Go Tell That to the Germans!

Belgrade, the capital of Serbia.

This is the mansion of the renowned philanthropist, Mr. Kirov.

Mr. Kirov had a wonderful time in the previous week.

He landed the most important deal of his entire career, from a major China client. Over the next few days, he witnessed the birth of a legend and learned that the world was not as ordinary as it seemed. Through this deal, he gained access to higher levels of influence, was invited to the Kremlin, his business became more formalized, and he made many new friends.

But it also meant the loss of freedom in a certain sense.

All of this stemmed from a new friend introduced to him by one of his regular customers. In China terms, it's called "fate," and in Western terms, it's called "destiny." If he had missed that call or had refused the order because he was in a bad mood, everything would have been different.

He couldn't say whether it was good or bad.

But there are no "what ifs" in this world, only predetermined and unchangeable outcomes.

As a result, he loved China, and he had a very, very good chieftain friend named Kang De.

Today, as he was smoking a cigar and preparing gifts, goods, and humanitarian supplies for his best chief friend, he received a call from him.

Before he could offer his warmest greetings, a voice from the soul suddenly rang out. "Kirov! Translator!"

After listening to it a few more times, this phrase will probably be etched into my DNA.

Damn, who is it this time?

Kirov shuddered and instinctively said, "Wait a moment, my friend."

He picked up the telephone on the table and dialed an internal number. "Come to my room."

Two minutes later, the Serbia elite translator who had been previously hired to work for Kang De entered the room and said, "Boss, you wanted to see me?"

Because he was invited to the Kremlin, he received a more formal job and was given a long-term position. This was a kindness from Kirov, because otherwise, the conscientious and professional translator might have run into some trouble because he knew too much.

Now, the translator has become Russia citizen, his wife has a clerical job in Russia government agency, their child attends one of the best primary schools in Moscow, and they own a beautiful apartment in downtown Moscow... It's not so bad, really.

Kirov had already plugged his phone into the speakerphone and picked up the earphones. "Your work again..."

Before he could finish speaking, his face darkened, because those entering the room were not only the translator, but also his new friends. His capable assistant, Dimitri, had been sent to Comora to serve Kang De, and the Kremlin had introduced him to some new friends to help him carry out his work better.

Two Russia in sharp suits gestured to him, then sat down to the side, pressed their earpieces, and pretended to listen. The translator obediently put on the earpiece. As a Serbia who had experienced war and turmoil, he had long since lost all arrogance and resentment.

Kirov sighed, "Brother, doesn't Moyani have a translator?"

The two Russia gave him a cold look.

"The only person I know who speaks French is the King, so it wouldn't be convenient for him to come." Kang De's voice regained the coldness and indifference he had when he first Comora, sending a chill down Kirov's spine.

And... French?

"Has it been translated yet!?"

The voice already sounded a little impatient.

A Russia man lifted the translator's stool, and the translator jumped. "At your service, sir."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

... here we go again.

The interpreter shrugged and said, "Sir, he is panicked, angry, and incredulous about what has happened and what is about to happen."

As he said this, he looked at Kirov, his eyes conveying a meaning.

Who's the poor soul this time?

Then came a dull thud from the headphones and speakers—the sound of a head kissing the table. Kirov recognized it; he often used this friendly opening line when chasing debts and negotiating.

"Tell him I need to speak with his superior... Get me connected with the France president!"

The next moment, the interpreter choked on his saliva and coughed loudly. Kirov straightened up abruptly, but the Russia behind him immediately stepped forward, grabbed his shoulder, and made a threatening gesture.

--Shut up and keep listening.

Another Russia gently patted the interpreter on the shoulder.

The interpreter translated Kang De's words with some trembling.

Immediately afterwards, a France's muffled roar came through the phone.

"I formally warn you that, according to international conventions, an embassy is equivalent to the territory of that country. You have invaded and attacked the territory of the Fifth Republic of Fr*nce, provoking this great nation. You cannot bear this responsibility!"

The interpreter quickly provided simultaneous translation.

One of the Russia simply left the room.

