Relying on the powerful attributes of the two cosmic shards, Hao Ren solved the battle early on, while on the other side, Hasselblad's battle also went smoothly—even without the help of others.
Hasu raised the silver-white long sword burning with holy flames, and slashed at Hasu's shoulder with a sword. Hasu raised the sword to block, and threw a rune card in time, Hasu blocked Hasu He launched the rune magic, and kicked his legs through the dead corner. Hassu was kicked away by Hassel, and Hassel made a big fireball of holy flames on Hassel, and Hassel was defeated by Hassel, haha Su then took advantage of the victory to pursue...
Anyway, don't expect to understand the above formula after drawing the formula for a long time, as long as you know that the fight between the two is extremely lively.
Hao Ren led Lily and Hesianna to watch forcefully. Lily stretched her neck with an uncontrollable expression on her face: "Landlord, let's go up and help..."
Hao Ren thought for a while: "...Damn it, they look exactly the same and I don't know who is who anymore."
Heather Anna also looked confused, and couldn't help muttering after hearing Hao Ren's words: "Is this old man so poor? He wore the same set of clothes from 44 B.C. to 1400 A.D. He didn't even have shoes. changed."
"I've heard from Baihuo that the uniforms of witchers haven't changed for thousands of years, especially Hasselblad is still an antique, and usually has no other clothes except work clothes. After opening the closet, the scene inside is like copy and paste. Yes. To be honest, their things know how to pursue practicality. Although the weapons and equipment are updated every few days, the shape has not changed much... "
Heather Anna curled her lips: "Tsk tsk, the quality of life here is really low, and I have lived for thousands of years in vain."
The three melon-eating crowd watching the show were here to comment freely, and the two people (one?) who were fighting fiercely on the field had veins on their heads at the same time, and they almost said in unison: "You guys can't stop!"
Hao Ren: "...I went here and the two even talked together."
While speaking, the two Hasselblads on the field gradually decided the winner.
Following a dazzling sword dance on the opposite side, one of Hasselblad finally staggered and revealed a flaw, and this flaw was undoubtedly fatal. The long sword in his hand was knocked away in the next round, and the bodyguard His rune shield also shattered, and then a card with Leta's rune printed on it flew into his arms—after a face-to-face explosion at zero distance, the old hunter was blown away tens of meters , Immediately passed out.
Such a powerful explosion didn't kill him, but just caused him a deep coma, which is enough to prove his strength.
Hasselblad, who was still standing on the field, let out a long breath: "Huh... it's really stressful to fight against yourself..."
After he finished speaking, he put away his long sword, turned around and walked towards Hao Ren, but before he could even take a step, Heatherana yelled, "Stand still! Check the code first!"
How can the old-fashioned old hunter keep up with the thinking of the little bat spirit? Immediately froze: "What password?"
Heather Anna crossed her hips: "Where did Napoleon die in the end? Who was the President of the United States in 1962? What is Bai Huo's favorite book?"
Hasselblad couldn't laugh or cry (his face didn't have these two expressions): "Napoleon died on St. Helena Island. In 1962, the US president was Kennedy. He died in 1963. Bai Huo usually likes to watch it the most...cough Cough..."
Speaking of which, the old hunter coughed unnaturally twice, and tried to straighten his back: "It is the "Encyclopedia of Potion Preparation" that I gave her."
Heather Anna squinted at the old hunter: "Do you dare to touch your conscience and say it again?"
"Okay it's comics..."
"Okay, okay," Hao Ren interrupted when he saw the little bat was almost noisy, "this is not the time to joke - the witcher will send someone over anytime, after all, their commander-in-chief is here to fight people gone."
Hasselblad walked over and dragged the other self in history, and said while dragging: "Well. I suspect that 'I' came here to check the pollution of these radiation fogs. At this time, the frontal offensive of the Temple of Poseidon has ended , the next few days will be the period when the crusaders rely on uninterrupted bombardment of magic cannons to destroy the big barrier. At this time, it is not necessary for the highest officer to take command in person, so 'I' only have time to come here. We are here The fighting movement in the area is not small, and these demon hunters have not returned for a long time, I am afraid that they will soon attract attention."
"What are you going to do with him?" Hao Ren glanced at the other Hasselblad that was being dragged by Hasselblad's hand, with a rather exciting expression, "Kill him? If you don't want to do it, let me do it."
"Wait, you can't kill," Hasselblad immediately shot to stop, but it was not because he couldn't bear to kill "himself", "You don't understand the situation of the crusaders—a commander like me, when he enters the battlefield, his body will There is a constant warning spell, which is bound to the soul. Once the supreme commander is killed, the spell will be activated, and then the entire legion will be alerted. This spell can even pass on the specific location coordinates and the general data of the enemy. This is also Why didn't I kill you just now, that's what I was afraid of."
He forgot to mention one more thing, that is, due to the changes in the situation, his best choice next is to replace this historical version of "himself" and infiltrate the command center of the crusaders, let alone kill the 44 BC version Hasselblad, otherwise he ran out alive and kicking when the death notice was issued for the whole army, so how could he not reveal his secrets
Hao Ren also thought of this, and he smacked his lips: "Tsk... this spell works as long as the host is alive?"
