"You believe this guy?"

High in the sky, in the floating clouds, the Hydra condensed by black fog formed into a huge snake formation.

Margaret III and Joe stood in a snake formation made of Hydra, chaos and evil laws filled the surroundings, turning into invisible barriers, isolating possible peeps from the outside world.

Margaret III was very straightforward and asked Joe about his opinion on the gatekeeper No. 7.

"This old guy... looks too ugly." Qiao rubbed his nose hard.

He frowned, pondered for a while, and shook his head: "But, it is undeniable that he is very powerful... and the solution he proposed is the only way we can do now."

Margaret III pursed her lips and said nothing.

In the floating clouds, a hail as big as a carriage quickly condensed, and then smashed down to the ground with the sound of breaking wind.

Below was the coalition defense line, dozens of soldiers from the Gallic Republic were panting and strengthening the cannon position of a field gun. Huge hail fell from the sky, and with a "boom", the 380-inch caliber mortar they were guarding was smashed to pieces.

The soldiers let out a desperate cry, and then with some kind of relief joy, they held the helmets on their heads with both hands, and beat the hail the size of eggs, and escaped into the nearest bunker as fast as possible.

The mortar they were responsible for was destroyed by natural disasters...

As artillery, their mission is completed!

"They have no morale anymore." Margaret III nodded slowly: "Apart from the Lucians, those guys, as long as they give them a bottle of bad wine, they can still rush up and cut down the abyss creatures with enthusiasm."

"Besides the Lucians, even our warriors, our proud nobles, they also..."

"Morannaary is passing, this is a very dangerous sign."

"So, Joe, whether this guy is saying true or false... Let's just think that they are the guardians of Medland, and they awaken from their long sleep, really to help us fight against natural disasters, against the gods returning, against this damn abyss!"

"Although, from the instinct of an emperor, I can sense that the words of the elder No. 7 are a bit untrue."

"But, this is the case, we can only believe him for the time being."

Margaret III patted Joe's chest hard, and his iron-gray eyes stared at Joe: "You can believe some of his words... but never trust him."

After a moment of silence, Margaret III said in a deep voice: "Especially, to your grandfather."

She curled her lips and said coldly: "A man who can abandon his wife and daughter for the so-called righteousness of restoring the country and never return. After many years, he smelled the smell of blood and rushed back to usurp interests... a scum-like man is not trustworthy!"

Joe blinked and looked straight at Margaret III: "You mean, His Highness Salian..."

Margaret III's face suddenly turned black.

She was silent for a while and said neatly: "Yes, Sally, and his damn father, my son Ferdinand... including Conrad and Ferrit, are all scum among men!"

With a smile, Margaret III bounced Joe's nose: "But, Joe, I know, you are a kind, upright, simple child... I believe you will not do harmful..."

Margaret III pointed below the soldiers who were struggling to strengthen their positions in a trenches full of silt and water: "Look at them, you won't do anything that harms these children, are you?"

Qiao clenched his right fist and gently knocked his heart.

"Then, go and set off!" Margaret III looked at the castle temporarily where Qiao Xuan and the janitor No. 7 and others lived in the distance: "The treasure of the Knights of the Suffering... I really didn't expect that they would put that kind of thing in that treasure."

"Is this old monster with four arms credible?"

"The Knights of Suffering are just an arm of the Al organization, an arm of their rescue of civilians in the Dark Ages?"

"When the senior members of the Al organization evacuated Medland, they left Medland's axis...the main control axis of the entire world in the treasure of the Knights of the Suffering Order?"

Margaret III murmured: "This is really incredible... Medland, what kind of existence does this world really exist? Medland's axis? The main control axis of the world? Oh, oh, hell... With that thing, you can deal with those gods? Ha!"

Margaret III shook her head gently: "Okay, okay... no matter what, let's go."

Thirty-six hours later, the base chariot turned into a stream of light, and was rapidly moving through the thick clouds.

Huge hail bombarded the shell of the base tank, making a dull loud noise.

The creations of ancient civilizations flashed with dazzling lightning, easily smashing all the hail to pieces.

In the base chariot, the janitor No. 7, Qiao Xuan, Qing Que, several old eunuchs, as well as Margaret III, Mata XIII, Ferdinand, Metiga, and more than a dozen men in black holding snakehead scepters were present.

Since Margaret III and under, a group of people from the Derren Empire have emitted rich soul fluctuations.

It must be admitted that the eleventh-level soul potion provided by Qiao Xuan is indeed a good thing.

Mata XIII and Ferdinand, who are also at the peak of the demigod, and Metiga, who have been trapped at this level for hundreds of years, as well as more than a dozen senior Hydra Secret Guards from the Deron Empire royal family, all passed this potion and successfully broke through the bottleneck.

They broke through and entered the realm of divine spirit in a perfect way.

More than a dozen god-level existences!

One year ago, this power was enough to conquer the entire Medland.

But now...

Joe stood beside the huge transparent porthole, overlooking the land beneath the scourge.

Heavy rain and hail mixed together, whipping the earth wildly.

Every hundreds of miles, a huge ball of fire flashed on the ground, which was a sudden appearance and then erupted.

Cities, villages, towns, all broken by natural disasters.

Looking down from a high altitude, you can only see the messy ruins.

The earth became gray and there was no grass growing. All birds and beasts, all birds and beasts, were almost completely dead.

Only some snakes and insects with extremely tenacious vitality are still struggling to survive in the wilderness.

The gatekeeper No. 7 walked silently to Qiao. He also looked down at the earth and said leisurely: "Look at this tragic scene. Compared with the once red flowers and green grass, does it have a huge impact?"

"The meaning of Al's existence is to protect this world."

"For this supreme goal, we... do whatever we can."
Chapter completed!