Foundation: Recruiting Anime Characters, Containing Supreme

For him, this kind of thing is definitely quite rare.

He had already prepared for the possibility of containment failure.

The worst that could happen is resurrection.

Reselect a group of field agents.

Now it seems.

There is no need for that.

"Follow the follow-up instructions given by that guy."

"The Hanged King's internment this time is already inevitable, but this is hardly a good sign."

Lu Mo narrowed his eyes.

He originally just wanted to repair his own timeline as quickly as possible, and then act according to the Seven Treasures of the Void Emperor.

Slowly focus on subsequent recruitment and accommodation.

Now it seems.

It's time to recruit some stronger guys.

Considering the accidents that may happen along the way, this is the best way.

on the screen.

The agents stood out among the mob.

Saitama touched his smooth head and looked around at this time, his face full of confusion.

"Is this the Hanged King's palace?"

"It seems that he is similar to an ordinary person in ancient times, and has no level of supreme divinity at all."

There was doubt in Saitama's eyes.

Son Gohan looked around in silence, quickly deciding to see what the mob was doing.

He saw the palace jester's head pressed against the ornate palace wall.

The mask shattered to the ground.

His blood quickly stained the royal carpet red, while flames silently devoured the palace.

However, the cheers in the city did not stop.

Everyone celebrated their victory.

They hurled filth at the king and broke his fragile bones again with stones.

Even the youngest children.

He also came up and kicked the old man, causing him to fall and crawl in the mud.

The children found it difficult to understand the full meaning of these actions, but this did not prevent them from joining the crowd in mocking the king.

Crows gathered on the branches nearby.

Make a sharp and piercing cry.

As if laughing at everyone.

"Hey, hey, are you going too far?"

Saitama frowned.

He walked forward and tried to stop those people.

Even though this old king might be the future Hanged King, he should never be humiliated like this.

"You'd better not do that."

“This is a gap in time.”

Wandsman Manas suddenly said.

"Take action here and you won't be able to reverse the situation. Instead, you might end up ruining your chances."

"Let's see what happens next."

Saitama said.

Son Gohan nodded hesitantly.

"Our containment work is to uncover secrets, not to contain the Hanged King."

"At least we can't do it alone."

Son Gohan knew it very well.

The gap in strength between himself and the supreme divinity.

He unleashed his full true strength, but in front of the supreme divinity.

Still looks vulnerable.

Saitama sighed helplessly upon hearing this and could only look at the scene in front of him.

Those who had been tortured had their revenge.

They were joined by those who had been partisans of the king.

A criminal responsible for dozens of lives stood beside someone who once dared not to slander the imperial court.

Everyone was cheering.

The thieves stalked around in broad daylight.

Because on this day.

Only the king was the only thief, stealing the entire kingdom from his subjects.

compare to.

All other behaviors.

It can all be seen as upholding justice.

Innocent people died, people with blood on their hands were hailed as heroes, and the masses didn't care.

They were on the giant's body.

A vulture feasting.

The giants were weak and sinful when they were alive, and after death they became the nests of those who were even more filthy.

As the king walked through the long street.

The feast reached its climax when they were taken to a hill with old trees.

They had intended to hang him, but some said the king did not deserve a formal execution.

But should be like the unknown.

Die and be forgotten.

People brought him here, a desolate place with a tree big enough to hang him.

The king, covered in rags and mud, looked less like royalty now.

More like a beggar.

But even as they spat and cursed at him, no one dared to look him in the eyes.

Even with a shattered jaw.

He was still muttering blasphemies.

No one wants to hear that, so people shout as loud as they can.

Trying to hide the uneasiness in my heart.

In fact, the execution process was simple and quick.

This was done by simply passing a long rope around the king's neck and tying it to a thick branch.

"..."

The king was still hung in heavy chains, as people felt it was safer that way.

He struggled like all the other hanged men, but the words that fell from his lips were such as no one had ever spoken before.

He did not ask for forgiveness.

He did not curse his rebellious subordinates, for he knew they were already cursed.

He spoke an inhuman language from a dark place.

Then continue laughing until your last breath.

Then, as his arms and legs finally stopped struggling, everything fell silent.

Saitama watched the scene silently.

Do not know why.

Some words seemed to ring in his ears.

[The crow's cry fades, and the black star shines brightly]

[The so-called Hanged King, sad and miserable]

[Gold and jade scattered, royal corpses lying around]

[The mask is tarnished, the royal power collapses]

[The seat is covered with thorns, and the crown is like a chain]

[The White Walkers are all around us]

this time.

The Wandsman Manas came to the abandoned library and browsed through the books at an astonishing speed.

It didn't take long to discover something was wrong.

He returned to Son Gohan and the others and whispered with a serious expression.

"The scholars of the city."

“Didn’t join in this crazy celebration.”

“Unlike the ignorant masses.”

"They knew well the significance of what happened in the king's dungeons."

"There's something much darker involved than just corruption and unbridled pleasure."

"Those whispers and prayers to something that shouldn't be remembered."

Son Gohan looked curious when he heard this.

At this time, I couldn't help but speak.

"In the beginning, we heard King Aga calling upon the three Yamas."

"In order to pray for immortality, he made a bet with the Three Yamas, but ultimately failed."

"In order to achieve immortality, disasters are brought upon the people time and time again."

Honestly.

If we extrapolate from those words.

The Three Yamas are the real driving forces behind the scenes.

Mention this matter.

Wandsman Manus nodded in agreement.

"The scrolls and symbols have reminded them too much of the ancient gods in the abyss. The dark red liquid in the silver cup is so similar to blood."

“It’s disturbing.”

"They knew that the soldiers' defeat before the angry crowd was not due to weak weapons or shoddy armor."