The gods of this world are not the "gods" of the earth's psionic era, to a certain extent, just opening up a world and formulating the laws of all things are enough to deserve the title of gods, even if it is as strong as Chen An, he can't do this, if the two conflict, he in the other world's world doesn't even have the slightest chance of winning, even the existence behind the reincarnation is jealous, so you can imagine the strength of the gods in this world.

Fortunately, the gods are in a state of sleep most of the time, especially the Chosen One, who has poured a lot of effort into stirring up the world, and after the carefully woven fate is completed, the gods will inevitably feel tired and fall into hibernation, after all, maintaining the operation of a world is already a very energy-consuming thing.

But if fate suddenly changes and deviates from the established track, a little stimulation can make the gods wake up, so Chen An was extremely cautious after coming to this world, for fear that his reckless behavior would wake up the other party, although he had a way to hide the other party's search, but after the snake was startled, the existence behind the reincarnation did not dare to venture into it.

Because from beginning to end, Chen An's goal is the "" behind the reincarnation, and only by grasping the information and information that the other party puts on the reincarnation can he find his way home.

"The country is coming to an end. ”

Early in the morning, Hou Wenjun, who was wearing a maid's suit, opened the curtains in the living room, and subconsciously looked at the fleeing crowd passing by with her family outside the window.

"Rest assured, have you forgotten the Chosen One that exists in this country?"

Chen An stood in front of the tall bookshelf placed by the wall, took a sip of the hot tea that the other party had just brewed in his hand, and took out a scroll from the bookshelf with a calm expression.

"A village girl who can't read a word, a second son who comes from a down-and-out aristocracy and is not valued by his parents, it's hard to imagine how they will save the country. Hou Wenjun took a white rag and carefully wiped the glass window.

"We'll see. ”

Chen An returned to the living room table and spread out the scroll in his hand, which displayed a detailed map of the country they were in.

"What are you looking at?" Hou Wenjun, who had finished wiping the glass window, came to Chen An's side and asked.

"I'm looking at where the Anglo front is pushing. Chen An stared at the map on the table and said casually.

"Here, Trukul. Hou Wenjun seemed to know the situation of the country very well, and directly pointed out a point on the map. "Four days ago, I heard from people that the battle of the Saranc Kingdom in Trukul suffered a heavy defeat, and now the king has fled to Queensland in the south with the remnants of the defeated army, and the Anglos have to be temporarily stationed in Trukul due to the long supply line, and when the follow-up supply construction is completed, the next step will be to march into Queensland and completely kill the last king of the Salanc Kingdom. ”

"The progress of this war is really astonishing, it is clear that the two countries are equal in national strength, and it is strange that Anglo has always maintained an overwhelming strategic and tactical advantage in the war. Chen An touched his chin and commented.

The answer is simple. Hou Wenjun glanced at this "otaku" who lived in seclusion. "Musket-like weapons appeared in Anglo's army, and relied on this weapon to form a dense phalanx to kill and wound a large number of King Sarank's ** team, which was still dominated by the old knightly charge tactics, and in the battle of Trukul, Anglo defeated 40,000 people of the Salanc Kingdom at the cost of less than two hundred dead. ”

"Musket?" Chen An raised his eyebrows.

"Well, a weapon made of alchemy, the principle of use is the same as that of a musket, except that this musket is more powerful than the original musket. Hou Wenjun said. "Neither accuracy, range, nor reloading speed can be compared with the original musket, and its appearance is bound to affect the course of war in the whole world, as far as I know, only the Anglos in the world can make such weapons. ”

"Interesting. Chen An said thoughtfully. "But I believe that this weapon should not be mass-produced, right?"

"Yes. Hou Wenjun nodded. "In the Battle of Trukul, there were only about 200 troops in the 12,000-strong Anglo army who used this musket, which can be called the trump card of this army. ”

"It turns out that the last time you went out and didn't return, you watched this battle in person?" Chen An glanced at Hou Wenjun.

"Caused by boredom. Hou Wenjun did not deny it.

"Are you interested in watching another Jedi counterattack?" Chen An smiled.

"What do you mean?" Hou Wenjun frowned slightly.

"In layman's terms, the gears of fate have already begun to turn. ”

After speaking, Chen An casually put the teacup on the map, and under the teacup was covered a place called Buwo, and this place Hou Wenjun was not unfamiliar with, because she had followed Chen An before, and that time, she saw a thirteen-year-old kind-hearted girl, her name was Helena.

"Do you want me to lurk and spy on that village girl?" Hou Wenjun came to her senses in an instant, and turned her head to look at Chen An, who was sitting by the window and picking up a book.

"I know it's tedious to be around me, and now, I'm giving you the freedom to witness a heroic epic. Chen An said casually at the book.

"......," Hou Wenjun said in silence for a moment. "Is there anything to look out for?"

"As long as you don't change the history of fate. Chen An waved his hand. "Of course, don't forget to use your powers carefully, I don't want the gods to wake up and come to the door. ”

"I see. ”

Saying that, Hou Wenjun turned around and went upstairs, and when she came down again, she had already lost her maid's outfit, but changed into ordinary adventurer's clothes, and her delicate and fair face had changed into a slightly ugly appearance covered with freckles.

"I'm leaving. ”

Hou Wenjun did not forget to say before leaving.

"Hmm. ”

After receiving the response, Hou Wenjun opened the door of the entrance, and when she walked out of the door, the house behind her disappeared, leaving only a strange wood.

"Helena ......"

Hou Wenjun looked in the northeast direction, there was a lonely land belonging to the Sarank Kingdom, and the person she was looking for was there, and now she was seventeen years old, right?

At the same time, she had a question in her heart, what was the purpose of Chen An sending her over?

Forget it, no matter.

Having heard that Buvo had been harassed by the Anglos for several years, and although she knew that Helena, the chosen son, could not be okay, but the family would inevitably change, and she remembered that Helena's father was the local village chief, and it was one of her father's duties to protect the village, and if the village was attacked, her father would ......

Thinking of this, Hou Wenjun suddenly took a step, and in the blink of an eye, he left a residual phantom and disappeared.

Disappearing houses.

Chen An's gaze suddenly left the book, and he looked out the window, his expression joyless and sad.

"At this time, you must be unable to bear it, right?"

Chen An knew that he had been silently observing the world in front of him from the high dimension, and when the time had not come, he would definitely not act lightly if he adhered to the principle of thieves not going short, but what if a huge amount of information suddenly broke out in time and space? Can you still bear it?

He rubbed the metal ball in his hand, and in a moment, the ball slowly turned into light particles and floated in the air, gradually dimming and extinguishing.

"I'm really looking forward to it...... A saint who holds high the banner of freedom, the founder of the future Saranc Empire. ”