousand.

There will be more in the future!

If Macaros's [Totem] can be fully applied to these two legions, Anno's strength will increase dramatically once again!

Furthermore, the Summoner Spells also include the [Rage] skill, which can temporarily increase the strength of summoned creatures.

[Rage] has only reached level 7, but it cannot be used during [Fusion] – Fusion summons in a state of super-critical limit will likely self-destruct if they use [Rage].

Most importantly, Anno now has a hobby of collecting [Guardians].

Just like Trollope's "compassion," he always provides help to Anno at crucial moments.

"Was all of this planned?"

Macaros was silent for a moment before asking a question that even Anno found somewhat surprising.

However, Anno quickly realized what was happening.

Seeing Macaros's bitter and resentful expression, Anno's lips curled slightly behind his mask, and he asked in a teasing tone, "What do you think?"

"How did you do that?"

Macaros was already convinced that he and the Holy War Army of the Blood Empire had been betrayed.

Looking back now, there were many doubts about the war from the very beginning.

Why did Anno dare to stand alone in front of 200,000 people?

If Macaros were Anno, even with so many summons, he would still have to think twice.

After all, without clear intelligence, if there are a large number of ninth-tier beings among the enemy's 200,000 people, or even a peak ninth-tier being, seventh- or eighth-tier summons simply cannot withstand them.

It is highly likely that a peak ninth-tier expert will break through the encirclement of summoned creatures and kill Anno, who is hiding in the back.

However, if Anno already knew the strength of the Holy War Army, knew which experts were there, and what their abilities were, then Anno would naturally be confident in standing in front of the 200,000-strong army—in fact, Anno simply had the Hunter of Gods backing him up.

Do you know what the sacred object is?

Instead of answering Macaros's question, Anno asked a question.

"Pandora?"

Macaros shook his head and said, "I don't know!"

"If you don't even know what you're fighting for, what's so surprising about being betrayed?"

Anno shrugged at Macaros.

The latter's face darkened even more.

Because he suddenly realized that what Anno said made a lot of sense.

He didn't want to participate in this interdimensional war in the first place.

Ever since he learned from an ancient book in his family that there were such people as Protectors in this world, and that he himself was a Protector, Macaros became very low-key.

Although as his strength increases, some things will eventually have to be revealed, he still tries to hide his talent as much as possible.

"Could it be the Demon King's army?"

The only thing Macaros could think of was that the Demon King's army had exposed their intelligence to Anno.

After all, besides them, the only ones who know that Anno has Pandora for the time being are the Demon King's army.

Within the Demon King's army, there are several god-level powerhouses.

It's possible that these god-level powerhouses were behind it all.

Although the gods did not directly participate in the battle, it was quite easy for them to do some dirty work in secret.

"Have you made up your mind?"

Anno checked the time and found that two minutes had passed, so he asked again.

Macaros suddenly raised his head, planted the totem pole in his hand into the hard ground, and roared at Anno, "You underestimate me! How could I, a ninth-rank cultivator, possibly submit to an eighth-rank cultivator!"

Boom!

As Macaros was speaking, a powerful suction force suddenly appeared on the totem pole, frantically drawing the surrounding magic into the pole.

Anno discovered that Macaros's life and magic were rapidly recovering.

In just over ten seconds, it recovered to 80%!

"You're too arrogant!"

Once fully recovered, Macaros picked up the Purple Flame Totem Pole and said to Anno opposite him, "Watching me recover was your biggest mistake!"

"Oh, really?"

Anno shook his head, his magical aura suddenly receding, only to erupt again in the next instant.

"Am I not also waiting for the final kick?"

Anno produced the corpse of a member of the Mountain God Clan in his hand, then asked Macaros in a low voice, "Do you know what a ninth-tier summoner means?"

Macaros, who was preparing to attack, caught his breath.

"Magic fluctuations...it's broken through to...the ninth rank! Could it be...Morton...?"

outside world!

Blood was flowing from Morton's mouth as he knelt before Warrengall, his head bowed.

A piece of his right cheek was torn off, exposing his back teeth and eyeball.

His left forearm was gone, and several weapons were stuck in his chest.

scoff!

Liz stepped forward, flicked her long whip, wrapped it around the neck of the dying Morton, and pulled hard.

A head filled with regret flew into the air!