The surrounding nobles had long since retreated into the corner.

In the center of the palace were only the king's three and a few attendants.

On the other side, guards loyal to the old king were engaged in battle with Mahmoud's soldiers.

Hearing Mawson's words, everyone was slightly stunned.

"You've all been bought by him?"

"Or ...... Don't you agree with me, the future king?"

Mawson quickly figured out why, the power of the aristocracy was intricate, and he had always been outside this center of power.

His ascension to the throne is not in the interests of all.

"Mawson ......"

The queen stepped forward and grabbed Mawson's arm.

"Don't worry."

"A little thing."

Mawson comforted.

He stepped down the stairs and tore off his sumptuous gown, revealing the fitted clothes he was wearing underneath.

"What do you want to do?"

Mahmoud sneered.

"One man against an entire army?"

"Or do you want to die with as little dignity as possible?"

This level of combat didn't even qualify for Mawson to be serious, and he suddenly found that this was also an excellent opportunity.

In this era, civilization is in the midst of enlightenment, and from top to bottom, all people are ignorant.

But ignorance also has the benefit of ignorance.

It's easier to control, and to be brainwashed.

He originally planned to find a way to create an incident and deify himself after ascending the throne, but in that case, it was good, but he always had a little less deterrence for some people with ulterior motives.

It's better to be like this.

His gaze swept over the faces of the nobles in the field, and under his gaze, everyone lowered their heads, and the powerful soul formed a sense of oppression like substance.

Mawson stepped in front of the formation.

"You know what? Sometimes ignorance is also a kind of happiness, because when you know that your enemy is strong and invincible, that despair, that powerlessness, can make a person completely crazy! ”

"There will be a new era in Persia."

"Kill him."

Mahmoud interrupted Mawson indifferently.

A tall warrior with a hammer in tow came out, and with a hideous laugh came out of his mouth, the hammer the size of a human head slammed out.

"No!"

There was a frightened cry behind him, and the queen's eyes rolled and she fainted, and although the old king pretended to be calm, his pale face still revealed his mood.

"The next moment will be a brain burst, and I will meet ......"

Mahmoud's reverie came to an abrupt end.

Boom!

Mawson stretched out his left hand and took the spiked hammer with his bare hands!

In the next second, Mo Sen stepped in front of the tall soldier and slapped his palm on the opponent's chest!

Click!

The heavy armor collapsed like a piece of paper, and in the next second, the tall soldier flew out like a cannonball, and his body crossed a distance of more than ten meters.

Leapfrogging past the crowd and slamming into the wall beside Mahamund.

Blood splattered out, leaving a mottled mark on Mahamed's face.

Deathly silence.

All of them lost the ability to speak, and they looked at Mawson and at the soldiers on the walls who were crushed into a mess of flesh.

Someone even rubbed their eyes.

"What happened?"

That scene just now does not even appear in myths and legends.

Mahmoud's body shook wildly, he seemed to understand something, but the thought of that result crept up on his face.

"Kill him, kill him for me!"

"He's only one man!"

The soldiers around him woke up from a dream, and I don't know who was the first to attack, followed closely behind them.

The black-pressed steel jungle surged up like a tidal wave.

Mawson didn't even move a bit, he just waved his hand in the face of the soldiers who pounced on him, like a fly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There were one pit after another in the surrounding walls, and there was no one to fight, and Mawson even deliberately used his body to meet the opponent's weapons.

But no matter what kind of weapon, it can't leave a single mark on him.

Some of the surrounding nobles had collapsed on the ground, and even more incontinent, all of whom had secretly taken refuge in Mahmoud.

"Monster!"

"He's a monster!"

Soon, the soldiers were desperate, and they wanted to cross Mawson and attack the king and queen in the back.

Mawson didn't give up, his body was ghostly, and then there was a painful crash on his eardrums.

Until the last soldier was slapped to death by him.

Step by step, Mawson got to Mahmoud, his elite soldiers were dead, and his delusions were gone.

"You...... What the hell are you?! ”

Mahmoud said in despair.

"I am God!"

Mawson replied.

In the next second, Mahmoud's head exploded.

Mawson turned his head, his gaze falling on the surrounding nobles again.

But this time, everyone fell to their knees, and no one dared to look up at him again.

"Those who have taken refuge in Mahmoud stand up for themselves, and I can promise to spare your family and relatives."

After only three seconds, someone walked out tremblingly.

"Very well, you can die."

A nobleman gritted his teeth and crashed into a pillar not far away, and immediately after, one nobleman after another rushed forward.

There is no dying roar.

Bang bang bang!

Crash after impact.

This scene will become a shadow for the lives of all the nobles present.

From this day on, they could not even think of betrayal.

The old king looked at his strange son and sighed softly.

His time is over.

But the era that belonged to Persia began.

A time ruled by God.

The gates of the palace were opened, and the bodies were transported out, and it took three days to wipe the blood from the place.

On the 10th day after becoming king, Mawson performed a so-called miracle, and from that day on, Persia was renamed the Kingdom of God.

And all the nobles who lived through the events of the royal palace, they saw that Mawson was powerful, cruel and invincible.

Especially the last point.

On the flip side, it is a blessing for a nation to have a monarch as powerful as a god.

In this way, the whole country began to reform according to Mawson's consciousness, and he increased the stimulation of the productive forces in a gradual and contemporary way.

In less than five years, the original Persia and the current kingdom of God have become terrifyingly powerful.

And this strength is forbearing, and it is advancing at a rapid pace.

One day five years later, Mawson officially launched a war against Athens and Sparta.

He needs more territory, more population.

At the same time, it is necessary to test the reaction of the unknown being.

Leaving the Marvel Universe, Mawson's concerns are much smaller.

Although he still needs to hide, there is no need to be restrained, and the other party's reaction is related to his next plan.