The wizard starts by trimming the donkey's hooves

Chapter 368: He can be killed by a pile of
But Queen Fengpeng's sharp, almost glowing eyes, after thinking for a moment, shook her head and said:

"Great Goddess of the Underworld, although according to the ancient covenant, I cannot refuse your request, but there is also an agreement between me and the Dragun Empire, so I cannot personally help you deal with this human."

"So, I am unworthy of receiving the crystallization of your divine power."

Although Queen Fengpeng is powerful and a peak epic warrior, her strength is not the key to the Dragun Empire, which has more than ten-digit dragon knights.

The key is its speed.

Queen Fengpeng is nicknamed 'Lightning Walker' and her speed is unparalleled.

The name of 'Lightning Walker' Trist is well-known among all the epic-level strongmen, which is why the Fengpeng clan can build their nest in the Beverly Pass area.

The Empire was no pushover, and only after several unsuccessful encirclement and suppression efforts did it reach an agreement with Queen Feng Peng.

"Trist, this crystal of divine power is a gift from me. You can send your men to deal with this human. I hope you won't be perfunctory with me." Hela, the goddess of the underworld, looked deeply at the Queen of Fengpeng and said.

"By the way, this human can transform into a dragon man and is good at close combat."

As soon as she finished speaking, the black-robed girl transformed by Hela suddenly turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared in front of Queen Fengpeng.

"Good at close combat? This is exactly what my tribe is good at dealing with." Queen Trist of the Wind Peng said to herself as she picked up the crystal of divine power floating in the air.

She finally understood why Hela, the goddess of the underworld, came to her.

But there is still a question: what did the human boy named Ryan do that made a god so concerned about him?
After thinking for a while, Trist shook her head, unable to figure it out for a moment.

She just said, "Send Merrick over here!"

"As you command, Your Majesty the Queen!"
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at the same time.

In Marne City, inside the Snyder family mansion.

After some greetings, Luther arranged a more private small meeting room for everyone.

"Admiral Howie, Mr. Ryan, this room has been equipped with several protective magic arrays to prevent eavesdropping and spying. It can effectively block certain long-distance peeping."

Ryan nodded. He had heard of this kind of protective magic formation.

Of course, if you are facing the real body of a god or an extremely powerful incarnation, then these protective magic arrays are no different from thin paper, but if it is just a projection of a god or the arrival of a saint, then they will be very effective.

When everyone sat down, the two department heads, a man and a woman, behind Admiral Howie quickly took out their notebooks and pens and began to record very seriously.

Seeing Ryan's slightly surprised look, the capable woman smiled slightly and said:
"Lord Ryan, what you are talking about is too serious. According to the rules of the Sword Bearer, anything involving the gods must be reported to the Sword Bearer headquarters as soon as possible."

"I see." Ryan nodded with a look of realization on his face.

"Sir Ryan, in order to more accurately report the situation you encountered this time, please don't mind if Fiorando and Leyana's questions are offensive." Admiral Howie said with a smile.

"Of course not. I understand. It's all work." Ryan said with a smile.

Then, Ryan began to tell the story slowly, and everyone, including the title knight Luther, listened attentively.

After all, this is information about a true God who is reviving, and it cannot be overemphasized.

ten minutes later
The capable young woman named Leyana asked with a puzzled look on her face:

"Excuse me, Lord Ryan, you just said that you rejected the other party's recruitment and the other party was very angry. But as far as we know, even if it is just a projection of a true god, it is generally very intelligent."

"Generally speaking, it's hard to be angered by just a few words."

"So, how did you make the other person angry? Did you say something or do something?"

In response to Leyana's question, everyone on the side, including Admiral Howie, nodded slightly.

They were also quite confused about this.

After all, Hela, the goddess of the underworld, has been famous since ancient times.

Among the many gods recorded in the imperial classics, he is also ranked at the top. How could he be so easily emotionally unstable and thus affect the display of his strength?

This doesn't make sense.

"Uh" Ryan looked hesitant.

It's not that he didn't remember it, but thinking back now, what he said at that time seemed a bit... a bit arrogant.

At least, that's how it would appear to outsiders.

