Who are you calling a stable boy?!

At first glance, it looked as if an invisible and intangible transparent person was wearing the mask and standing in front of Zheng Jing.

"Wait! Sun Wukong's chosen one!"

Just as Zheng Jing was about to casually smash the mask, a slightly anxious voice came from inside the mask.

Zheng Jing paused, looked at the mask, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "What did you call me?"

“Sun Wukong’s chosen one, ah... I haven’t seen him for many years, I never thought I would see him again under these circumstances.”

Seeing Zheng Jing stop, the slight anxiety in his voice vanished instantly, replaced by the authority and composure of a superior.

"No need to be surprised or nervous, Chosen One. I know that you, like your god, always like to walk in the mortal world in different guises. But how effective can such disguise be in front of a living god?"

"Oh?"

Zheng Jing hoisted the stick onto his shoulder, his golden eyes fixed on the mask—or rather, on the mastermind behind it, who was speaking to him through the mask from another material plane.

Living God.

Human and God.

— Razmir.

"You know my Great Sage Grandpa?"

"Hehe, although there aren't many followers of Sun Wukong in the Inner Sea, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven's fame has long been spread by many warriors from Tianxia and Tianzhou. My priests are also widely distributed throughout the world. Besides... I do have some connection with Sun Wukong."

"Oh?"

Zheng Jing raised his voice several octaves: "You have connections with my Great Sage Grandpa?"

“That’s right, that’s why I’ve tolerated your actions time and time again. If you hadn’t gone too far this time, I wouldn’t have shown up in person.”

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jing smiled and tilted his head.

"Oh dear, what are you planning to do to me?"

"Although you have destroyed my property and hindered my career many times, I will forgive and forget about it, considering my friendship with Sun Wukong, as long as you do not interfere in this war again."

At this point, Razmir's voice rose a little, as if he were not speaking to Zheng Jing alone, but preaching to tens of thousands of believers: "Of course, if you are willing to lend me a hand, defeat the hypocritical Aomede and Desna, and smash the incurable old order with me, I will reward you handsomely after it is done."

"This is a promise from a living god to you."

Zheng Jing's smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression, as if he were carefully considering Razmir's proposal.

"Pfft, hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha! Hahahahahaha!!"

Unable to hold back any longer, Zheng Jing clutched his stomach and burst into thunderous laughter, which seemed to shake the entire battlefield and the surrounding sky.

"Hey, hey! Whew! I say, Spicy Noodles, you're such a rascal, do you really think there's some kind of god of clowns in this world?"

He suddenly pointed the stick in his hand at the mask.

"Otherwise, how did it become your turn to sit there, you clown? Hmm?"

"you--"

"Hey! You really think I, Old Zheng, am easy to fool? You think you have a connection with my Great Sage Grandpa? You? Bah!! Don't tell me you were beaten so badly back then that you can call it a life-or-death friendship?"

Zheng Jing grinned, his eyes wide: "Let me tell you, I'm determined to take down this bunch of demons and monsters from the True God Army!"

"Not to mention them, even you, a shameless scoundrel, I, Old Zheng, will beat you up too!"

"An old scoundrel like you who only dares to wag his tongue, I'll beat you until your face is covered in bruises, then you won't know why flowers are so red!"

"Hey!"

At this point in the insults, Zheng Jingchao raised his stick and struck the masked man.

Razmir clearly wanted to say something more, but Zheng Jing's stick was so fast that it didn't give Razmir a chance to speak at all. In just one strike, the light on the mask dimmed, and it shattered into dust. The dust was then swept away by the gale of the stick.

With a quick scan to make sure nothing was missed, Zheng Jing then descended from the clouds and headed towards the survey team members on the ground.

"Boss!"

Before it even landed, Bubble shouted, "Boss, you...you're God's Chosen?! Was that really Razmir just now?"

When Zheng Jing curses, he never holds back, so his outburst at Razmir from the cloud was clearly heard by Bubble and the others below.

That's what he said.

Zheng Jing shrugged: "Compared to that, how are you guys? Are you all doing alright?"

"I'm fine, meow. The other team members only have minor injuries. It's just that Yale got hit by [annihilation]! But he's strong enough, meow. With Grandpa Lula and Claire there, he'll be healed in two hours at most, meow."

At this point, Bubble, whose emotions were always quick to change, hesitated for a moment before asking, "Boss, the one you just killed, was it the one who infiltrated during the member selection process...?"

"Yes, it's him, the undead mage mentioned in the mission. You could just consider him a lich."

"As expected, it's related to the True God Army, meow!"

Bubble hugged the kitten with both paws, a thoughtful look appearing on its face: "What do we do next, boss? According to the intelligence, besides that lich, there should be powerful insect demons and succubi lurking in this area, meow. Shall we continue searching, meow?"

"No."

Zheng Jing shook his head.

"Pack your things and head back to the fortress."

"us?"

Bubble looked at Zheng Jing in confusion: "What do you mean? Boss, aren't you coming back with us, meow?"

“I, Lao Zheng, still have some things to take care of. I won’t be there when we return, so the team will be in your command.”

