Bolton said shyly, "It's nothing, just worldly achievements."
Qingchen asked, "Where's Flash? I'm very grateful for his help last time. I wonder how he is?"
Bolton responded, "I've made him my head butler, so don't worry, parents, no one can touch him. I owe him a lot this time; without him, I might be dead."
Qingchen nodded: "I trust Shanguang's character. I hope you can continue to work together to create brilliance. Alright, go level up."
Qingchen was still a little uncomfortable praising himself in front of others, so he quickly ended the chat. As Bolton's idol, he needed to maintain his mystery and dignity...
Moreover, and most importantly, he was pressed for time; after meeting Bolton, he had to meet with another person.
After Bolton and the others left, an F-rank blank account came over: "Hehe."
Qingchen looked at Zhongyu and saw that the other party was still using his own appearance, no matter how many times his account was deleted.
Zhong Yu said, "In this past week, I have killed a total of 371 people, including three priests and three barons..."
Qingchen sighed and shook his head: "Too slow."
Zhong Yu raised an eyebrow: "What are you talking about? Do you know that all those above the rank of marquis are now under the protection of the Fate Master? If someone tries to kill them, the Fate Master will definitely be able to sense it in advance. I'm already doing quite well if I can kill three barons. You've never been an enemy of the Fate Master. If you had, you would know."
Hmm, Qing Chen pondered. Is the oppressive aura of this group of Fate Masters really that strong? Even a mad demigod like Zhong Yu has to choose to temporarily avoid their sharp edge.
Qing Chen said, "Have you seen the news about the attack on Outpost No. 9?"
Zhong Yu paused for a moment, then said, "I saw it."
Qing Chen: "That was my plan, leading the attack of the Giant Dynasty. In that battle, we destroyed hundreds of airships and tore apart many soldiers at the outpost. The Fate Master knew about our actions in advance, so he set up defensive measures, but we still managed to escape unscathed. Even the giants who were left behind escaped."
Zhong Yu fell silent.
Qing Chen continued, "Have you seen the news about the attack on the Third Division?"
Zhong Yu hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "I saw it."
Qing Chen said, "I orchestrated this attack by the giants. Of the 8,000 men in the Third Division, 6,000 were killed. We also killed 131 B-level gene warriors and escaped unscathed. Not a single giant died. Now, I have become a friend of the Prophet of the Giant Dynasty and will launch an even larger-scale attack on the Roosevelt Kingdom."
Qing Chen glanced sideways at the evil demigod: "So, how does everything I've done compare to you...?"
Zhong Yu was completely silenced by Qing Chen.
After a long pause, Zhongyu said, "The army I'm following is also heading in the direction of the Third Division, but their mission isn't direct warfare, but specifically to counter the giants' attacks on our rear. I suspect there must be charlatans in the army who can predict the time and place of the attacks."
Qing Chen frowned; this had indeed caused him a lot of trouble.
"How did you come to know the Giant Prophet? Why were you able to lead the Giants to kill the Roosevelt Kingdom's army?" Zhong Yu asked a question that came from the depths of his soul.
Qing Chen smiled mysteriously: "There are many things about me that you don't know. So, I'm asking you now, if you and I were to join forces to rule the Western Continent, who should be the king? There can only be one king, so of course the one with the greatest merit should be the king. Why don't you give up the idea of comparing and just be a duke?"
"Bullshit! What's so great about being a duke!" Zhongyu immediately logged off to figure out how to kill someone, without even saying a word to Xixi.
...
...
After a brutal attack, the number of men in the Third Division was reduced from 8,000 to 2,000.
However, when Bolton requested a withdrawal and reinforcements from headquarters, the army group headquarters refused and demanded that they arrive at the B79 and B80 areas by a specified time.
Bolton was furious when he received the order, but he had no choice but to do it.
Return countdown 06:00:00.
At night, the Third Division set up camp in area A28 and waited for dawn.
Qing Chen sat by the campfire, speaking to He Jinqiu with a ferocious expression. He Jinqiu's face also looked very unpleasant.
From a distance, it looks like two people arguing.
The Fifth Princess's men quietly reported this matter to higher authorities.
But if they got closer, they could hear Qingchen asking through gritted teeth, "Want to go hunting? The food at the Third Division is terrible. Let's hunt a wild boar."
He Jinqiu replied with a solemn expression, "You eat it yourself. I have late-stage cancer and can't eat meat anymore."
"It's time to go back. Where is Boss He in the real world?" Qing Chen asked.
“He was practicing in a villa in the suburbs of New York,” He Jinqiu responded. “The Kingdom Organization probably didn’t expect anyone to dare to hide in New York, so they didn’t search for him.”
Just then, a little monkey swung down from the treetop. It quietly emerged from the canopy and made a few hand gestures when it saw Qingchen raise his head.
Qing Chen was stunned. The giant had actually asked him to meet in the Forbidden Forest tonight.
The little monkey understood what he meant and swung away again.