"Of course I know, but it's just equivalent, Mr. Ambassador. I have no intention of making things difficult for you or tormenting you, nor will I force you to betray your country. I only need you to act as a mouthpiece to convey the request for a call to your country. I still hold a certain respect for the permanent members of the Security Council, which is why I am here."

Sweat had already soaked the translator's face.

Perhaps this friendly rhetoric gave Fr*nce a false impression, as he became even more assertive, saying, "Absolutely not! This is kidnapping and aggression. Furthermore, you are merely a China civilian; you have no right or qualification to speak with our president. I can only relay your message to my superiors..."

A loud bang.

A strange whistling sound suddenly came through the headphones, as if something was burning or twisting—a sound never heard before, but one thing was certain: something had happened... stemming from anger.

The ambassador's panicked shouts rang out.

"Idiot, who do you think you're talking to?"

This time, Kang De's voice had changed, becoming vast, deep, and majestic, as if a powerful force had distorted his tone. "If you want to play these diplomatic games, fine."

"Now, tell your supreme leader—humanity's most powerful superhuman—that he must speak to him!"

Immediately following was the soft sound of a sharp blade slicing through something.

"I'm calling you to give you France face; don't make me do it another way."

There was a silence of about a minute.

The France ambassador's voice slowly rang out. "Fine... you won't regret it."

Upon hearing this, the expressions on the faces of Kirov's men became extremely complicated.

They didn't know what happened on the other end of the phone, what kind of power Kang De displayed, or what methods he used, nor what the France actually saw. All they knew was that when he heard the self-proclaimed "humanity's strongest superhuman," the France ambassador didn't even let out a single sarcastic laugh.

Instead, they chose to compromise.

The France ambassador immediately contacted the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and then the cabinet urgently reported the matter. Perhaps due to the current delicate situation and juncture, or perhaps due to a guilty conscience, this almost childish request was actually approved.

The France ambassador turned on his computer and started a remote video conference.

Kang De stared at the white man on the screen, while the white man's eyes were fixed on the light blade on Kang De's arm.

You are not the President of France.

It's normal for that white man to speak Chinese. In today's international climate, countries that view China as a challenger, enemy, and adversary will recruit more and more "China experts."

"I am Claude Kohler, Secretary General of the Presidential Palace. The President cannot speak directly with you. The France government does not acknowledge this call; all video and audio recordings are fabricated..."

"Save your breath, you white pig." Kang De placed his phone on the table, kicked the France ambassador aside, braced himself on the table, approached the camera, and a fiery Phoenix Flame flashed in his eyes.

"What do you think I'm here for? To get your president to say something, then preserve evidence—audio and video recordings—and threaten to upload them online?"

He said in a deep voice, "The human network is illusory, technology is full of flaws, and text, sound, and images composed of data are full of the possibility of forgery. They are also easily swallowed up by more information garbage and tampered with and controlled by a higher will—so they are meaningless and cannot become a dagger to pierce the enemy's heart. Only that idiot Big Bob would bluff like that. I am not like him. I am not here to negotiate."

The Secretary-General asked, "So what brings you here?"

"Clear up a misunderstanding."

"A misunderstanding?" Upon hearing this, the Secretary-General was taken aback at first, then revealed a reserved smile, even raising his chin slightly. "Our government should not have any misunderstanding with the strongest superhuman in the world."

Kang De stared at the person on the screen, as if he could look them directly in the eye. "I know your plans, I see through your schemes. Selfish, foolish, making deals with the devil, courting your own destruction. You've reached a secret agreement with Big Bob. Don't rush to deny it. I'm not here to negotiate, nor do I intend to argue with you. I've said I'm here to clear up misunderstandings and, incidentally, to inform you..."

He calmly said, "Give Big Bob to me."

The person on the screen was stunned for a moment, and laughter could even be faintly heard from the other end. The secretary-general, suppressing a laugh, said, "You barged into the embassy, wanting to see the president, just to say this?"

"I'm simply returning it as it is. I don't expect you to obey me with just a few words. Just as I stopped expecting anything from your intelligence after learning the truth about the Battle of Comora."

"I believe that before today, if a terrorist had demanded the life of a China citizen from you, you certainly wouldn't have agreed. But now you're tempted. The reason you're tempted isn't because his threat is terrifying enough, nor because his offer is tempting enough. The reason boils down to just one thing: you feel he's stronger and poses a greater threat, while I pose no threat to you."

