MTL - Players Please Respect Yourself-v2 Chapter 621 It is your right

   Chapter 621 This is your right

  The psychedelic blue border defines the size of the portal. This gate, which symbolizes the passage of life, is closing quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

   "No—" This time, Aum couldn't maintain his king's 'calm' and exclaimed.

  If he still has enough space system mages in his hand, maybe he can barely fight against them, but no matter how precious the magistrate's life is, when the battle line collapses, who can take care of it?

   I just lost a lot, where can I get enough mages now?

  Despair is befalling every Atlantean.

   At this time, the two generals and counts on Vico's side were completely unable to calm down.

   Leviathan, no matter how fierce, is not an adult after all. If you really want to fight with all your life, maybe you can give it a try. The key is that the man in black armor is bottomless!

   Deep and deep, he seems to exist, but also does not seem to exist.

   Until the moment you die, never wonder what cards such a man has.

   Besides, how could a man who can tame such a powerful evil **** and a top-level ocean beast be a weak chicken?

   The fiasco of the Grand Duke Louis and the army of Atlantis is not enough to prove it?

   The two counts riding on the Megalodon sweated.

At this time, Vico slowly came out and said loudly: "Arthur! Enough, don't scare my old friend. From the moment you made a name with the name Jason Momoa, I knew it was you. already."

   Huh Huh?

   Little question mark, do you have many friends?

   The two counts were surprised, but the one who was most surprised was Wang.

  Let me rub it, I have a relationship with the important minister on the opposite side?

  Wang Hao learned about the situation of the Atlantis Kingdom from the mouths of Louis' subordinate generals. Of course, he knew that there was a black-clothed prime minister Vico who was "under one person and more than ten thousand people".

   But now it sounds like the boss on the opposite side is his... elder! ?

Vikona's old-fashioned Fang's face showed a sincere genial smile, and even the wrinkles on his forehead stretched out: "Son, you have worked hard, you were chased by Aum's chasing troops, and you were once exiled to this bird who doesn't shit. In this hellish place, you can still kill a piece of sky. Sure enough, gold will shine no matter where it goes."

  Wang Hao: "..."

  Wang Hao and his men all threw their attention to the ceremony.

   Of course Wang Hao knew that as long as he gave an order, the group of sand sculpture players or his subordinates would rush up and tear up the old man who said he couldn't understand the words.

   But...what's this bloat?

   Wang Hao could feel that the body he merged with had a certain sense of excitement. Even if the soul of the former owner, Jason Momoa, has completely dissipated, the warm feeling that haunts the depths of the body will not deceive.

  Wang Hao didn't respond, but the two counts were a little more polite.

   Confessing the wrong person, this is not a hot face and a cold butt, the group will be destroyed in minutes!

"I know I'm sorry for you! I couldn't stop Aum from harming you at the beginning." Vico took a deep breath, his face full of bitterness: "It's the fault of us elders who can't protect you. Trana thought about it, she has done her best. These two are the guardian knights of your mother and queen. They have endured the most brutal torture and were demoted... But without them, your mother and queen would not be able to successfully meet your father Momma. …”

Vico didn't say anything, and the two generals next to him silently took off their armor, one exposed an arm that seemed to have been shaved by the fangs of a velociraptor and crisscrossed with scars, and the other exposed his right chest, which had no skin on it. Only the muscles pierced with rows of staples could be seen.

   Wang Hao was silent.

   He could feel the [Fate] coming.

   He's not Jason Momoa, and in theory he doesn't have to admit it.

   Once he thinks about it carefully, he understands that if he hadn't crossed over to such a powerful body as Jason Momoa, even if he could hold on to the title of "Redeemer" and not die, he would not have achieved today's achievements.

   Jason Momoa's exaggerated physical functions and his perfect fusion of water bloodlines are the biggest foundation for his seemingly endless rise in strength.

   Wang Hao finally spoke up, but his voice was not loud, but it spread over a thousand meters through his spiritual power.

"Uncle Vico, the Jason Momoa you know, died the moment he was abandoned in this [Land Forsaken by God], and even his soul dissipated. He prayed in despair, but responded The last request in his life is not the Atlanteans, but the land people you most despise."

  Wang Hao was forcing to tell the truth, but it sounded like he was pouring out anger no matter what.

  The players are also listening.

  For some unknown reason, the old players such as [Burning Dawn of the Sky] who had been from the crayfish people all the way to the present, suddenly felt a strong sense of pride - it turned out that we helped the boss to get ahead!

Wang Hao continued: "The bastard? Maybe! The current Jason Momoa not only has the blood of Atlantis, the blood of the land people, but also the blood of the black dragon and the blood of the [Lost Kingdom]. Sorry for being a bastard—"

The tone of    was flat, and the irony overflowing from the words was so strong that anyone could really hear it.

  Vico and the two old guardian knights were stunned on the spot.

   What shocked them even more was that the soldiers of the Abyss Legion did not respond. This is really hard to accept for the Atlanteans who have the supremacy of blood.

   This is the difference in values.

   Celestial players only have strength first, not to mention mixed blood, as long as they are strong enough, what if they are not human?

  When I played "Warcraft", so many people went to the tribe to play tauren and bones, isn't it because the talent is strong enough?

  Speaking of which, what about the pure blood of Aum? Isn't it beaten like a dog now?

  Fortunately, Wang Hao didn't let Vico and the others stay embarrassed for too long.

  Wang Hao has realized that this thing is the law of causality, he took Jason Momoa's body, even if it is a dedicated fighting body in this world, he must bear this karma.

"Oh! Forget it! Uncle Vico, I won't embarrass you. You will be treated as guests and treated by [Abyss City]. Of course, you can't stop me from killing Aum!" Wang Hao's eyes were frighteningly cold .

  The truth has long been revealed, Jason Momoa is actually a prince, and he is half-sister to the current King Aum.

   No matter what the reason is, since Aum will never let him go, Wang Hao, Wang Hao will definitely not be a virgin and forgive his 'brother'.

   He doesn't have such a brother. If he doesn't lift up the ashes of this thing, wouldn't he always be on guard against this thing going back and forth in the future?

Vico's mouth squirmed for a long time, remembering the horrific treatment Jason suffered in the past, Vico finally closed his eyes: "Son, no matter what your choice is, it is your right! I just hope that in the end you can understand, Revenge is not everything..."

   Before he even finished speaking, he felt the army of the abyss begin to pass him, rushing towards the remnants of Orm in the distance behind him.

   (end of this chapter)