He Jinqiu, who was standing to the side, said, "They must have summoned a giant with telepathic abilities to come here, to sense your malice and goodwill towards the giant, and also to see if what you are saying is true."
"I see," Qingchen nodded. "What if I fail the test?"
“Then let’s have a fight,” He Jinqiu said casually.
Countdown 01:00:00.
The Third Division's camp had fallen silent.
Qing Chen got up and quietly slipped away from the patrolling soldiers, running into the Forbidden Forest.
After running for a full thirty minutes, I finally saw several huge figures sitting together, talking in hushed tones.
Qing Chen slowly walked over: "What do you want with me so late at night? Are you here to verify whether what I said is true or false?"
The giants stood up, and in the dappled moonlight, they stared intently at Qing Chen.
"Hey hey!"
(Are you the friend mentioned in the prophet's prophecy?)
Hehehe!
(This is the person mentioned in the great prophecy!)
Qing Chen was stunned for a moment.
He specifically told Kuangfeng not to say anything carelessly: "How do you know my identity?"
Hey Hey Cloud replied, “On its way back to the kingdom, the Gale told us the secret and instructed us not to spread it. But we wanted to see you and see what our friend from the great prophecy looks like.”
Just then, another giant appeared in the distance, staring intently at Qing Chen: "Crack!"
(Are you the friend from the great prophecy that the gale mentioned? Hello, I am General Kacha, the vanguard general!)
Qingchen was shocked. He could even imagine Kuangfeng whispering to everyone he met on his way back, "I'll tell you a secret."
Kuangfeng Lei, that big mouth!
Moreover, the current situation is completely different from what He Jinqiu described.
These giants aren't here to inspect him; they're clearly here to idolize him!
In fact, Qing Chen was unaware that the previous generation of giant prophets was incredibly noble. The final prophecy he made for the giant race after burning the rest of his life had been passed down orally for 130 years.
For 130 years, the giants hoped to escape the oppression of the Roosevelt regime and waited for the friend in the great prophecy.
This 'friend from the great prophecy' is really too famous.
Therefore, although Qing Chen knew that he had a special status among the giants, he was not yet aware of just how special he was.
The next moment, Ai Ai Yun seemed a little embarrassed and said, "Could you let me see the lightning in your palm, and your golden eyes?"
Qingchen was helpless, like a circus performer putting on a show for them.
When the giants saw the dancing arcs of electricity and the magma deep within Qingchen's pupils, they exclaimed in amazement, "Wow!"
So shocked that he couldn't even speak his own language.
After the performance, Kacha asked, "Could you carve your name on my arm with a bone knife?"
Qing Chen was filled with awe. This giant race not only tore people apart for fun, but even their signatures were so crude.
He declined, saying, "Let's forget about this..."
Kacha's expression held a hint of regret: "When will you come to visit the Black Leaf Plains Royal Court? I will certainly treat you to the finest fruits and meats. By the way, my sister is not yet married..."
Qing Chen quickly waved his hand: "Stop talking, stop talking. Also, could you remind the other giants that my identity needs to be kept secret for now and can't be leaked any further?"
Kacha quickly replied, "Yes, yes, we'll remind the others to keep it a secret."
Chapter 859, The Prophecy of Forbidden Objects
return.
In the cold, late night at Everest Base Camp, a group of well-trained mountaineers arrived.
They moved silently through the tents, trying not to disturb anyone. Everyone wore masks and baseball caps to conceal their true faces.
These people don't look like mountain climbers; they look more like a group of soldiers.
Unlike ordinary mountaineers, this mountaineering team was exceptionally large; while others formed teams of eight, they formed teams of over a hundred.
Moreover, along with these mountaineers, there was a professional support team of over 100 people, more than 20 of whom were Sherpas.
What's a bit strange is that even with such a strong support team, these people didn't slack off and direct the support team to do their work. Instead, they built tents, communication centers, and cooked meals on their own.
These people even went to great lengths to move stones and build a wall around their camp, with people taking turns standing guard while they slept at night.
Their arrival eventually alerted the other hikers in the camp.
Keen observers noticed that some members of the professional support team accompanying this group were carrying firearms.
Moreover, although the markings on some of the dark green boxes carried by this team had been wiped away with sandpaper, veterans still recognized them as boxes specifically used to hold RPG rockets...
Judging by this firepower configuration, someone who doesn't know the situation might think that this is a head of state from some country climbing Mount Everest.
Hu Xiaoniu stood in his own camp, listening to the bubbling sound coming from the small iron pot beside him. Chen Zhuoqu, standing next to him, was calmly breaking up compressed biscuits and throwing them into the pot.
"Is there anything unusual?" Hu Xiaoniu asked.
Chen Zhuoqu shook her head: "There's nothing unusual in the camp. Master has already paved the way."
After the grueling training camp, all the members of the Cavaliers' reserves lost a significant amount of weight.
The seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boys and girls, who used to have chubby cheeks, now all have dark complexions and sharp facial features.
Chen Zhuoqu's jawline looks as if it were sculpted with a chisel, making her overall demeanor appear even sharper.