The four old men looked at each other and looked at the Lord of Storms.
The Lord of Storms was chewing on a fruit when he saw the four old men looking at him. He immediately said, âDonât look at me. I donât know what that kid is doing.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
A moment later, the Lord of Storms seemed to remember something. He smiled and said, âBut I can tell you that I believe this kid is right.â
Mike and the Lord of Storms looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
Seeing this, the four old men no longer hesitated. Guardian stood up and said to Mike, âSince they all believe in you so much, then I have nothing else to say. Remember, no matter what, you must protect this High-level area. Donât let it fall into the hands of the Spiderweb.â
Mike nodded and said, âOf course.â
Soon, under Mikeâs urging, the Gnome Dwarves, the Dragon Castle, and the Dark Church, the three major forces, millions of people, began to retreat westward. Such a big movement naturally could not be hidden from the major forces of Central Plains City. For a time. the people were anxious, and the city began to fall into chaos again.
Such a big movement naturally caught the Rulerâs attention. The Ruler looked at the intelligence report in his hand and frowned. âWhere is Mikeâs team now?â
The captain of the guards said, âTheir team swaggered through the city. They were in a mess along the way. Even the common people know their whereabouts. They have already traveled more than 200 miles.â
The Ruler wanted to laugh, but he quickly suppressed the smile on his face and said to the captain of the guards, âLet him go. I want to see if Central Plains City will still be the same after he leaves.â
Mike and Little Jerry sat side by side in the carriage. Little Jerry asked, âHave you thought about the problem after the war?â
Mike knew what Little Jerry was talking about. He nodded, sighed, and said, âHow could I not think about this? Iâve thought of many possibilities, but I suddenly realized that this war will last for many years. It seems to be too early to think about this now.â
Little Jerry said, âIâve already started trying to push nails into the imperial palace. Donât worry, Iâve done it discreetly enough.â
Mike looked around and said to Little Jerry, âItâs best to be careful.â
Little Jerry nodded.
Mike recalled the Rulerâs terrifying strength that was as unshakable as a mountain. He said to Little Jerry, âHow many light and dark treasures are there in the group? Give them all to me.â
Little Jerry guessed Mikeâs intentions. He said to Mike, âIâve prepared them for you early. Donât worry. Itâs enough for you to force Eveâs power to become a demigod in a short period of time.â
Mike smiled. âYouâre really thoughtful.â
Little Jerry smiled. âThereâs nothing we can do. Weâre born to do this.â
A demigod, as the name implied, was the creature closest to a god. Mike had already protected others three times. He understood the conditions required to break through to the divine-tier. He was prepared to wait until the Black Dragonâs strength had stabilized, then, he would let Eva break through to the divine-tier. By then, just his hands alone would have four divine-tier battle powers. He could barely be considered to be able to fight against the leader.
Mike thought about the leaderâs terrifying divine power, and he still felt that this was not too safe. He lowered his spiritual power into his sea of consciousness and looked at Mantou.
âIâve signed a contract with you for so long, but I donât know what you need to increase your strength.â
Mantou sighed and asked, âThen why are you thinking about it now? Is it because youâve met a powerful opponent?â
A trace of awkwardness flashed across Mikeâs face. He said to Mantou, âYes, but this matter seems to be related to you. Think about it. I have formed a summoning contract with you. If I die, you will definitely not feel good,
right?â
Mike looked at Mantou, sighed, and continued, âIf thatâs how you think, then I think we need to communicate properly. First, you didnât tell me what you needed. Second, I didnât ask. Itâs my fault.â
Mantou was about to scold Mike when he saw Mike take a big turn. He felt a little embarrassed.
Mike frowned. He looked at Mantou and asked, âIf you donât scold me, can you tell me what you need now?â
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Mantou thought for a moment and said to Mike, âItâs actually very simple. I extract power from the undead at every moment. Donât worry. The undead essence is still in their bodies. What I take and what you need are not the same things.â
Mike nodded and said, âI understand. When youâre about to break through, let me know.â
Mantou nodded and said, âDonât worry. I wonât be polite with you.â
Mike looked at Mantou and put his spiritual power back into the real world.
Little Jerry asked, âWhat were you thinking about just now?â
Mike said, âA lot. For example, how to increase my strength.â Little Jerry looked at Mike, and his expression suddenly became serious. He asked, âIf you were to face the Ruler now, how much chance do you have of winning?â
Mike said, â50-50, or even lower. Thereâs no choice. After all, heâs a super powerhouse who has operated the Otherworld for hundreds of years.â
Little Jerry heard this, nodded, and said, âI
got it.â
Mike looked at Little Jerry and said to him seriously, âDonât do anything stupid. Donât think that they canât see through it.â
Little Jerry looked at Mike and smiled. âDonât worry. Iâm afraid of dying.â
Mike nodded and talked about other things with little Jerry.
âWe donât have time to find the spy. Thereâs a shelter in the west, right? When the war starts, let the families enter the shelter first. Remember, those who guard the shelter should try to choose those who are kind. Although such people are almost extinct, youâd better look for them carefully.â
Little Jerry smiled bitterly. He muttered, âYou know that such people are extinct. Where else do you want me to find them?â
Soon, the people from the three major forces gathered together and headed west.
Three days laterâ¦
The Dark Magiâs divine power was unstoppable. They took down all the provinces and counties along the way, and countless refugees came to Central Plains City. This undoubtedly added a great fire to the public opinion of Central Plains City.
The Ruler looked at the long list of battle reports and asked, âWhy are they all our losses? Didnât the enemy lose anything?â
The intelligence chief said, âThe enemy has sent out the undead for these few battles. Compared to them, it seems that only we are constantly losingâ¦â
The Ruler frowned. He snorted coldly and threw the battle report on the table. âGet Mike here for me!â