Huh? Are they all real?...

But then, a figure suddenly appeared, blocking out the sunlight.

The sound of the magazine turning followed.

He looked up and the face he had seen once before on the airship reappeared before his eyes.

It's him?

No, that's not right. I've seen this scene before.

Hassank's memory went back to more than twenty years ago, and he remembered that it was also on this grassland.

The man who killed their Crown Prince of the Leuman Empire also stood there under the blazing sun, his face obscured.

Memories seem to overlap in a blur.

Looking at the person in front of him, Hassank suddenly realized and said:

"It's always been you!?"

Chapter 80 The Supreme Being and the Supreme Being

After a brief silence, Moen nodded and said:

“Long time no see, Hassank. And yes, it is indeed me, Trajan Westeros.”

Upon hearing the other party acknowledge his identity, Hassank nodded and closed his eyes in relief.

"Then the loss was not unjust."

boom.

The Type 36 revolver, as the standard weapon of the Empire, efficiently and reliably killed the Empire's enemies.

Mr. Potter probably never imagined that the sidearm he was given would kill such a heavyweight.

I looked around at the devastation.

Moen crouched down and took the exquisite box from Hassank's arms.

"Trajan, you are Trajan? How interesting! Trajan, who died twenty years ago, not only inexplicably gained a daughter, but he himself is also alive and kicking here."

"Once again, it dealt a heavy blow to the Empire's enemies."

His playful voice reappeared behind Moen.

"Let me guess, is the young empress actually your puppet? No, no, no, you don't need to do this."

"Given your circumstances back then, you could have slept directly in the Queen's bedroom without any problem. This country was already yours at that time."

"So what should it be? Hmm, ah, you're a member of the Royalist party?!"

After considering this possibility, He smiled in surprise.

He smiled very happily.

"Hahaha, very good, very good, my God, the usurper Duke of Westeros is actually a genuine royalist?"

"What are you thinking? You are the uncrowned king of this country, why are you bowing and scraping to a vase?"

"Her body? No, there's no need. You can just take her by force. You don't mean you want her heart too, do you?"

"Oh, please, please, don't tell me that the uncrowned ruler of an empire is a fool who is blinded by women."

Behind Moen, He was laughing so hard that tears were almost streaming down his face.

"They are your followers after all, and it's quite possible that you wouldn't have come back even without them."

"Shouldn't we just ignore their deaths?"

He said strangely:

Why should I care about a group of ordinary people?

“But you are different. You are so talented and funny that I will allow you to kneel before me. I can give you mercy, forgiveness, and even a reward, because I haven’t laughed like this in a long time.”

Moen didn't answer, he just opened the box.

It was empty inside.

'It really is empty.'

"You don't seem surprised?"

"I knew it long ago, you're not the kind of person who would hand over the crucial parts to someone else."

"You've always trusted only yourself."

He shook his head listlessly, casually dusted off his sleeves, and stood up.

The so-called curse, the deep wound that pierced his heart, ended long before the jester actually suffered all of this.

At this moment, the world became quiet.

He is only Sequence Two, but He is indeed the returned Supreme One.

No noise is permitted before the throne.

"You've made me unhappy. I was actually expecting an even more surprised and desperate look from you."

“But that makes sense, otherwise you wouldn’t be Trajan Westeros.”

After tidying up my clothes a little,

He said disappointedly:

"All that rambling was just to get you here so you could enjoy the wonderful drama of you painstakingly killing them only to find out you'd already lost."

As for Moen, he had only just arrived when he noticed the unexpected incident from afar.

Then, on a whim, he devised a little play for His amusement.

As for the old prime minister's request, life is not important.

It doesn't matter at all; that's how ordinary people use it.

"Everything was fine. I bought you enough time, and you successfully killed them, even though it was completely unskilled."

"But how could you have guessed that?"

He said to Moen with pride and displeasure:

"Kneel down and beg for my forgiveness, or I will spare your life, but I will remove your eyes. Because they have already seen what I want you to see."

Moen threw away the empty box and said:

"Do you know why I killed them even though I knew the box was empty?"

He became curious again.

"Because you want to try?"

"If I wanted to give it a try, why didn't I call upon the Anras garrison and the demigod who brought you back?"

"That's easy, because you don't know where they'll appear. No, that's not right. You shouldn't have been able to find this place in the first place."

He stroked his chin and asked:

How did you find them?

Moen did not answer His question; Moen simply walked outside.

Just as when we came, we avoided their corpses as much as possible.

"Let's find another place."

"Okay, you've piqued my curiosity, so I grant permission."

After the man and the god finally arrived at a new place.

Moen then said:

"I just want them to think that their deaths were worthwhile."

He waved his hand with amusement and said:

"What hypocrisy! You clearly killed them, but you did it in such a dishonorable way."

“This is war, and we are enemies. I have no way to confront them head-on, so I can only use all the methods I can think of.”

Moen shook his head and said:

"Hassank Iman, a guy who would sell his own citizens into slavery without batting an eye, frankly, I would describe him as a complete scumbag."

"So why do you still do these stupid things?"

To His question, Moen replied earnestly:

"Because that's my evaluation of him personally. If it's about his identity, I admit he's excellent because he's always been doing what he's supposed to do."

"To do everything in my power for the Leuman Empire and to fight for everything for the Northern Alliance."

“As an opponent, I would definitely kill him, but I also hope that at least they will feel that their death was worthwhile.”

"Instead of becoming a plaything of the gods and dying meaninglessly."

He also waved his hand seriously and said:

"No, no, no, it's not worthless. Since I promised them, I will indeed help you deal with your lover, or rather, your lover?"

Regarding His remarks, Moen stated frankly:

"You will indeed go, and you will indeed kill the Queen, but you will also kill Iron Fist Haro, and kill everyone who knows the truth."

"Then you will leave quietly with their extraordinary abilities, and you will not care what happens to these two forces in the end."

The playfulness on His face vanished completely, and for the first time, He looked directly at the mortal before Him.

"who are you?"

Moen removed the Ring and asked in return:

"Who do you think I am?"

Chapter 81 Do Gods Feel Fear?

The world, which had been quiet once before, fell silent again at this moment.

The difference is that previously, all things in the world showed respect for the return of a supreme being.

This time, however, it all stemmed from His murderous intent and rage.

After a brief silence, a deafening roar and a scream that almost drowned out everything else appeared together.

"Sauron!"

"Sauron!!!"

The murderous intent that had been suppressed for tens of thousands of years finally erupted.

He never expected that his mortal enemy would appear in this place.

Still in this way!

How are you still alive?!

Few people can see what's happening inside anymore.

Because all of this was covered by a huge cloud of smoke.

Along with this came continuous roaring sounds and bursts of red light that appeared and disappeared amidst the smoke and dust.

This doesn't seem like a prophet's battle.

Prophets have always been elegant and secretive in resolving, driving, and accomplishing everything.

But now, faced with immense rage, He couldn't even control Himself.

It was just that it went mad, unleashing its power and divinity in a completely chaotic manner.

The surrounding grasslands were also greatly affected.

They wither and flourish without any connection to each other.

The seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter passed by almost in the blink of an eye, and continued to spread further and further.