"Yeah, just stay alive, it's mostly a death alarm," Hasselblad nodded, "What's your idea?"
"Tie him up first to prevent him from running around," Hao Ren said as he opened his portable space, took out various restraints and put them on the unconscious 44 BC Hasselblad, "then let's hide him... "
Hassu couldn't help getting goosebumps when he saw the shackles that Hao Ren took out. He clearly remembered that in 1400 AD, these shackles bound him all the way, and these shackles It also reminded him of the humiliating experience of being hit by Lily...
He shook his head, throwing these not-so-honorable memories aside: "Are you going to take him into your portable space?"
Hao Ren waved his hands: "No, I'm worried about a bug. We will see Vivienne soon. When Vivienne wakes up, all things that belong to this time and space and not our team will become information fragments. If we Forgot to let him out of the portable space, God knows what will happen to him in that special space. And even if I don’t, I don’t feel at ease to put such an uncontrollable factor into my portable space—when I caught you There is really no way to come in, I am not so reckless in normal times."
If it wasn't for the facial paralysis, Hasselblad would have blown his beard and stared at him by now!
"Don't worry, I have a safer way..."
While talking, Hao Ren tied up the BC version of Hasselblad tightly to ensure that the other party would not be able to move a finger even if he woke up, while the friends next to him were a little curious. I looked around, but I couldn't find any safe hiding place at all: Now that the entire Mount Olympus has been controlled by the demon hunters, and the passage to Hades has also collapsed, where else can people hide in this enemy's stronghold?
Then they saw Hao Ren take out a heavy cruise missile as huge as a water tower from the portable space...
Hao Ren looked smug: "I dismantled the warhead, it's big enough to fit a person inside, and a set of anti-radiation shields can be put in to prevent the people inside from being killed when the missile shuttles through the radiation cloud. What do you guys think of my idea of a Hasselblad cruising around Mount Olympus?"
Hasselblad stared at Hao Ren's face, and held back a sentence for a while: "I haven't dug your family's grave, have I?"
Being able to make such a cold joke out of such a paralyzed + old-fashioned person is enough to show Hao Daguan's ability.
"Do it urgently, don't worry about it so much," Hao Ren waved his hand grandly, and directed the two autonomous machines to stuff the BC version of Hasselblad, which was in a deep coma, into the empty compartment of the cruise missile's warhead. "I was riding outside the missile before, and you still have a private room."
Hasselblad: "..."
While everyone was looking up, the heavy cruise missile temporarily named "Hasselblad One" let out a huge roar, spewed flames and slowly rose into the sky, and plunged into the endlessly surging radiation clouds over Mount Olympus. .
Once they got into the high-energy cloud, even if the witchers saw such a thing rising into the sky, they couldn't shoot it down.
For quite a long time, the Witcher Legion will not find out that their supreme commander has disappeared, and a "fake" has been mixed into their chain of command.
Almost at the same time as the missile was lifted into the air, Hao Ren sensed several powerful spiritual forces focusing in this direction, and then Lily wrinkled her nose: "Someone is approaching this way, and the number is more than a hundred."
Hao Ren nodded slightly, and looked at the old hunter beside him: "Hasselblad, I'll leave it to you."
The old hunter looked serious: "Don't worry, I am confident that I will open a path for you."
"Then you have to be careful." In this case, the conflict between the demon hunter and the alien is no longer a problem, and Heather Anna, who took the overall situation into consideration, reminded, "Although you are indeed their real commander. , but after all, there is a time difference of two thousand years, you are not a fake, you have become a fake, so don't expose it. If the situation is not good, follow the previous plan and find a way to break out and meet at the light path platform."
The old hunter turned around and left everyone waving his back: "Don't worry about me, I commanded this battle two thousand years ago, and I am still the leader of the Crusaders today."
Seeing Hasselblad's back gradually drifting away, Hao Ren couldn't help feeling: "...the old guy is pretty good at playing handsome."
Lily: "Why does it feel like there is a flag that never comes back?"
Hessiana: "Ahem, can you two have a good talk?"
On the other side, after Hasselblad left, he accelerated his speed, flashed and sprinted all the way, and finally intercepted those old subordinates from two thousand years ago on the way.
Looking at the familiar faces in front of him, the old hunter suddenly felt a little emotional.
In normal history, nearly half of these faces are lost forever—they fell in the flames of Ragnarok before the curse faded away.
However, here, in this distorted time and space, these former comrades-in-arms are still alive. Although they are just some fragmented and short-lived historical phantoms, at least in this small period of time and space, they are truly standing here.
"Elder!" A master witcher saw Hasselblad and stopped walking immediately, "We just saw a strange thing coming from over there..."
"Don't worry, it's the 'gadget' of the remnants of Olympus," Hasselblad interrupted the other party with a wave of his hand. The memory of two thousand years ago came back to his mind, and he knew what tone and tone he should use at this moment. Speaking with grace, "The guy who controls that thing has been purified by me."
"What about Master Felix who is with you?"
"I asked them to patrol other places to see if there are any similar escaped fish," Hasselblad said in a normal tone, "Go back to the headquarters, I just discovered something, our patrol routes and guard posts need to be fixed immediately. Make adjustments."