These big shots are actually me - #134 - Chapter 134

Chun Tian Ping felt very happy after defeating Mo Zuo for the first time in secret knowledge.

But Mozo suddenly asked:

“You guys are not one of the participants, are you?”

The death of King Tiexin was very strange, and even Mo Zuo knew very little about it. But I didn’t expect that Chun Tianli seemed to be very familiar with this, but I didn’t know if someone had exchanged it for something, or if it was simply one of the participants.

“Don’t talk nonsense about this kind of thing. How can I, a Libra, kill the king?”

Chun Tian Ping immediately retorted, it was just true or false, and Mo Zuo couldn’t tell.

After a short period of thinking, Mozo gave up searching for the cause of King Iron Heart’s death. The Dwarf King had little to do with him. Although King Iron Heart’s sudden death affected him greatly, after all, they were strangers to each other, even strangers. Whether the death of the Iron Throne or the end of the Age of Gods because of the Iron Heart King made him even more troubled. He turned and said:

“Okay, so what do you think of the Saint’s information?”

“Saint? That saint? There are many saints in the world. If you are not a saint who is too involved, it will be difficult to get a good return even if you give your secret and tricky knowledge.”

Saint – a person who receives the favor of a god and carries out the will of the god. Because there have been many gods active throughout the ages, more saints have appeared because of them.

If he were not a saint who was too famous or too involved, even if he was very optimistic about Mo Zuo, it would be difficult for him to do good things for him.

“Saint John Connor.”

“That little man who receives the glory of our Lord but does not fight for Him?”

Pure White Ping’s voice became dangerous. But this has no effect. The original may have given it the strongest ability among many divine objects, but it is completely unable to apply it on its own.

It can only passively trade knowledge with others. And can’t do anything proactively. Even though it hates the traitors who killed its master.

Nor can it do anything to the great ones. Even it can only serve the other party according to their wishes.

A pure Libra ‘personality’ will be so fond of making money and inducement. I’m afraid it’s also related to that period of time.

However, Chun Tian Ping doesn’t dislike Saint John’s words too much. It just doesn’t like that John is obviously the original and last saint, but he doesn’t act to promote the original.

“If it’s this guy, I think it will be very valuable.”

Although he didn’t want to admit it, Jun Tianli had to say that John, as an impossible saint, was not only a high-ranking person, but also a very involved existence.

His information is indeed very valuable.

Seeing this, Mo Zuo also smiled and leaned forward and said:

“Saint John is not really a saint.”

Chun Tianping was stunned:

“what are you saying?”

Saints are not saints?

But, how is it possible? John Connor is the original saint recognized by almost everyone, and even Pure White Libra has always imagined that the return of the original saint is no longer a dream because of this.

But now you tell me that saints are not actually saints? Then, won’t our Lord’s return also be a bubble?

“People think that Saint John is the original dependent, but in fact he is not. Saint John just borrowed the original miracle.”

“How can this be?!”

Chun Tian Ping’s voice rose in pitch.

How could he show those miracles if he wasn’t the one chosen by Yuan personally? borrow? According to this theory, since the original one is gone, who can borrow it from him?

“People think that John is a dependent of the original. That’s because John continues to show miracles that once only belonged to the original. But in fact, the principle is very simple.”

“John holds part of the original holy bones. It is also why John was able to imprison that terrible witch.”

“It’s just that no one believed that many years after the Age of Gods ended, there were still holy remains left in the world, and they could even be used by others.”

“Actually…is that so…”

Chun Tianping’s voice became obviously lonely, and Mozo sighed helplessly in his heart. He had noticed a long time ago that Chun Tianping had been fantasizing about the original return because of Saint John.

But that was impossible, so Mo Zuo took the opportunity today to indirectly tell the other party the truth.

Breaking a fantasy is cruel, but indulging in it is even crueler.

“The original has indeed passed away long ago, but his glory and gifts will bless this world forever.”

Mozo could only comfort Chun Tianping as much as possible. After working together for so long, although everyone wanted to deceive each other, Mozo felt that they were still good partners.

Chun Tian Ping didn’t show any emotion, just said lightly:

“The deal is done, as you wish, as you imagined.”

“Partner, please be careful, the eyes that are watching the future are also watching you.”

After saying that, Chun Tian Ping didn’t say anything more and fell into silence. Mo Zuo breathed a huge sigh of relief.

There is nothing to say about the eyes that spy on the future. It will only be the prophets who are targeting him.

It really scared him to death. He thought he was discovered by the elves, but it turned out to be just prophets.

Fortunately, there is a pure white scale.

Otherwise, you will worry about it for days in vain.

Relieved, Mozo continued to lead the slave workers forward. Millions of slave workers also believed in him and followed closely.

Finally, after a journey that was not too long or too long.

Looking at the scene ahead, the millions of slave workers behind Mozo first looked happy, and then all shrank back in fear.

Only the figure at the front still stood unmoved.

Because it’s not far in front of the slave workers. There were countless golden demon dolls. Numerous demon dolls modeled after the Golden Army stood in front of the slave workers.

At a glance, there seemed to be more of them than slave workers. It is also undisputedly stronger.

There are even various elven airships in the sky not far behind the golems.

After seeing the arrival of the slave workers, countless golden golems burst out with green halos from the gaps in their armor. Without the extraordinary characteristics of the immortal dragon as a power source, they were given elven miracles by the elven craftsmen as a substitute.