Believe me, this is truly a huge misunderstanding.

Judging from his expression, tone of voice, and eyes, Kang De was undoubtedly quite sincere.

He said, "I'm here today to clear up this misunderstanding."

The Secretary-General then understood what Kang De meant by "misunderstanding." He was not there to beg for mercy, nor was he there to swallow his pride and make peace. His seemingly calm and even humble exterior concealed extreme arrogance.

He felt offended, especially by his skin color, his race, and his language.

The secretary-general's smile vanished, and his eyes turned cold. "Is this a threat?"

"That's right, you're only understanding now?"

Kang De said, "You agree to Big Bob's conditions because you're afraid he'll turn Africa into a wasteland, reveal the world's secrets, and plunge the world into chaos—aren't you afraid I'll do the same? Aren't you afraid I'll turn your countries into wastelands, afraid I'll spread this secret?"

"You're tempted by the ancient technology Big Bob offers, aren't you afraid I'll send you back to the Industrial Age?"

"You all covet Big Bob's secret to immortality, aren't you afraid I'll make you all die young?!"

At this point, his voice already contained an indescribable shock and terror, even causing the secretary-general on the other end of the video to involuntarily take a step back.

Kang De looked at him with disdain, as if he were a tiny reptile. "No, you are not afraid, which is why you are so unscrupulous. For the long-term stability of your regime, for the happiness of your people, let me clear up this misunderstanding... I will show you who you should be afraid of."

" --Kang De!"

The Secretary-General was filled with shame and rage at his previous involuntary weakness. He roared, "The one speaking to you is one of the five most powerful nations on this planet, a long-established superpower with a tradition of strategic nuclear weapons and nuclear-powered aircraft carriers! Do you think you're the only one? You..."

Kang De said calmly, "I'm not here to argue with you. Your plan is easy to guess: send Big Bob eastward to destroy everything, abduct people, and even kill until he approaches Moyani territory, harms the Comora People, and triggers internal turmoil and backlash within the Comora. Then, you'll exert external pressure, force me, provoke me, and make me blinded by rage, stepping into the trap that Big Bob and you have set together."

"Let me make it clear to you, for every one person who dies in Comora, ten of you Fr*nce will die. Start with the old aristocrats, officials, and the wealthy. If that doesn't work, we'll all have to fight one last world war."

"Now, you can let Big Bob go."

"We can have a competition to see if he gets to Moyani first, or I get to Paris first."

As he finished speaking, he picked up his phone and turned to leave.

Behind him, the Secretary General roared, "Kang De! Fr*nce will not yield to any threats!"

Kang De stopped and turned his head slightly, sneering, "You should say that to the Germany."

Then he left.

On the other end of the video, inside the Presidential Palace in Fr*nce, in the Military Intelligence Office, the impotent and furious Secretary-General was about to unleash a torrent of curses when he suddenly froze in shock. This caused everyone involved in the video analysis—the Intelligence Department, the Interministerial Intelligence Committee, the Directorate-General for External Security, and the various departmental teams—to widen their eyes in disbelief.

In the video, as Kang De turns and walks further away, the camera begins to shake slightly. Then, everything around him—the floor, walls, windows, murals—is invisibly collapsing and disappearing, as if being devoured, torn apart, vanished, and banished little by little by an unseen behemoth.

The video shows the ambassador screaming. He can be seen in the corners, backing away, but still falling to the second floor along the disappearing floorboards. Screams from the embassy echo, along with the sounds of collapse and falling. Everything is vanishing into thin air, disintegrating little by little. You can see the smooth surfaces of objects, and the electrical wires and network cables buried in the walls are also disappearing. Everything is disappearing bit by bit.

What kind of force is annihilating all of this?

They watched as Kang De walked away, stepping on the crumbling floor, intense flames swirling around him, and a dark, deep black light emanating from his body. In the interplay of light and shadow, his sacred yet ethereal figure vanished like a stream of light, leaving behind only a desolate exile.

The video signal was completely interrupted.

The silence lasted for a full half minute.

