Super God: If I punch you, you will die

"Annie, I'm here to negotiate with you. Your attitude isn't very good."

The imperial guards in the hall couldn't help but chuckle.

The former overlord of the northern barbarian lands has been utterly defeated by demons. Does this stray dog ​​still have the right to negotiate?

Perhaps he's lost his mind?

Saliyan wanted to draw his sword and duel with Ty Sneif, but Annie Eld stopped him with a raised hand, her gaze falling on the other two people who strolled into the hall.

His temperament was completely different from that of Ty Snef from the barbarian lands.

In that boy, Annie Cid saw a hidden domineering aura, neither humble nor arrogant in the face of her, the queen of the Holy Kingdom of Ailan.

Calm and elegant.

It is almost certain that Saliyan's arrogance stemmed from his new master.

That barking dog is really bullying people by taking advantage of its power.

but.

Annie Eld was quite interested in the boy.

“That’s my guest.”

She bypassed Ty Sneif and walked straight toward Lin Yan, her confident and powerful steps exuding a heroic air.

"Guests who have come from afar do not seem to be with Tai Sneif. May I ask where you come from? The Holy Ailan Empire welcomes you."

Annie Eld made a very insightful statement.

She suspected that these two were not simple people.

This question can reveal the identities and backgrounds of the two people, as well as their relationship with Ty Sneif, without being too presumptuous.

Every word spoken is frank and magnanimous.

This also demonstrates her attitude towards the barbarian lands of the north.

“Annie, watch your words. This is our tribe's Fire God. How can a god be treated as an equal by mortals like us? You mustn't be rude…”

Lin Yan raised his hand.

This stopped Ty Sniff's angry outburst.

A slight smile appeared in his deep eyes as he extended a hand in a gentlemanly manner. This was a courtesy only a gentleman understood.

Queen Annie Eld extended her hand.

Lin Yan gave that slender, jade-like finger a symbolic kiss, but did not touch it.

"Queen Annie Eld, please forgive my intrusion."

"I am Lin Yan."

Lin Yan gave a brief introduction.

He neither denied nor confirmed Ty Sneif's claim that he was the tribal god.

Ambiguous and unclear.

"Lin Yan...God? God of Fire?"

Annie Cid frowned slightly; she seemed to recall such a legend. Her beautiful eyes flickered, and a tale of ancient gods flashed into her mind.

"In ancient times, the four cardinal directions collapsed, the nine provinces were torn apart, the sky could not fully cover the land, and the earth could not fully support it. Fierce beasts devoured the common people, and birds of prey seized the old and weak. Then, the God of Fire created fire with his flames to save all living beings. The fierce beasts died, and the common people were saved..."

This passage describes a primitive era in which wild beasts roamed and humans suffered various disasters from nature.

And the god of fire gave people fire.

Thus, people used the power of fire to achieve a peaceful life and drive away birds of prey.

but.

Annie Cid's eyes narrowed slightly.

That is the legend of the supreme god of all Frieza, the Flame God.

How could the legendary Flame God appear so easily in the halls of the Holy Ailan Empire, and in human form at that?

"Foolish commoners, how dare you mock the Queen of my Ailan Empire! You deserve to die!"

First Knight Sarayan drew his sword, the sharp blade aimed at Lin Yan.

A murderous aura surged within them.

Annie Eld also knew about the ancient legends of Fraser, but she was more of a military strategist who believed in the power of weapons.

A powerful regime relies on strong horses and weapons.

And brave and skilled warriors.

Not myths or legends!

"Tsk."

Lin Yan let out a sound.

He took a step forward, and the tip of Sarayan's sword was already touching Lin Yan's neck; another half a step forward and it would pierce an artery.

Blood flowed in torrents.

Lin Yan glanced at him sideways.

His gaze was like a peerless sword drawn from its sheath, carrying a terrifying sharpness.

Sarayan froze, and his body staggered backward a few steps.

