In my impression, the Pseudo-God Lord should be just a rather annoying weakling.

First of all, the Pseudo-God Lord himself is not very powerful, or his magic attack power is indeed very high, but as long as he gets used to his move rhythm, this guy is actually a boss who is very free.

If he doesn't summon a few monsters to harass and harasse them, and create some decent cutscenes to force their appearance, many players may not leave any impression after they knock him down.

However, it was precisely such a relatively behind-the-scenes master who suddenly had the confidence to face the front, which made Chen Yaogang notice that the situation was changing.

The world line is definitely changing. Many people who should have died because of the "tragedy" performance have temporarily escaped the fate of death under the interference of Chen Yaogang.

"It seems that I've done too much? I must have saved many people who would have died before they become like this."

"If I give up rescue because I am afraid of changing the world line, why should I rush to the north in such a hurry?"

Chen Yaogang thought for a moment and made a decision to attack. Even if the Demon Lord now plays the real and fake Monkey King for the fake God Lord and plans to mix doubles on him, Chen Yaogang can still pull the two guys together and hammer them.

The well-known bosses on the main line all perform their own duties, each with their own tasks and control areas. If all the demon kings abandon their land control and come here specifically to confront themselves, the strongest among human beings can still lead the survivors to quickly recover the lost land.

As long as humans and demons continue to fight, constantly absorb the power of the demons and awaken more Nefarangs, it is not certain who invades whose territory at that time.

Chen Yaogang was not afraid at all: "Don't panic. Since the Lord of the Pseudo-God takes the initiative to open the door to welcome guests, we will just go in. He walked to the front desk and took the initiative to be beaten in front of everyone, so I won't be able to play with cat claws with him."

"Non-combatants stay at Miss Zana for a while, and you can get to know each other by the way. I'll come to meet him."

Chen Yaogang no longer covered up, pushed the door and walked out of the alley.

Perhaps because of the monster that the demon descended, Chen Yaogang only felt that the chaotic clouds above Oricia were stronger than before, and everything seemed to have returned to that cold rainy day.

After lifting the manhole cover to one side, Chen Yaogang turned over and jumped in, heading towards the residence of the Lord of God.

Langdon and Comaco followed closely, while the rest stayed to serve as escorts and tried to engage with other forces in Oresia.

Even if it is a glamorous and luxurious paradise on the surface, under this peaceful appearance, there are dirty and filthy sewer areas that are too beautiful to the target.

It’s not just garbage, but I don’t know how many slaves and refugees who live on the streets were driven to such places because of the reason of “influencing the beauty of the city.”

Many people curled up in dark corners, with their shriveled flesh covering the skeleton, like pieces of breathable gray rags.

There was only chaos in their eyes, and they were praying for the salvation of the gods all the time.

Comaco gradually slowed down, as if he was about to take out the food from his pocket and distribute it to them, but Langdon stopped him.

"Let's go, they can only be saved by letting the city return to normal order. These hungry people who die as soon as they touch are too fragile. If you give him food, you will only let other people who have no food to rob them. We don't have time to spend here."

"Okay." Komake sighed, followed Chen Yaogang around and finally climbed out of the sewer.

As the head came out, the air suddenly became fresh.

Although the Lord of the Pseudo-God has always wanted to use his thunder wrist to control the overall situation, his courtyard decoration is pretty good, and it is more like a quiet monastic sect that cultivates one's own self-cultivation and cultivates one's nature than the demon's nest cave.

Langdon put on his mask and poked a head out of the sewer: "Good guy, there is no guard, who gives him the courage? Could it be that he is extremely confident in his own strength and firmly believes that he will not fail?"

“It doesn’t matter.”

Chen Yaogang was worried about fraud, so he would let the summoned objects fly and explore the way first. The storm crow with shared vision, and the relatively fixed fighting routine, he really couldn't imagine what tricks the pseudo-god Lord could do.

"These metal statues in the courtyard seemed to be breathing. Did their heads move just now?"

Chen Yaogang cracked a metal statue with one punch and grabbed the imitation magic gems inside: "Be confident, remove it. They are some combat-type magic stone figure puppets, but because of the pseudo-god Lord, these guys were not triggered."

"It's almost a defective product, it seems to be worse than the stone statues in the Lion Empire maze."

Langdon was still not relieved and kept tying explosives on each statue before he felt that the matter was done.

Pass through the corridor of the Lord of God's residence and head all the way to the high platform of the speech square commonly used by the Lord of the false God.

At the highest point of the ivory stairs, there was a man in a golden bishop's robe, standing with his back to them with his hands behind him, his long gray hair and ribbon floating in the wind, with a sense of pride that I would give everything to the people of the world.

The elegant and luxurious golden lacquer relief guides everyone to the high platform.

It was not until he heard the footsteps behind him that the Lord of the Pseudo-God slowly turned around, and underneath the mask was a pair of contemptuous demon blood pupils.

The lord of the false god glanced over the three of them, and he couldn't help but sneer: "That's it?"

"What does it mean? You have killed so many innocent lives. Do you think you are still qualified to negotiate with us?"

Komaco made a preparatory gesture, but instead received ridicule from the Lord of the Pseudo-God. The gray-haired man wearing a blue gem mask smiled falsely: "Absurd, this is really ridiculous."

"I thought the rescue hero in the Lion Empire was a man of great power in the royal family. He was thinking about how to meet when. The result really disappointed me. The so-called hero was actually a barbarian who should be locked in a slave cage."

"Don't tell me that this world needs you, the ignorant mud, to save it."

Langdon and Comaco were stunned for a moment, and both saw incredible wisdom in each other's eyes.

The cold wind continued to blow, as if the atmosphere seemed a bit awkward because no one replied.

Randon put crossbows on the crossbow, and his figure gradually blurred: "Puff, my god, this scene is simply unsightly. I saw you standing alone on it for a long time and the cold wind made the atmosphere so serious. I thought there were some human praises and talks loudly."

"Where do you get the confidence? We come here from afar. You don't think you can explain everything by just a few words of personal charm, right?"

The Pseudo-God Lord was stunned at first. These people were not affected by his bewitching at all, and the other party had directly launched an attack.

"Stop talking, let's die for me!"
Chapter completed!