[Standing on the field, clone No. 2 just grinned at No. 1's ferocious appearance, and the emerald green staff in his hand cunningly drew an arc. The next moment, an emerald green eggshell-shaped shield immediately surrounded No. 2, giving Rafar the opportunity to use his trick again.]

[No. 1, who was knocked flying, now climbed up from the ground with his head shaking. Although his body was covered with grass and dirt, his image was somewhat hilarious, but it was obvious that Rafar's attack did not cause any serious damage to No. 1.]

[This made the confident Rafar suddenly feel uneasy. Although he was only a mind entity now, and his strength was far less than one ten-thousandth of that at the peak, he had at least accumulated the level of an Earth-level professional. Combined with the extremely powerful and rare skills he had learned in the past, killing a Gold-level professional should be a piece of cake.

But why is the current situation?

Rafar fixed his eyes, looking nervously at the clone No. 1 who stood up again. This made him unable to see any mysterious existence in the future. When Rafar's eyes swept over the armor, combat boots, wrist guards, and even the ornaments hanging on the chest and ears of No. 1.

Rafal almost couldn't help but burst out with a mouthful of the quintessence of Chinese culture!

"Are all the warbands now so wealthy?" Rafar suppressed his anger and finally understood why the opponent could withstand his attack so easily: "You are just a gold-level professional, and you are worthy of wearing so many star-level equipment?! Which warband are you from!"】

[In response to Rafar's question, Clone No. 1 just sneered and shook his head, saying that he did not belong to any regiment, but was just a guided person who followed the guidance of the prophecy and came to assist the Savior.

He understood why Rafal attacked him, and curiously asked Rafal if there was something wrong with his words.

"It's simple. You have no respect for me." Rafar smiled faintly: "Those who have no respect for me can not become my followers!"

"Is it just because of this reason?" No. 1 paused slightly.

"Do you need any other reasons?" Rafar stretched out his free left hand. "I am the only star-level possessor of power in the world! The only savior appointed by Alaya, Saint Rafar! All people and things in the world respect me as a father! If you follow the guidance of the prophecy and assist me, how can you be humble?!"

"!!!"

Your alter ego number 1 is shocked.

He thought of countless possibilities of being recognized by Rafael, but he never thought that the reason why he was recognized by Rafael was because Rafael was a chuunibyou patient! 】

"???"

Link was stunned when he saw this.

The legendary strongest swordsman is actually a chuunibyou?

However, it seems understandable that an orphan born in a war-torn country, with nothing to show for it, could make an unstoppable comeback and become the leader of a party, and finally awaken the world's only star-level talent, "save" his country, and become the world's strongest professional. This kind of crazy life can easily make people have the illusion that they are the son of destiny.

[Your clone paused for a moment, accepting this rather believable reason.

Knowing that he couldn't fool Rafar in this simulation, he simply didn't bother to continue pretending.

The clone told Rafal that although he was indeed a servant guided by destiny to assist him in saving the world, he did not deceive Rafal in one thing, that is, he was indeed here to help Rafal achieve his goal and lead mankind to gain hope in the coming doomsday.

Rafar sneered, saying that he didn't need any help, and that the two of you just needed to hand over these two bodies that were entangled by fate to him. Then he continued to take action and snatch the bodies of Clone No. 1 and Clone No. 2. 】

【“Ah, you really are just toasting and then drinking.” Clone No. 1 sighed.

After confirming that the negotiation had broken down, the No. 2 clone fired a flare into the air without saying anything.

The next moment, the professional Savior Society who were waiting in the wilderness quickly rushed towards the direction where the clone was.

At the same time, Clone 1 and Clone 2 also attacked Rafael at the same time. For a moment, the thunderous fighting spirit accompanied by the dazzling light effects triggered by the effects of high-level equipment instantly enveloped Rafael.

But Rafar is also worthy of being the strongest professional. Facing the joint attack of the two senior gold professionals No. 1 and No. 2, even though he is just a mental body, Rafar can still deal with it with ease, and even began to quickly gain the upper hand on the battlefield. 】

【But that's all there is to it. Although No. 1 and No. 2 are Rafal's opponents, they are far from being targets that Rafal can defeat in a short time due to their powerful equipment and tacit cooperation. The worst thing is that Rafal, who has noticed the strength of his opponent, cannot escape the entanglement of No. 1 and No. 2, and can only be forced to fight No. 1 and No. 2.

So.

In just one minute, when Qi Wushe, Lu Liang and other top fighters of the Salvation Society arrived at the battlefield, everything had been settled!

A group of Earth-class professionals surrounded Rafal. Almost every one of these top-level professionals of the Salvation Society, armed with a lot of money, could fight Rafal alone. Compared to No. 1 and No. 2 who could only barely hold Rafal, this group of "people" with different talents, levels, and equipment surrounded Rafal and kicked him around like a ball! 】

[At this moment, Rafar has fully realized what it means that two fists cannot defeat twelve hands. Even though there is a gap in combat experience, the tacit cooperation of the earth-level professionals in the siege has made Rafar see the possibility of using experience to break the circle. The warriors who can resist and fight, the knights who stick to his face like dog-skin plasters and throw them away, the swift scouts, the priests who are ready to support the battlefield at any time, the mages who output from a distance, and the warlocks who constantly impose various disgusting abnormal states on him... Rafar is almost beaten the whole time under the endless skills. ]

[But even so, Rafael did not give up hope of breaking through the siege. His strong will made him give up resistance until the end. His pride as the world's strongest professional made him willing to surrender even in such a difficult situation...]

【And then, there is no then. 】

[When a 'war group' of hundreds of gold-level professionals came to the battle, densely packed warriors, swordsmen, and knights formed a shield wall, countless mages and archers raised their staffs and longbows to aim at them from a distance, and scouts hid in front of almost every retreat that Rafar could see...

Rafar put down his weapon with a look of despair.】