But after thinking about it, Ryan decided to tell the truth.

After all, it would be great if what he said could help the Empire discover a weakness in the god.

"Actually, I didn't say anything. The other party asked me to surrender or die, and I said I didn't want to choose either. Uh. I also said, 'You hit me so hard that it hurts, so I have to fight back!'"

"Then, the other party seemed very angry," Ryan shrugged and said.

"Huh?!" Everyone present was stunned.

Including Fiorando and Leyana, who were in charge of recording, they stopped writing, raised their heads, and looked at Ryan with wide eyes, dumbfounded expressions.

After a few seconds, Admiral Howie came to his senses the fastest and exclaimed loudly:

"Hahaha! Good!"

"Mr. Ryan is indeed worthy of being an Imperial Gold-level Swordsman!"

"Huh? Admiral Howie, you must be mistaken. I am a diamond-level sword holder. Only the headquarters can provide platinum-level sword holders." Now it was Ryan's turn to be confused.

"Haha, by the way, I almost forgot, Lord Ryan, you may not have received this news yet." Admiral Howie smiled and turned to signal the middle-aged man next to him.

"Lord Ryan, one of them is the official letter that the Munster branch just forwarded to us today, and the other is the attachment, which is the promotion order for you from the Sword Bearer Headquarters." The middle-aged man named Fionado respectfully took out two official letters from a briefcase beside him and handed them to Ryan.

Ryan raised his eyebrows, took it and started reading it.

First is the promotion letter: "I will report to work within one month of promotion."

The second is an official letter issued by Admiral Edward: "Return to Munster as soon as possible to prepare for work."

After quickly reading the two official letters, Ryan nodded.

Only then did he understand why both Admiral Howie and the two sword-wielding department heads were so respectful to him.

It turned out that his current organization had been assigned to the Imperial Sword Bearers Headquarters, and he was at the highest administrative level among all the Sword Bearers, the Platinum level.

No wonder!
"Are you going to the imperial capital?" "Indeed, I am going."

"The second level of my Iron Heart Advanced Meditation Method is still in the school." Ryan thought to himself.

Originally, he had planned to visit the imperial capital Tamriel in the near future, and now it seems like a perfect opportunity.

After reading the two official letters, Ryan continued to describe the situation of that battle.

A few minutes later, the capable young woman Leyana asked again:
"Lord Ryan, according to your description, the opponent's last attack used most of the projection's energy on the attack. Although it was powerful, it was obviously a bit reckless."

“It’s hard to imagine why that person would do that.”

"Did you say or do anything else?"

Because the other party's behavior was very inconsistent with the records in ancient books about Hela, the goddess of the underworld.

In the various stories about Hela recorded in ancient books, she appears to be relatively rational, arrogant, and wise.

But Ryan's description is completely inconsistent with this.

"This." Ryan was really embarrassed to speak this time.

Seeing Ryan's expression, everyone became even more curious.

Could it be that this Lord Ryan in front of him had done something unusual again?

"Well, Lord Ryan, if it involves your privacy and it is inconvenient to disclose, then there is no need to say it." Admiral Howie coughed and took the initiative to give way.

Although he was also quite curious, Ryan's current identity was an Imperial Platinum-level swordsman, and even as the head of a branch, he had to maintain due respect for him.

"Not really, it's just that what I said was a little arrogant. By the way, since you two are in charge of taking notes, please remember to note that what I said was meant to provoke the other party."

"Of course, Lord Ryan." Leyana and Fionado nodded in agreement.

"Well, the other party tried to recruit me again and asked me to surrender, but I said, 'Maybe, if you surrender to me, I will consider it!'"

When Ryan said the second half of the sentence, his face unconsciously turned slightly red.

He himself felt a little embarrassed to say it out loud.

But Ryan still underestimated the power of his words!
As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop!
This time, including the knowledgeable Admiral Howie, everyone looked at Ryan as if they saw cows flying in the sky, and they were simply dumbfounded.

And Luther was roaring in his heart: "Oh my god! Sir Ryan, you are too..."

Is this arrogance?
This is an incredible statement!
Luther searched for a long time in his mind, but couldn't find the right words to describe Ryan who said this.

