Then, you installed the wild child as emperor, abdicated, and went into seclusion in the mountains...
"Hehe, how about I find a dozen big guys and play a round of Russian roulette with the Empress, the kind of game rich people on Earth play?" Lin Mo almost laughed out of anger. "No safety measures, whoever gets caught is out of luck, okay?"
"Sure!" Zhao Wushi said, "The more elaborate the fun, the better. If possible, invite Zhao Zhilan, Sun Ruoxi, and Su Qing'er all over. It would be even better if everyone had a good time together!"
"Go to hell, group my ass! Can you please stop disgusting me!" Lin Mo snapped.
However, this also made Lin Mo understand what it means to go against the tide!
"So, for example, at Wei Maozhen's Feast at Hongmen, if I don't resist and let Wei Maozhen kill all the disobedient ministers, will the system intervene to save me out of self-preservation?" Lin Mo asked. "Wouldn't that be considered a big data calculation error?"
As the host, I'm willing to risk my life to fight you to the death!
“Calculate!” Zhao Wushi said, “The more outrageous it is, the more complex the system’s calculations become, and the more likely errors will occur!”
Outrageous...
Lin Mo fell into deep thought.
The current situation is that they are facing an army of nearly a hundred men led by Ares, the god of war...
How outrageous is it?
Suddenly, an outrageous idea popped into Lin Mo's mind.
"Riding alone for a thousand miles?"
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When Zhao Zhilan caught sight of Lin Mo again, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and her whole body froze instantly.
"He...he actually came all by himself?" Her voice was filled with disbelief.
But what shocked Zhao Zhilan even more was that Lin Mo rode that magnificent warhorse through the crowd.
He was the target of countless gazes: cold, angry, even filled with hatred. Surprisingly, however, no one attacked him, and no one dared to block his path.
All of this was thanks to the guards of Quil City, clad in gleaming black armor, who protected Lin Mo like a shadow.
Upon witnessing this scene, all the Muslim soldiers, including Saladin, were frozen in shock and speechless.
They simply couldn't understand why the guards of Quel City would protect Lin Mo!
What is the lord of Quel City thinking?
How can he both help us and protect Lin Mo?
One of Saladin's hot-tempered generals couldn't contain himself any longer, shouting, "Get out of the way, let me kill this guy!"
The guards of Quel did not hesitate to block the Muslim's way.
"What are you doing?" the general roared in fury.
"Quell City is not your territory, you cannot use force!"
"Why?"
"There's no reason why, it's all the city lord's order!"
"You..." The general wanted to rush forward, but Saladin stopped him.
The strength of the defenders of Quill was far superior to that of Baldwin's Templars.
Even Saladin's army at its peak was no match for them.
They haven't fully recovered yet, so they have no say in someone else's territory!
Lin Mo rode his horse through the streets of Queer City, his heart filled with pride.
"This unconventional approach is truly a brilliant and ingenious strategy!" he thought to himself. "As long as it's unexpected enough, I can even challenge these high and mighty gods!"
A sly smile played on his lips, as if he could already see himself victorious in his battle against the gods. This feeling was more exhilarating and satisfying than ever before.
turn out to be.
Ever since leaving the illusory realm, Lin Mo has been pondering Zhao Wushi's words.
Since the troops of Quel City were created by these late-stage gods, it was only to punish Lin Mo for overusing "cheat codes"!
Couldn't that be interpreted as these gods wanting to fix the bugs and try to let Lin Mo continue to develop according to their own growth patterns?
If the goal was simply to kill Lin Mo and extract his faith points, there was no need for such elaborate and complicated methods!
Therefore, Lin Mo made a bold guess.
The troops of Quel City and Ares will not harm Lin Mo!
Lin Mo's faith value has grown to a certain level, but it has not yet fully matured.
It's like a fruit that's almost ripe, but not fully ripe.
Picking them at this time of year results in them being extremely raw and astringent.
It would be a great pity to destroy it.
The best way is to find a way to ripen it faster!
Seeing the hateful yet helpless expressions on the faces of Saladin's men, Lin Mo simply gave them a thumbs up, as if to say, "Come on, if you dare! I especially enjoy this kind of look—you hate me, but you can't do anything about it!"
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