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Chapter 227 Report?

Thinking of this, Hercules couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart. He raised his head slightly and looked up at the sky, as if he wanted to make some kind of eye contact with the existence overlooking the entire dream world.

Afterwards, Hercules couldn't help but reveal a self-deprecating, yet somewhat carefree smile. Being naturally cheerful, he even thought of his experiences in his previous two reincarnations.

If the observer has habits similar to those of a wizard, then he should observe his own experimental subjects and write down observation records. Perhaps I will be humorous in his records... well, maybe even a little ridiculous.

Hercules shook his head slightly, then he slowly raised the communication cube, but his eyes seemed a little vague, and even a bit of dejection could be seen in his eyes.

After all, at the level of a fourth-level wizard, they are from completely different worlds from low-level practitioners like them. When fighting against such an existence, there is not much point in resisting or obeying.

Perhaps for a strong man of that level, many players including himself are just snacks and pets that he keeps in captivity.

As "pets", their emotions are insignificant. Perhaps in the eyes of that being, their struggling has a different kind of beauty, which can "please" Him more.

In this situation, their struggle and self-rescue seem a little ridiculous.

Thinking of this, Hercules no longer hesitated, but sent a somewhat depressed message to Lucian. In his opinion, the only one who could face a god-level opponent was an opponent of the same level.

"Unfortunately, this should be the deepest part of the dream. Even my aunt would have a hard time getting here. What's more... my aunt doesn't know my exact location now."

Hercules shook his head. He was somewhat bored at this moment. He had even begun to think about how he could die in a more "dignified" way, so as to disgust the person behind him who had a certain evil taste.

"Captain...we have almost cleaned up the demon's nest. If you have no other instructions, I will let those guys do the blasting." A squadron leader trotted towards Hercules and asked softly, with an unconcealable joy on his face.

After all, Hercules had just left the bulk of the benefits inside the Demon's Nest to them. Although he had to share the profits with all the brothers, the resources inside the Demon's Nest were of high value. If they were all converted into money, everyone could probably get three or four months' salary.

This can be considered a windfall!

"Okay, you guys handle it." Hercules looked at the smiling squadron leader, but he felt an indescribable fatigue in his heart.

He is now a little tired of this kind of playing house game.

……

On the other hand, Lucian was slightly stunned when he received this seemingly incoherent message from Hercules.

Only God can fight against God? Isn't this a very basic common sense?

Lucian frowned, not understanding the meaning behind Hercules' words at first. Could Hercules think that our opponent is some kind of god?
Lucian frowned slightly. After all, Count Sanasis had told him that there could be no players at the level of gods inside the Real Land. Even the existence of the Real Land itself was a trap for hunting gods.

This is definitely a forbidden area for the gods. Perhaps it is related to the great sleeping being that Lucian had spied on through the feather pen before.

Although the gods are great and immortal, they are just food and nourishment in front of the master who can support the prosperity of a civilization. In front of higher-level beings, they cannot be truly fearless.

However... the strong man who truly constructed the existence of the real land would probably not let go of a piece of fat meat that is in his mouth and slip away while he is dozing off, right?

Thinking of this, Lucian couldn't help but smile.

He flipped his hand and took out the special feather pen. According to the information previously described by Count Sanasis, the main material of this feather pen was a feather from the body of the terrifying overlord. It had some special connection with the sleeping overlord, so it was best not to use it to avoid being accidentally noticed or reacted to by that existence.

After all, the gap in life span between Lucian and that terrifying being was too great. The other party might just turn over in a light sleep or get grouchy when waking up, but for Lucian, it would be a life-threatening crisis.

But what if it is to remind that great being that some snacks have arrived and it is time to eat them?
Thinking of this, Lucian was eager to take out his feather pen and write a letter of complaint to the sleeping overlord with his real name.

But at the last moment, Lucian still held back, after all, he hadn't caught the little tail of the god yet. If he reported it now, even if he could really attract the attention of the Overlord, He might not notice the god who was stirring up trouble behind the scenes, and it would be more likely to affect himself.

And the first thing he had to do now was to stabilize Hercules, at least to prevent his ally from feeling gloomy and depressed.

Thinking of this, Lucian picked up the communication cube, and after hesitating for a moment, he edited a message to Hercules.

Lucian: Don't worry about Him. As long as I can get the real information about that existence or get a trace of His breath or a token, I am sure I can deal with Him.

On the other side, Hercules, who was originally in despair, couldn't help but blink when he received this message from Lucian.

Lucian has a way to deal with a god?
Are you kidding me?
It's like an ant claiming that it can deal with its owner on its own.

But soon Hercules' expression became serious. After all, he and Lucian had signed a strict contract, and Lucian had no way of lying to him about this matter.

That means the other party really has this ability?
Thinking of this, Hercules' heart became hot again, and he felt that there seemed to be a layer of mystery veil around Lucian.

He doesn't even seem to understand the Wizarding Council. The wizarding organization he joined before must not be very up-to-date. So what are his methods of dealing with gods?
You know, even gods don’t dare to guarantee that they are confident enough to deal with another god, but Lucian said he is confident?
Could it be that he wanted to violate the oath in this way and burn himself to death by the flame of the oath?
It seemed that there was nothing wrong with doing this. After all, cremation was more respectable, and it seemed to contain a kind of tragic heroic romance... Hercules' mind was in a mess, and after hesitating for a long time, he still held on to the last glimmer of hope and replied to Lucian with a message.

Hercules: Still alive?
(End of this chapter)