Although even so, they can still only be regarded as poor imitations of the Golden Army, but the elves do not expect to use them as the Golden Army.

The huge one-handed sword blades of the golems stretched out from their arms amidst the sound of metal friction. They are watching the millions of ‘enemies’ in front of them in full array.

This made the slave workers lean back even more fearfully. They looked a little confused and panicked. Aren’t the elves here to save them?

On the elf airship behind, the three high elf lords also looked down in confusion.

Their original intention was to pursue the “Ode to Light”, but according to the intelligence, the “Ode to Light” that should have been lost in the human world long ago was actually sung by these human slaves?

The captain also walked quickly onto the deck and respectfully and elegantly asked the three high lords for their instructions.

“Elders, what should we do? Should we send someone down to interrogate?”

The leading high lord did not answer, but raised his hand slightly to signal the elves not to move for the time being.

He needs to think about how to deal with this situation. Because his inspiration told him that something seemed wrong somewhere.

But before he and his two companions could discuss the matter with each other, they saw a scene they would never forget.

Mozo, who was standing at the front of countless slave workers, also knew that it was time for him to make his own choice and perform. He needed to find an optimal solution among countless choices and methods.

So that he can not only lead the slave workers to escape safely, but also protect his own safety.

He looked back at the slave workers who were becoming more and more confused but still following behind him. Mozo took a deep breath and turned around.

Then he began to step forward, heading towards the golden ocean ahead.

Mozo knew that giving up this group of slave workers early was the real best solution for him, but Mozo couldn’t ignore the wasted passage of so many lives.

And since the slave workers believed in him and made a promise, he should win everything for the slave workers!

With some kind of determination that he couldn’t express, Mozuo walked forward slowly.

Mozo knew that at this time and under this situation, he actually had only one way to get the optimal solution.

That is the Double Holy Tree!

Although they didn’t express it, the Twin Sacred Trees seemed to have noticed him a long time ago and had been silently supporting him in the dark. Otherwise, the elves should have noticed themselves when Audrey was inexplicably transformed into the Sun King’s personal servant.

And when in the main city of Nuremberg, it was probably the twin sacred trees that gave guidance. Covered Audrey.

Just like it was at the beginning of the Age of Gods. The Twin Sacred Trees chose themselves and supported themselves.

Mozo didn’t know how he should repay the kindness of the Twin Sacred Trees.

But the other party is still willing to trust me so much, which is really great.

Mozo walked to a small hillside, and below was a golden ocean composed of an army of golems.

Mozo raised his head and looked into the distance, towards the holy tree.

In the end, just like before, Mozo chose to believe in the Holy Tree.

After taking a deep breath, Mozo lifted off the linen robe wrapped around him.

He held high the cane from Grandpa Maya that was handed to him by a slave worker on the road, and then smashed it into the ground and said:

“Tell me your choice!”

The next moment, the glow of the holy tree spread across the world, and a golden ocean split from it.

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Such a scene naturally caused the elves on the airship to fall into an uproar.

Something happened to their carefully crafted golem that was completely beyond their knowledge? ? ?

This is unacceptable to the elves.

But what is even more difficult for them to accept is why the Twin Holy Trees would act for this group of humans?

For the slave workers, this was a huge miracle.

When they saw these powerful demons really making way for themselves and others, they all fell into a state of revelry.

The fear all the way finally paid off.

Even Laura Liz, who was parked on the elf airship, fell into great consternation. After she glanced at the three high lords, she turned slightly to the maid and asked:

“Have you ever seen anything like this?”

The maid lady looked down and replied with a slight smile:

“I’ve never seen it before.”

Such an answer made Laura Liz laugh and say:

“How did you learn this tone of voice? Well, what’s going on?”

The maid shook her head and looked at the twin sacred trees behind her that were still emitting light and said:

“You can’t ask me, you have to ask Him.”

Laura Lisi also followed the maid lady’s gaze, then frowned and said:

“Twin sacred trees?”

The captain also asked with a slightly surprised look on his face: “Elders, what should we do?”

The three high lords did not answer the young captain but looked at each other.

Among the many people present, the elves were surprised, the slaves were crying with joy, and the Iron Bank was full of fun.

Only Mozo looked at the elf airship above his head with a deep expression.

At the same time, the high elf lords on the deck also looked at him. Even though they were far apart, the high elf lords could clearly see Mozo’s face.

Then they were all shocked.

Naturally, this is not to recognize that this is the Sun King. Mozo is the same as the Sun King only in essence and not in appearance.

Otherwise, Mo Zuo wouldn’t have the guts to wander around. Of course, if everything was the same everywhere, he probably wouldn’t need to wander around. He would be kidnapped one day by someone who doesn’t know whether he is an enemy or a friend.

Then whether it is heaven or hell depends on whether fate is hard or not.

The high lords recognized him as Mozo Klein, the Young Wolf Lord of the North who should have died long ago. But the elves will know him, probably more because he is still an important participant in the Golden Army.

This is what Mozo hopes the other party will recognize, because Mozo needs this in his plan.

Just as Mozo expected, the high lords recognized him as an important participant in the Golden Army at the first sight.

“It’s Mozo Klein, the human who started and stopped His Majesty’s private army.”