Binding to the nation's destiny: Start by choosing the underworld, where a hundred ghosts parad

Obama said excitedly.

"So, the US isn't at fault, my lord."

"The Great Xia is a sleeping dragon, but now their savior Li Mo has awakened it. Today I saw that terrifying man."

"He can communicate with the Great Xia, but because I am not a citizen of the Great Xia, I cannot hear his voice."

But I can say for sure that because of his existence, Great Xia will become invincible!

"He is Huo Qubing, he is Bai Qi, he is the kind of person whose very existence can arouse the indignation of the whole country."

“My lord, you are right, America is not wrong, but we do not want to provoke Great Xia now.”

"In the future, we will avenge you!"

Charles suddenly gave Obama a knightly salute.

Obama frowned slightly as he looked at Charles, or rather, at the conglomerate behind Charles.

That is the true center of power in the United States.

"Is this their idea?" Obama sat weakly in his chair.

"No, this is what the United States means!"

"The United States does not need a war to prove its status; what it needs is a continuous stream of money and technology."

Charles's words were like a sharp sword piercing Obama's heart.

If the United States cannot make a mistake, then there can only be one person who makes one.

That's him, Obama, the US's top leader.

In the United States, the chivalric salute, besides conveying respect, also has another meaning: a farewell gesture.

Seeing the dejected Obama, Charles breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.

Obama is a smart man; having said all that, he believed the other person would know what to do.

"That should prevent a war with that terrifying country," Charles thought to himself.

However, not long after he left.

Obama suddenly stood up from his chair.

"I was wrong?? I was wrong!!! Hahaha!! I sacrificed so much for America, and in the end, I was nothing more than a dog of the tycoons!!"

"But do you know that even a dog will bite when cornered?!" Obama grinned maliciously.

His mouth was full of silver teeth, gleaming with a cold light like the sharp teeth of a wild beast.

He pulled out his private phone, which had never been discovered before, from his pocket.

The call was made.

"Hi!"

"Koizumi, execute the plan!!"

"Yes!!!"

Koizumi on the other end of the phone seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

He answered eagerly.

"Great Xia!!!! Let it all be buried with me!!!" Obama roared like a madman.

"The boss really has a keen eye!!"

"Yes! I never imagined that a united front of fifty nations could be defeated by the savior of Great Xia all by one person!!"

"As expected, compared to the United States, the British Empire is the country with the best chance of dominating Blue Water Planet in the future!!"

In the chat room.

The alliance, led by the British Empire, is having an exciting discussion.

When the British Empire initially withdrew from the mission to attack Great Xia.

Many of his smaller allied nations were starting to have doubts.

Such a good opportunity, yet they didn't step forward to get a share of the pie; this is clearly not the style of the British Empire.

If America were an eagle, it would be constantly searching for prey in the sky.

Then the British Empire was a powerful, cunning, and hungry wolf.

Only when they smell the enemy's blood will they strike again and kill their prey.

Compared to the fierce eagle, the lurking wolf is far more terrifying.

Looking at the chat room, one could see the endless stream of praise from the self-proclaimed savior of the nation.

Caesar's face showed obvious smugness.

"That's right, Richard is an absolutely stupid guy. There's no way out for him!"

"The future world will all submit to the feet of my British Empire!!"

"As long as we follow in my footsteps, we will become the masters of the new world!!"

Caesar's words immediately drew another round of applause.

He closed the chat page with a slight smile on his lips.

Looking at the endless black mist surrounding the camp, a golden light flashed in his eyes.

"You will become the masters of the new world, and I will become the master of the new world."

"Gods!!!" Caesar's voice was so low that the viewers in the live stream couldn't hear what he was saying.

And in Caesar's mind, an old voice slowly resounded.

"My child, you will certainly become a god, but first, you must learn to be patient!!"

"The Nether Dragon that dwells in the East will cast a shadow over the entire world. Even you must lie low until you have fully grown wings."

The voice was ancient and mysterious; no one but Caesar had ever heard it.

Caesar silently responded to that voice in his heart.

How much longer do I need to endure this?

"Li Mo's strength is constantly improving; even the Fifty Nations Alliance cannot stand in his way. Are you sure I can surpass him in the future?"

"Believe me, my child, he has attracted the attention of the devil, and this area is ruled by the devil."

"If nothing unexpected happens, he will receive the highest rating in all three rounds. In the next round of attacks, he will face an unimaginably terrifying opponent!!"

The voice spoke with certainty, as if it had glimpsed some kind of history.

"What kind of terrifying being is it?!" Caesar hurriedly asked.

"Demon King!!! A demon king from the Seven Hells. He only has this one chance. He will definitely make a move, otherwise, if that guy successfully passes the fourth round of trials..."

"Even hell cannot guarantee that it can eliminate him in the future!!"

Upon hearing this, Caesar couldn't help but gasp.

Demon King!! A demon king from hell!!!

Although he had never witnessed the Demon King's power firsthand.

But the monsters surrounding his camp.

It's terrifying just from being tainted with a little demon blood.

Just how powerful is a genuine demon king?

Caesar couldn't even imagine it.

"The next attack will be terrifying, won't it!" Caesar was no ordinary person but a member of the royal family of the British Empire.

Although the voice just now didn't mention anything about the difficulty of the fourth round of trials, excluding Li Mo.

But based on his assessment that Li Mo was about to be attacked, he could determine that it was the fourth round of attacks.

It will be several times greater than the third round of attacks.

Sure enough, the voice fell silent.

After a long while, the voice slowly spoke.

"Yes! I can't reveal everything about the next round of attacks, but I can tell you."

"In the next round, the dangers of this world will be fully revealed to you, children. Strive to survive."

"Let me tell you something important: among countless countries, only one savior will ultimately survive."

"In the name of the King of the Dead, the God of War, the God of Power, the God of Magic, the King of Gods, I bless you!"

After uttering this long string of words, the voice slowly fell into a deep sleep.

However, a faint flash of lightning did appear on Caesar's body as a result of his blessing.

Where the lightning flickered, the space trembled slightly.

Feeling that immense power, Caesar closed his eyes in rapture.

The reason we have this power is entirely due to the failure of that third round of attacks.

During the third round of attacks, his heavily armored knight was infected by the zombie werewolf.

Caesar, who had been pursued and was in a panic, ran into the black fog.

They were pursued by heavy cavalry and ended up in a canyon.

He found a tattered gray cloak.

It was the being residing within this cloak that foretold the failure of any nation that attacked Li Mo.

And the voice promised him that if he could collect all the cloak fragments, he would gain access to a powerful faction.

The Norse pantheon!!!

Memories of Asgard (Fragments)

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