Godslayer: Jiahao Gets Stronger? Starting with a Big Chicken with Sauce

Han Shaoyun: "......."

Well, Jiahao will definitely become a new god of the Ancient God Church in the future.

There's no need to offend him right now.

"By the way, did they say what the strength of the reinforcements was?" Wang Jia'ao asked curiously.

Since the delirious speech knows there is a ceiling to human potential, it still dares to say there are reinforcements.

So what exactly is the composition of this reinforcement?

He remembered that in the original work, wasn't the Church of the Ancient Gods just the Moon Tree, the only human being at the top level?

Both Yiyu and Qianmo are Klein.

Could it be that Yuehuai took action personally?

"I don't know."

How could Han Shaoyun possibly know what Yiyu was planning? "At least it's Klein, right?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jia'ao shook his head. "I thought they would send someone more important. But it's still Klein. Oh well, he's just part of the atmosphere team anyway."

In any case, for him, whether it's Klein or the ceiling of humanity, he can now easily defeat even his clone, and keep in mind that the clone only has 50% of the original's strength.

He wasn't afraid even if a god himself came down on him.

Han Shaoyun's lips twitched.

Atmosphere group.

Klein-level combatants were referred to as the "atmosphere group" by the enemy.

But Han Shaoyun did not refute it.

Because he had personally witnessed how this young man in overalls with a center parting tied Master Chen up like a rice dumpling.

Klein........

In the eyes of the other party, they might indeed be similar to the atmosphere-building team.

"Oh, right."

Wang Jia'ao seemed to suddenly remember something, turning his head to look at Han Shaoyun, "Did your delirious master say why he wanted to kill Wang Jia'ao?"

Han Shaoyun was slightly taken aback: "Lord Yiyu's decision needs no reason."

"So, you don't know?"

"have no idea."

"Tsk."

Wang Jia'ao shook his head. "Your position as the thirteenth seat of the believers is really beneath you. You don't even know why the higher-ups are killing people, yet you just blindly follow along?"

Han Shaoyun's expression changed several times, and finally he gritted his teeth and said:

"I'm just following orders."

"Okay, okay, execute the order."

Wang Jia'ao waved his hand, "I won't make things difficult for you. Go ahead and do your thing, leave me alone for a while."

After Han Shaoyun left, Wang Jia'ao was already thinking about how to act next.

The duel between the clone and the main body is sure to be quite exciting.

It's best to reverse, reverse, and reverse again.

Ideally, we could attract a large amount of Jiahao points.

Although he has already achieved the Great Perfection of the Ancient Sacred Body, it doesn't stop him from collecting Jiahao Points to continue upgrading!

Who would complain about being too capable?

Han Shaoyun arrived at the perimeter of the abandoned factory when he received a message from the intelligence department via an encrypted communication device.

"Wang Jia'ao has already departed. He boarded the helicopter alone, without any entourage," came the voice of an intelligence officer through the encrypted communicator.

"Alone?"

Han Shaoyun's voice was clearly filled with astonishment, "Ye Fan would send him here alone to his death?"

"Perhaps Ye Fan felt that he was enough on his own."

There was a hint of uncertainty in the other person's tone.

"After all, when he killed the chief with his lamp-level skill, he did it with far too much ease."

"Furthermore, there's no sign of a large-scale troop mobilization from Ye Fan's Night Watch headquarters; it seems they really only sent Wang Jia'ao."

Han Shaoyun remained silent.

Shan Huai, standing behind him, suddenly spoke:

"Perhaps this is Ye Fan's calculated move, sending Wang Jia'ao alone to force us to reveal our trump cards. After all, we have Master Chen and the Masked Squad. Even if Wang Jia'ao is truly capable, he still has to consider the safety of the hostages."

"you're right."

Han Shaoyun nodded. "But what are our trump cards right now? Wang Jiahao can beat Master Chen, and even if Wang Jia'ao is strong, he shouldn't be much stronger than Master Chen."

"Lord Yiyu said he would personally bring reinforcements. As long as we hold off Wang Jia'ao, once Lord Yiyu arrives, he will be trapped."

Dan Huai's expression became somewhat subtle upon hearing this:

"What deep-seated hatred exists between Lord Yiyu and Wang Jia'ao? Even though his first clone was destroyed and his chief was killed, he should know Wang Jia'ao's strength, yet he remains so persistent."

"Don't ask anymore."

Han Shaoyun's tone carried a hint of warning, "We'll just follow Lord Yiyu's decision. Knowing too much won't do you any good."

Shan Huai did not ask any further questions.

Meanwhile, not far away, Wang Jia'ao was silently planning the next part of the script.

At normal speed, the main body will arrive at this factory area in at most half an hour.

At that time.

"I need to convince everyone. I need to make the Masked Squad and Master Chen believe we are mortal enemies. I need to make Han Shaoyun, Shan Huai, the Snake Woman, and other members of the Ancient God Church completely believe that I am the Ancient God Church's trump card. And I need to ensure that Zhou Ping, who is secretly observing, cannot see through my disguise."

The most crucial thing is to trick that old fox, Yiyu.

Wang Jia'ao held his teacup and began to mentally review the details of the entire plan.

Upon arriving at the factory, the first thing to do was to deliver a powerful "Jiahao Declaration" that would awe everyone present.

Everyone needs to understand that Wang Jia'ao came to save people.

Then came the battle.

The battle between the main body and the clone must be intense enough to create the visual effect of "two unparalleled geniuses fighting to the death".

Ideally, they could also destroy half of the factory area, cracking the ground and collapsing the factory buildings, leaving the Masked Squad members dumbfounded and reaping a wave of Jiahao points.

Keep in mind that both the clone and the original can collect Jiahao points.

The game starts with double the Jiahao value, followed by a stack of heroes in the rain.

I can't even imagine how much Jiahao value will be generated in this battle between the two big spenders.

"However, you need to be careful to control the force."

Wang Jia'ao silently reminded himself.

"The power of the fully formed Ancient Sacred Body is truly terrifying. If left unchecked, a single punch could potentially collapse the entire Xiangnan region. At that point, forget about acting; you might accidentally bury your teammates alive."

"We also need to move those members of the Masked Squad to a safe area. Acting is fine, but we can't actually kill our teammates. Otherwise, the act will be overdone."

As Wang Jia'ao was making his calculations, Han Shaoyun strode in, his face grave: "Wang Jia'ao is here. The helicopter landed three kilometers away, and he's approaching on foot. He's expected to arrive at the factory perimeter in ten minutes."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jia'ao reached out and grasped the black iron halberd stuck in the ground beside him.

"very good."

"What was bound to happen has finally happened."

Seeing this, Han Shaoyun quickly asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Wang Jia'ao glanced at him sideways:

"You and Shan Huai take the Snake Woman and retreat to the outskirts of the factory. Without my orders, no one is to approach the battlefield. This includes yourselves. This battle may be far more intense than you imagine."

"Much more intense? What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, the fight between me and Wang Jia'ao is not something someone of your caliber can interfere with."

Wang Jia'ao said calmly, "Your presence here will only be a distraction and a burden to me."

Han Shaoyun's lips twitched, but he finally nodded, turned around, and walked out quickly.

The factory fell silent again.

Wang Jia'ao stood in the center of the factory, his halberd held horizontally in front of him.

Moonlight streamed in through the cracks in the broken ceiling, casting interplay of light and shadow on him.

He looked up, peering through the gap at the moon in the night sky, and then a faint smile curved his lips.

"It's time to go on stage."

"The grand spectacle begins."