Then the relevant France elites came to their senses, and amidst the uproar, they contacted the embassy, mobilized satellites, reviewed the video footage, and analyzed the details. However, a terrifying question remained unspoken by anyone.

Where did he go? What is he going to do?

The France leader, watching all this remotely from his private office with cabinet officials, forcefully overturned all the documents on his desk.

The door was being pounded on. After the official closest to the door opened it, a civilian secretary walked in and exclaimed, "Mr. President, a call from the Kremlin!"

Then, more voices emerged.

"Mr. President, a call from the White House..."

Downing Street...

"North..."

"--Enough! Get out! Let me do it one thing at a time!" the president roared. "Satellites! Warships! Troops! Radar! Missiles! And monsters like this China! High alert!"

After kicking everyone out of the house, he picked up his phone and dialed the number. "You've messed up! You idiot! Stop what you're doing right now! Shut up! I'm not listening to your nonsense. You better not become any more trouble until we resolve this problem! Otherwise, I'll deal with you first!"

Kang De stepped into the western airport of the White Mist World.

He briefly explained what he had done to Iron Son.

"I've already conveyed similar sentiments back home. The phone wasn't switched off earlier, and Kirov heard it. Kirov knows, the Russia government knows, and now the France know. United Kingdom and the United States will inevitably know as well. The five permanent members of the Security Council are on high alert, anxiously trying to contact me, reassure me, or waiting to see what kind of commotion I'll cause. They must be incredibly angry, but also extremely uneasy, because the unknown is what's truly terrifying..."

He looked at Horus and said, "According to the secret plan between the Westerners and Big Bob would probably send locusts eastward by now. But now that the France have been intimidated by me, and with the other four permanent members of the Security Council keeping them in check, this pressure will inevitably fall on Big Bob. At least until I take any action, they will definitely try their best to keep Big Bob in check—because now it's my turn to play my hand!"

"They won't make a move until they see whether the card I play is high or low."

"And this, at the very least, can buy me..." Kang De glanced at the time, "... ten to twelve hours."

He had just racked his brains to design a scene, using his own abilities in conjunction with the cool magic he got from another world. It should be enough to intimidate the Westerners who see him as a body-enhancing soldier king.

The unknown is the most terrifying.

Horus asked, "Father, aren't you going to Paris?"

Kang De countered, "What would I go there for?"

I thought my father would launch Mass Projection in Paris.

"Then nobody will survive," Kang De said softly. "I don't want to do that either."

"Then... we can launch a show of force into uninhabited areas, such as at sea."

Kang De shook his head and said, "It's not a question of where to attack, Horus. Earth is different from the other world. The other world has gods, and people are used to legendary heroes and unparalleled powerhouses. Forbidden Spell exist and are not unimaginable. On the other hand, humans on Earth have only mastered nuclear weapons for a few decades, using them to maintain peace between their species and the world. They understand the significance of strategic deterrent weapons better than the people of the other world."

"Therefore, I would be even less tolerant of a mere mortal launching such an attack anytime, anywhere... Once this ability is exposed, no government will tolerate it, and war will inevitably break out, even our own country will not allow it... I have no confidence, no time, and no motivation to wage a war of conquest."

"Furthermore, it's important to distinguish between primary and secondary matters."

"Even if we launch Mass Projection to temporarily intimidate the nations, my greatest enemy is Big Bob. Intimidating France will not help in capturing this guy; on the contrary, it will scare him into hiding. If he escapes, he will be even harder to catch. I don't have time to waste on Earth with him. In the end, killing Big Bob is the top priority. After dealing with Big Bob, I will give the France a big surprise."

"So, after putting on a grand show in front of the permanent members of the Security Council, of course they turned and ran." Kang De picked up the half-sack of locusts left in the White Mist World, "Let them be on high alert, activate all radars, fleets, and hidden forces, and wait for me to come knocking."

The portal opened.

"We'll go back to the other world. We still have enough time before they realize what's happening."

Although there is still a challenge from the dragons in the other world, we can't worry about that for now.

Horus transformed into a steel exoskeleton, equipping Kang De's shoulders and back. The balance tipped, the time difference reversed, and Kang De crossed the portal, returning to the other world and back to his room in Goth's Maple Leaf Palace.

