Huh? Are they all real?.

Based on this, he has been carefully preserving the strength of the allied forces.

The Queen did give him an unexpected response, but as long as he returned successfully, it would be fine.

The flaws the empress revealed to lure them into a trap would become a fatal oversight—he still had hundreds of thousands of troops right at the gates of the capital.

Even though he had hidden Iron Fist Haro, he didn't think he could conquer the capital and kill the Empress with it.

But now, as long as the Supreme One is willing to show mercy, even if He has not yet truly regained His authority.

That's not something the Empress could handle.

At the same time, they will become the first followers of a god.

This is the highest honor and endless benefits.

He tilted his head and smiled:

"Don't you still understand who you're actually working with?"

"That's true, they both really wanted this opportunity, but in the end I was just a little bit better!"

The old prime minister smiled respectfully:

“I am but a lowly mortal. I have no need to fathom the supreme being. I only need to know that if I offer my loyalty, you will grant me mercy!”

He smiled with satisfaction:

"You remind me of my former pope. He was much like you, but unfortunately, he died."

The old minister simply lowered his head in response, which prompted Him to ask curiously:

"You can't possibly not know what I mean."

“I only know that I am not a devout believer and am not qualified to serve God.”

“I’m growing to like you more and more. Hassank Iman, right? I’ll remember that name.”

Chapter 79 It's always been you! ?

"It is my honor, Your Majesty."

"Therefore, could you please go to the Allied Forces camp immediately to take charge of the overall situation?"

"Aren't you going?"

The old prime minister said in a panic:

"No mortal can surpass you."

He said with a playful yet serious tone:

"But I'm only Sequence 3 right now, and at most Sequence 2 in a little while. It seems like I'm about the same as the trump card you've hidden, right? You expect me to step on your heads for that?"

The old prime minister had gone from kneeling on one knee to prostrating himself on the ground:

"The Supreme One who has returned, regardless of His present state, is forever God!"

"I like your humility and accommodating nature. If that guy could be like you, well, it seems like the result would still be the same."

The life of the jester, and indeed his family, was born for this day.

In this respect, regardless of his character, the outcome was already predetermined.

But he actually thought he could turn the tables, what a joke.

The harder he tries, the more he completes his life as the Joker.

"Fine, give me the box. I should reward your efforts with kindness and kindness."

The subordinate carrying the box was about to present it to the emperor.

But at that moment, a shot rang out.

To everyone's surprise, the box was sent flying by the powerful force.

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

In that instant, everyone was trying to find the source of the gunshot.

But where did the gunshot come from?

The accompanying perfumer immediately sprayed his secret fragrance in an attempt to find the enemy's trail.

Nobody here?!

It's in a much farther place!

But the rest of his companions shook their heads solemnly.

They didn't find it at all.

They were the old prime minister's guards; although none of them were demigods, they were all elites handpicked by Hassank.

This is enough to keep him safe and sound in most extreme situations.

But what happened today was truly beyond their comprehension.

The gunshot was very close; based on experience, it must have been fired from about ten meters away, but the perfumer didn't notice it.

And the distant area they had been paying attention to showed no unusual signs from the very beginning.

Then a bomb suddenly appeared in mid-air.

"It's the dwarves' hellfire!"

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

The other party clearly timed it perfectly.

Normally, a single dwarven-made hellfire bomb like this would have been enough to kill everyone here.

Despite the suddenness of the situation, only a handful of them were injured.

Look at the cloaks on their backs.

Moen rubbed his eyes and said:

"I don't know if it's an elf cloak or a fire-resistant cloak; there are no markings."

But it doesn't matter, Moen took quite a few things from the armory in Anlas City.

"The other party is invisible!"

"Shadow Assassin, watch out for the shadows!"

A bright ball of light was thrown out instantly, and everyone's shadows vanished in an instant.

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

The demigods exceeded their limits.

We must get the only high-order sequence up as soon as possible.

But Moen's bomb came even faster.

"here we go again!"

After a violent explosion.

They finally suffered losses; three of the twelve men were no longer visible as corpses.

However, the others were unharmed and used methods such as barriers and runes to protect the two important figures.

However, the box containing the potion was indeed blown to the other side by Moen.

The three people who just died did so because they were trying to protect the potion.

Watching the number of gold coins skyrocket.

Moen hurriedly threw out as much explosive as he could from his backpack.

Under Moen's relentless bombardment.

Even Hassank could no longer maintain his initial composure.

This must be the Shadow Assassin, a demigod.

The question is, what kind of playing style is this?

Why can't a demigod just barge out and steal the potion? What's the point of hiding in the shadows and throwing bombs?

"No, he's not a demigod. He must have used a sealing artifact, and it's nearby. Bomb it! Use whatever you can to blast it back!"

Soon, some of the remaining guards also realized something was wrong.

This is not the work of the Shadow Assassin.

There must be someone hiding with a special sealed artifact, shooting at us from the shadows!

They did react, but to little effect, as they were simply attacking haphazardly in all directions.

Moen can still hide and bomb them as long as he pays a little attention to his positioning.

This is how the Lord of the Rings should be used!

As for close-quarters assassination, the energy consumption is too high, and the Ring only grants invisibility, not immunity to damage.

Getting too close makes it too easy to crash.

It's better now; we can just stay far away and throw bombs.

It requires no technical skill, but it's very easy to use.

The back-and-forth attack lasted for about five minutes before it ended.

The box was handed to Hassank.

His twelve guards were all wiped out.

Moen had to admit that he couldn't possibly beat any of them in a one-on-one fight right now.

However, in the extraordinary world, equal combat is rare.

The various weapons that Moen brought with him were also completely exhausted.

Moen searched around and found that all he had left was the revolver he had taken from Mr. Potter.

But that was enough; Hassank was almost killed by the bombing.

Watching as my own grass was reduced to nothing in just a few minutes.

Hassank was utterly astonished.

How can this be?

They had already welcomed back the gods, and if they just followed the established procedures, the country would be theirs.

But what's going on now?

How could we lose everything in just a few minutes?!

No, not yet, I'm still here!

Hassank shifted his blown-off right leg and gritted his teeth as he crawled forward.

"Your Majesty, I'm coming right away! I'll bring you the potion right away!"

We absolutely cannot lose! We absolutely cannot lose!

Twenty years ago, he lost everything in this country, and now that Trajan is dead, he cannot accept losing again!

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

Opposite Hassank, the returned Supreme Being maintained the same initial playful and scrutinizing attitude.

Even the devout followers who welcomed him back were just a group of mortals.

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

They were getting closer, very close, but the other party still hadn't appeared.

The counterattack we just fought must have worked.

I'll succeed soon!

Hassank, clutching the box and lying on the ground, revealed a triumphant smile.