"Well, remember to take note. I said that to irritate the other party." Ryan looked at the expressions of the crowd and realized how shocking his words were. He couldn't help but take the initiative to remind them.

"Oh, all right, Lord Ryan." The two people in charge of recording nodded repeatedly and began to write quickly in the notebook in a slightly flustered manner.

"Uh, Lord Ryan, one last question. What do you think of the overall strength of that person's projection?" Fionado asked the last question.

"It's hard to say. Judging from the upper limit of the energy that the opponent can control, it should not be epic. However, whether it is witchcraft or extraordinary combat skills, the opponent has exceeded the limit that a crystallized wizard or a titled knight can reach."

Ryan recalled the battle situation at that time and answered seriously.

"Excuse me, Lord Ryan, but how did you defeat your opponent?" Fionado asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Because although Ryan is strong, he is not an epic level strongman after all.

If the opponent is so strong as Ryan said, it means that except for the epic-level strongmen like the Guardian of the Empire, no one else can defeat the opponent, including Ryan.

"Maybe it's because of my special physique. I have thick skin and good physical strength, so the projection consumes too much energy." Ryan was slightly stunned and said.

This involved the system and adding points to restore physical strength, so Ryan could only briefly mention it.

"Well, I can prove this. Lord Ryan has a special physique, which was demonstrated in the battle with the Proto-Dragon Corasius." Luther on the side echoed.

"Then there's no problem. Thank you very much, Lord Ryan, for telling us the truth. We will report this situation immediately." Fionado bowed slightly and said.

"By the way, Lord Ryan, your badge and official letter." At this time, Luther thought of something, took out a transparent round badge and a letter from his arms and handed them to Ryan.

"The Ice Claw Bear Mercenaries are still in Marne City. Would you like to meet them?" Luther added.

"No, please tell Lord Luther and Fandral. I plan to return to Munster immediately." Ryan shook his head and said.

His emblem is still the diamond-level swordsman emblem. As for the platinum-level emblem, it can only be changed by going to the swordsman headquarters.

"Sir Ryan, are you planning to return to Munster Province immediately?" Upon hearing Ryan's plan, Admiral Howie and Luther looked at each other and immediately understood why Ryan did this.

"Okay, Lord Ryan, do you need anything else?" Admiral Howie asked.

"If there are any rare metals in the Marne branch, I plan to add some." Ryan thought for a moment and said.

"Of course, it's a piece of cake. Leyana, please record the things that Lord Ryan needs to exchange and help him process it quickly." Admiral Howie agreed immediately.

"Okay, my lord."

After one hour.

After replenishing nearly 100 kilograms of various rare metals, such as hardened adamantium and demonized thorium, Ryan almost replenished all the rare metals consumed in the previous battle, and even had a lot more than before.

It’s not that Ryan is greedy, but no matter the size of the weapons and armor when transforming into a dragon man, as well as the release of metal witchcraft, more metal reserves are needed.

Fortunately, the Bloodfeather Hippogryph is known for its amazing strength, and speed is not its strong point. It doesn't matter if it is a little slower, as long as it can fly.

After saying goodbye to Luther and others, Ryan and Anna rode on the hippogryph and flew towards the southern sky again.

In the sky over Beverly Pass.

Hundreds of Wind Pengs were circling, and a particularly huge Wind Peng with golden wings was located in the center of the group. It was the mutant Wind Peng leader Merrick, nicknamed "Heartbreaker".

Originally, after Merrick received the mission order from his queen, he planned to follow the guidance of the divine power crystal and actively search for the target person, Ryan.

But just as he was about to set off, Merrick was surprised to find that the other side was moving quickly towards Beverly Pass.

In other words, there is no need for it to take the initiative to attack, as the opponent is already on the way to falling into its trap.

However, Merrick would not take the task assigned by the Queen lightly, so he mobilized thousands of Fengpeng under his command.

No matter how strong the opponent is, as long as he is not an epic-level warrior, it has absolute confidence.

After all, thousands of tribesmen, each with a wind blade, could kill Ryan!
(End of this chapter)