I almost fell.

When he came to his senses, he was covered in a cold sweat.

Sarayan was the first knight of the Holy Ailan Empire, a brave and skilled warrior who had never been defeated. This was his lifelong pride.

His voice was stubborn, yet trembled slightly.

"stop!"

"Sarajan!"

Annie Eld snapped at her.

Sarayan snapped out of his daze and looked at the Queen with some confusion. This was Her Highness Queen Annie Cid, who had led the warriors to found the Holy Empire of Alan. Why was she stopping him?

Little did he know that if it weren't for Annie Eld's intervention...

He, Sarayan, is probably already dead on the spot.

He died a violent death.

This foolish brute, in an attempt to demonstrate his bravery, actually took a few steps back before launching another attack, thrusting forward.

stab.

Annie Cid cursed inwardly.

A small cluster of flames ignited, spreading and instantly melting the flawlessly forged, sharp sword into a puddle of water.

Sarayan's screams echoed throughout the hall.

The imperial guards in the hall were all pale-faced; they even forgot to draw their swords.

A dead silence.

"Ah...ah..."

Sarayan, the most valiant knight, had once been wounded in the back by an enemy, leaving a deep scar. Yet he didn't even flinch, and at this moment, he couldn't care less about the honor of being the greatest knight in the world.

He screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

Annie Cid cursed inwardly, her pretty face subtly changing.

The ancient legend flashed through her mind again, filling her with longing.

"My esteemed guest, who has traveled from afar, has been rude to my knight. He has offended you and should be punished with the death penalty, but..."

"Your Majesty, this is not how you treat your guests."

Lin Yan said coldly.

He surveyed the entire hall with great interest.

Compared to the sacred temple of Keisha, this place is rather shabby. The spacious hall is almost devoid of any valuable decorations.

Even the throne was so simple.

It's not even in the same league as the Holy Keisha's Winged Throne.

Queen Annie Cid of the Holy Alan Empire was truly extraordinary; she was so humble for the sake of one of her subordinates.

Annie Eld curtsied.

Lin Yan was treated with the highest honors of the Holy Ailan Empire.

Such rituals are only performed when worshipping ancestors, and everyone present wore expressions of horror.

Who exactly is he?

Is it really a god?

The imperial guards swallowed hard, unable to move.

"Please forgive Annie Cid for her poor hospitality, esteemed guest."

"Actually, I'm not that difficult a person."

Lin Yan waved his hand.

He walked toward Annie Eld's throne, and Sarayan, still screaming in agony, was too distracted to stop him.

The other guards dared not do so either.

Angel Yan looked at Lin Yan with great interest.

He wondered what tricks he was up to.

“However, this time I almost lost my life under the sword of your First Knight. Hiss…” Lin Yan pretended to gasp.

"Terrible, terrifying."

"I was terrified."

He walked step by step toward Annie Cid, seemingly with a playful smile. But in reality, an invisible pressure was slowly spreading out.

The guards all felt an overwhelming sense of oppression wash over them instantly.

Wow!

They all collapsed, unable to withstand the strain.

The armor struck the ground with a sharp thud.

Annie Cid, the queen of this empire, who was always fearless, looked at Lin Yan with slightly furrowed brows, without making any move.

Reason told her.

Don't act rashly.

Lin Yan plopped down on Annie Cid's throne. "If you're truly sincere about apologizing, why don't you let me sit on this throne for a bit?"

0140 Divine Gift and Punishment! The Queen's Vow! [2/5 Please Subscribe]

Lin Yan casually plopped down on Annie Cid's throne and looked down at everyone.

Sarayan is already unconscious.

The other royal guards looked at Lin Yan like frightened birds. Lin Yan smiled slightly and said, "If you are sincere in apologizing, why don't you let me sit on this throne?"

"Tsk."

Lin Yan clicked his tongue.

A moment.

He observed Annie Eld's reaction; her icy queenly face remained as cold as ice.