The morning sun shone down, filling Tina's bedroom with fragrance. The young girl sat at her dressing table, gently combing her cascading blonde hair. When she saw Kang De return, she smiled broadly.

The A Xing had already nudged over.

But they all noticed Kang De's solemn expression and their faces immediately changed.

"What's wrong?"

Kang De, speaking softly to Tina who approached him, asked, "May I borrow Goth's power?"

The girl was taken aback at first, then took Kang De's hand, her smile gentle and beautiful, "Goth People have been waiting for this day for a long time."

The royal messengers scattered in all directions.

The Grand Duke's orders were relayed throughout the city.

An hour later, led by Tina, who was dressed formally, Kang De arrived at a spire building in the southwest of the Maple Leaf Palace. The building was surrounded by magical light, and the Element in the air were complex and unified. According to Tina, this was the Goth Ministry of Justice, where the wisest people in the country gathered.

They entered, turned through the corridor, and came to a large gate. An elderly man in fine clothes with white hair and beard was already standing at the door, and he gave them a very standard aristocratic greeting.

"Lord Kang De, everyone has arrived. Please allow me to show you the way."

Kang De glanced at Tina, Tina took a step back and smiled, "Let's go in."

Aren't you coming?

"Kang De, go on, you're speaking to Goth."

Kang De seemed lost in thought, while Tina pulled A Xing away. He turned back, and the old man said no more. He reached out and pushed open the door, and soft light poured in from it. The aisle below, the magnificent hall, and the surrounding high platforms on both sides were faintly visible, where many people were seated.

"Gentlemen, quiet! Stand up!"

The old man had already entered, his voice loud and clear, echoing throughout the hall.

"The one who comes is Lord Kang De, the Lord of the Divine Ring of Stellar Authority, the Enemy of Twilight Moon, the Great Forbidden Spell Spellcaster, the Guardian of Chang'an's Watch, the Dragon of Cathay, the Defender of Danfeng Lucerne, and the Savior of all Goth People!"

He paved the way for Kang De, announcing his name.

"Goth People, to you we extend our gratitude and respect!"

The old man walked to the end of the corridor, turned sideways, and bent over.

Kang De paused for a moment, then slowly smiled.

He strode past the old man and walked to the podium in front of him. The semi-circular stone ring served as a railing. As he stepped forward, a dazzling light shone along the magic patterns, and the podium, equipped with Levitation Stone, rose into the air and hovered in the sky ahead.

He stood on the platform and looked around. The circular seats around him were full of people, their robes of various colors. Some he knew, some he didn't. There were law professors from various universities, ministers of the Legal Department, tower masters of various mage towers, leaders of mage legions, and even priests from the Church of the Sun.

Everyone stood up and bowed to him.

The wisest and most powerful pioneers, powerful individuals, and researchers of this continent, the essence of Goth's wisdom, gathered here. The power of the elements danced here, and the echoes of wisdom resonated here.

He used to be an introverted person and would get nervous speaking in front of a lot of people, but now that he is being watched by these people, Kang De's mindset has changed. The pressure and anger he felt from Big Bob and the five permanent members of the United Nations Security Council have completely disappeared.

He said, "Goth People!"

Everyone looked at him.

There was no disdain, only respect and recognition.

"This is not about asking for anything in return; I'm simply here to borrow your wisdom and strength, which is contained in this package."

Extraction, the bag in his hand suddenly shattered, and the locusts scattered and fled.

The void stagnates, controlled by mental power, spatially imprisoned, locked by holy light, and even the wind is grasped— the Mage Hand.

Various kinds of radiance, Magic Power and spiritual power intertwined in the void. The spellcasters in the seats manipulated powerful magic at will, gathering it into an invisible force of control. Locusts were seized by invisible hands and pulled to their sides. Magicians, Arcane, naturalists, druids and priests from various schools of thought possessed thousands of years of experience, accumulation, records and cases from other worlds, using mystery to fight mystery.

Do you see that, Horus?

In no world am I fighting alone.

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PS1: This chapter is seven thousand words! Damn, I didn't even stop writing it, I'm even moved by my own words! Where are the razor blades and votes?!