On the queen bed in the presidential suite at the St. Regis Resort, two men look at each other and smile. At this time, Prince Long suddenly felt a huge pain in his abdomen. Then he passed out.

Where am I? Prince Long woke up and suddenly felt something strange. He seemed to be sitting on a newly piled low grave bag, and seven or eight young men were kneeling in front of him. A young girl in a floral blue dress was standing beside him with a bamboo basket.

Just when Prince Long was in doubt, he suddenly heard the girl beside him say softly, "Venerable Master, did you hear our call coming?" Her tone was very light, but she exuded calmness.

Prince Long touched his nose in surprise, he found that he could understand the speech of the woman in front of him, but there were messages in his head... It's like a dream. , resting his head on the grave, staring into the distance as his gaze faded and finally plunged into deep darkness......

You are the one chosen by the thirteen, the voice in his head said to him. You need believers so that you can possibly return to the plane before you.

The voice was extremely cold, but it didn't mean that Prince Long didn't know how to make his choice.

People are often misled into the illusion that 'even if I don't do it, someone else will'. As a result, everyone becomes more and more indifferent to 'hurting and being hurt'. Accidentally trampling an ant comforts itself: sooner or later it will be trampled to death. The beggar who passed by turned a deaf ear and thought: I am not the only one who has not given alms. Or they feel that they are just an executor, and the responsibility is not their own. And the game of Thirteen can be regarded as a game like the main god space.

Prince Long sighed: What about the time and space before me? What am I doing at this time and space?

I'm just a facilitator, and I hope you can do well, and you have the right to use Resurrection Coins once a day on this plane. The location of the resurrection can be anywhere on the map. And you need followers and believers. You can change the world.

He didn't know how long it took before he slowly came back to his senses and showed a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time: "Honorable Master? What is your name?

My name is Lanny, and the girl whispered: I am a member of the Kuller guerrillas. I just prayed to God to keep us from being caught by the Blackshirts. The Blackshirts are too vicious. They showed no mercy to their revolutionary comrades.

Lannie, your name is nice. Prince Long nodded. He secretly looked at the girl in front of him and said softly: "This world, I am curious. After all, as a god, I don't know anything about the mortal world.

I think our Kule guerrillas were saved. Lannie blushed and shouted excitedly: "There are many countries in this world, and the country I am in is called Brando, but it has been invaded by the neighboring Black Rose. We resisted. But they were outnumbered.

Lannie, do you believe me? I can save your country. Prince Long squinted his eyes and smiled: "Would you like to be my follower?"

I will, as long as you can save my country. I'm willing to give anything. Lannie's eyes sparkled. It's a longing gaze.

Received a faith of 0,21. Keep up the good work. Prince Long suddenly felt that he really had the potential to be a god. He glanced around at the silence. Seven or eight young men knelt motionlessly on the ground. He didn't dare to raise his head.

Get up, Prince Long is not used to others dealing with him so respectfully. Maybe it's the effect of that sentence. After hearing this, Lanny said very coldly: Didn't you hear the words of Master Venerable? As soon as the words fell, several young people hurriedly got up from the ground. Patted the dust on the ground. A swarthy young man casually said, "Lanny, you want to have faith." We've come all the way here to act. What about playing house? I don't believe this person can save Brando. There seemed to be a hint of mockery on his face when he said this.

Thirteen random sending tasks, which are being generated. Done. Hearing the information in his brain, Prince Long asked helplessly: What the hell is the random task? The voice in the brain hole said solemnly that anyone who insulted the host would die. This is the first iron law.

Ron, don't say that, Honorable Master. Lanny glared at him viciously: You have to apologize to the Venerable Master. As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the prince dragon looking at Ron with interest, which suddenly made her feel a little uneasy. It's a real feeling. I saw the prince dragon sigh and say:

Ron, you're dying.

Ignorant sticks, liars. Ron didn't believe anyone could tell the difference between life and death. He was a warrior. And not the so-called cowards. Cowardice has nothing to do with him. He lifted a long knife in his hand, which had wide, strange patterns on it. This pattern is a dark plant. It is also one of the most famous exotic plants.

Lanny, do you believe me. I said he was going to die. The prince dragon didn't care about what Ron had shown. In his eyes, such a cowardly guy went to the battlefield and was useless except to drag his feet.

Respect the teacher. He had inadvertently said the wrong thing. Lanny tried to round the game, she didn't want the two to contradict each other. But on the contrary, Prince Long called up Ron's information through the thirteen system, and Rao was also surprised:

You're not called Ron, you're called Lanle. It is one of the lower lines of the Blackshirts.

Lan Le smiled a little wryly: "So where did you reveal the flaw? I've been undercover for so long. And almost everyone who knows who I am has seen God. His eyes widened, and a murderous aura filled the air.

Lanle, you know what. You made a big mistake. No one can save you. Especially outside of this wilderness. This is the territory of the guerrillas. Prince Long smiled, he walked towards Lan Le without paying attention, getting closer and closer.

Don't come here, Ranle is terrified. It's not a trivial matter to be identified. He yelled like madness and brandished his long knife. Swing back as you swing.

Prince Long stopped, his face full of sunshine: You can't run away, no one can save you from heaven and earth. As far as I know, you guy lured the Blackshirts to the village. The whole village is dying because of you. But you're one of Brando. Why do you sell your country, why do you sell your soul?

Lannie frowned when she heard this, and asked in confusion, "Ron, I may not understand you." But did you do it, and why did you do it?

Why? The Blackshirts are all devils. We can't fight them. They are all killing machines. All have undergone rigorous training. You've never seen a single man stabbing eighteen heavily armed elite Brando soldiers with his bare hands. I was one of the surviving ones. I've known since then. It is impossible for us in Brando to win.

Langle does not deny that this has nothing to do with him. He focuses on the strength of the Blackshirts and their own cowardice. Maybe it's not cowardice in his eyes.

Listen, Lanle. My nickname is Guru. There is nothing in the whole of Brando to hide from me. I won't say the same thing a second time. Also, I'll form an organization. This organization is called the Killer Alliance. May you feel special that you have witnessed a miracle happen. I will rule all of Brando in the future.

Prince Long said word by word. As soon as the words fell. Ranle slipped and fell to the ground. And the black knife was thrown into the air. Another weird spin. Insert the center of the Lanle eyebrow.