Zheng Jing reached out and rubbed the cat's head.

"As for the battle report, just tell the truth, say whatever comes to mind! If YO asks you a question you can't answer, let him ask me directly. If he can't wait for me to get back, he can ask me on the panel. He asked me for a friend slot before."

-

"Well......"

The awakening of undead creatures is quite different from the awakening of the living.

That sudden clarity can easily leave even the wise immortals feeling bewildered.

"Lord Momogha!"

"Oh, oh, Albedo?"

Looking at Albedo, who was rushing to him with tears streaming down her face, and then at the guardians surrounding her, Momoga finally realized what was happening.

He had been resurrected on the throne.

Chapter 312: This is Zheng Jing (applause)

Momoga had many considerations in mind when she made the decision to have Zheng Jing kill her.

First, there's the testing.

Momoga suspected that the special state affecting his body, which could be imprisoned at any time, could be eliminated by resurrection.

In YGGDRASIL, normally, even if a level 100 player like him is resurrected with high-level magic, he will still lose a certain amount of experience points.

However, as a PVP enthusiast, he always wore a legendary ring that could greatly reduce the cost of resurrection.

Although it can only be used once a month, it ensures that he is resurrected in perfect, peak condition.

This is also the source of Momoga's confidence in letting Zheng Jing kill him this time.

Unfortunately, after being resurrected, he did not feel any significant changes in himself.

The same applies to checking the status bar.

When Wan had previously restrained his body, he was still conscious and independent. At that time, he checked his status bar but found nothing unusual.

To use a metaphor, it's like suddenly losing connection with your game character.

Therefore, it seems unlikely that trying to verify the truth or falsehood of Wan's statements about Razmir through this method will work...

Fortunately, this was only one of his objectives.

Momoga's second goal was to put on a show of suffering for Wan—or rather, for Razmir behind Wan.

He wasn't sure if Razmir could monitor his every move through Wan, as rumored, but Momoga dared not be careless towards this mysterious and unpredictable living god.

He knew that by forcing Wan Yi to confront Zheng Jing directly, he had most likely already revealed his true intentions.

But he still believed that this "superficial effort" was necessary.

Because, according to his observation, Wan's style of doing things was such that he paid great attention to appearances.

If Wan's way of doing things stems from his faith in the living god Razmir, then Momoga knows that he must put on a show to buy enough time.

This is the practical experience he accumulated after being a corporate slave for so many years.

Moreover, this self-inflicted suffering might actually draw Razmir's attention more to Zheng Jing.

This is a good thing for him and for the Great Tomb.

His final goal was to determine how the resurrection mechanism would work on him and how different it would be from what he experienced in YGGDRASIL.

In conclusion, the results are not significantly different.

His resurrection point is still located between the thrones of the Great Tomb.

In theory, if not interfered with by external factors, he would be on this jade throne every time he revived.

Besides these three goals, Momoga also had an unexpected gain.

"...Is it open yet?"

Recalling his confrontation with Zheng Jing, he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Momoga's original idea was just to put on a show.

But after hearing his suggestion, Zheng Jing chuckled and picked up the stick.

"What are you acting for? It's not like you can actually beat me, Old Zheng."

—Leaving behind this statement, Zheng Jing challenged him to unleash all his abilities and engage in a real battle.

Momoga thought to himself that this was indeed an opportunity.

On the one hand, a full-scale battle without too many worries can help him gather more intelligence on Zheng Jing's combat strength, in case of unforeseen circumstances.

On the other hand, what acting skills can be more realistic than making a fake act look real?

Therefore, in the battle between him and Zheng Jing in the "Map of Mountains and Rivers" (山河社稷图), he was serious!

—Then he was subjected to a severe bout of intense stimulation.

What does it mean to shatter a tenth-tier magical meteorite with a single blow?

What does "natural defense against direct hits from super-level magic" mean?

This is Zheng Jing.

The health bar is so long you can't see the end.

A warrior whose armor and magic resistance are stacked to an unknown level.

It has immune control, can be visible or hidden, and can also teleport.

It comes with built-in control skills, has no cooldown time, and its mana bar is so long you can't see the end of it.

When the whole body bursts with golden light, even all attributes will be greatly increased.

And then there's real damage that can penetrate all his protective magic!

The stick in his hand...

Aaaaaah!!

Momoga considers himself to have seen countless monsters in YGGDRASIL, and has also fought against many high-spending, hardcore players in PVP.

—But Momoga couldn’t even come up with many opponents like that, the kind that made his scalp tingle and his hands and feet tremble just by thinking about them!

To be honest, if he had to think of a way to defeat Zheng Jing right now, Momoga could only think of his special skill, "Death is the end of everything."

This special skill enhances death magic, strengthening its original instant-death effect while also breaking through the opponent's instant-death resistance.

If the enhanced magic hits successfully, the only countermeasure the enemy can usually take is to rely on items with resurrection effects or to have a passive skill that allows them to revive.

Although it was supposed to be a real battle, the ultimate goal was to put on a show for Razmir. In addition, with the intention of concealing his true strength, Momoga did not reveal his trump card, "Death is the end of everything," in this battle.