Sir Patrick was in the noisy conference room, speaking hoarsely about the surrender of Germany and the peace agreement. Unfortunately, the "gentlemen" in this room did not seem to be very interested, and they were still arguing about the distribution of the benefits of various arms deals, the question of post-war reconstruction, and the amount of German reparations.

It's not that they don't care about peace, but they know very well in their hearts that this war has come to an end, and they should divide the cake now, and as for the peace agreement, wouldn't it be tens of thousands more dead a month earlier or a month later?

In the eyes of capital, human life is just a set of numbers.

Sir Patrick had a look of regret and helplessness on his face, but there was a deep disdain in his eyes. In his opinion, the group of people in front of him completely represents the inferior nature of human beings.

Selfish, cruel, greedy, sure enough, human beings are the cancer of the world, and it is best to eliminate them all.

The more these people argue in front of them, the more this war will not end, and when the new poison gas is developed on the German side, the expressions of this group of people will probably become very interesting.

Sir Patrick enjoyed the feeling of being on top, looking down on these flies and dogs with a divine gesture. It just didn't last long when the door to the conference room opened and a man on crutches walked in.

The man walked slowly and quite low-key, as if he didn't want to attract anyone's attention. But when the man went across from Sir Patrick, he took off his hat and showed his face.

Sir Patrick's face changed after a casual glance. Because he saw that the other party's appearance turned out to be exactly the same as his own. Sir Patrick, as a deity, can see details that ordinary people can't see. Not only are their faces similar, but even the details of the wrinkles on their faces are exactly the same.

The mysterious man showed his face for a few seconds, then put his hat back on and left the noisy conference room on crutches. Looking at his faltering back, Sir Patrick seemed to be looking at himself.

Dressed up as himself, and deliberately appeared here, could it be that this disguised identity has been recognized?

Sir Patrick took a few turns of thought, curious but not dangerous. He is a god, Ares, the god of war on Mount Olympus, and even if a mortal has any calculations, he is nothing in the face of absolute power.

But he wouldn't let this weirdo leave like that, because it was a provocation to the gods. And as a deity, there must be a penalty for such behavior.

Therefore, Sir Patrick left this room without hesitation. Watching a group of humans bickering with each other is not as much fun as pinching a daring human to death.

Leaving the noisy conference room, Sir Patrick found that the man was nowhere to be seen.

"Hehe, a mouse is a mouse after all, no matter how you hide, you will be caught and trampled to death." Sir Patrick said with a smile.

Streams of light poured out of his eyes, and the buildings around him became transparent.

The figure on crutches had just left the building and was walking towards the docks.

Sir Patrick, of course, would not let him go, and with his usual step, he crossed a distance of several meters and chased after the man at incredible speed.

However, the god of war didn't notice that after he left the conference room, several metal beetles the size of ants recorded all his actions.

This is a technological creation that is hundreds of years ahead of this era, and it can not only record images, but also analyze the changes in energy around it, whether it is radio waves, radiation, or even the power of the gods, it will be recorded one by one.

Although Ares, the god of war, was the true designer of most of the weapons in the entire First World War, possessing more scientific knowledge than any human in this era, he was beyond his understanding of future technology that transcended hundreds of years.

As a result, the tiny ant-like mechanical beetles didn't catch his attention at all, and he only thought about how to catch the person who was provoking the gods.

Along the way, the two walked a distance of several hundred meters, but Sir Patrick was surprised to find that he had not caught up, and was even slightly distanced.

Sir Patrick was puzzled, he was directly using his divine power to move quickly, not only secretively, but also more than ten times faster than ordinary people. This person seemed to be walking normally, how could he be faster than himself.

Sir Patrick hurriedly quickened his pace, and directly turned into a phantom and chased after him. But the man in front of him seemed to speed up at the same time, and his figure gradually blurred, and he completely disappeared in front of Sir Patrick.

"Invisibility?"

Sir Patrick blinked, and everything in his vision blurred, leaving only images of various energies intertwined. The figures and buildings on the street were completely gone, except for the roaring flames of the car's engine and the blue light circulating from the power line lights...... Outline the whole world with the flow of energy.

At this time, Sir Patrick finally saw the colorful figure running wildly on the water outside the dock. In this energy world, only this figure is particularly obvious.

"It's not divine power, what is this power?" Sir Patrick said suspiciously.

Each form of energy has a different color in the eyes of the gods, but the more powerful the energy, the purer and purer the color. It's like the colorful light on this person, I've never seen it before.

This vision did not push the arrogant god away, but aroused his curiosity even more, and he simply flew into the sky and chased in the direction of the man on the water.

The man disguised as Sir Patrick was, of course, Rorschach, and couldn't help but smile when he noticed that the hidden god had caught up.

Rorschach sped all the way out of the Thames to the sea. Sir Patrick finally caught up with him, and made a huge wave across the sea, stopping Rorschach.

"Ares, the god of war?" Rorschach asked Sir Patrick.

"Mortal, since you know my identity and dare to make a provocation, should I praise your courage or despise your stupidity?"

After Sir Patrick said this, the posture of the original rickety old man changed rapidly, although he didn't change his clothes, but the momentum of the whole person was completely incomprehensible, and the energy fluctuations emitted directly wiped out the waves within a radius of one kilometer.

But in the face of such a powerful opponent, Rorschach said: "Sure enough, too much power will make any life have arrogant thoughts, such an obvious trap, even planning to rush into it, no wonder the gods of Olympus will die so many people."

"Only a god can kill a god, and no matter how many means a mortal has, it is just an ant-like struggle." The god of war, Ares, said disdainfully.

"Do you know why I lured you to this place before I did it?" Rorschach asked.

"It's just that I don't want to hurt other mortals, but only humans are the fastest in the world to slaughter their own kind, and I have long seen through your hypocrisy." Ares said.

"You're mistaken, I've saved another world many times, but I'm too lazy to be a savior. The reason I brought you here is because this is my home field. Rorschach said.

Ares' eyes froze, and he felt a violent tremor in the depths of the sea, as if a behemoth was pouring out from the depths of the sea.