The Lord of the Hunt: Thank God I Died Early, or I'd Have Been Hung Up and Beaten to a Pulp!

As dawn was about to break, His Highness Khufu arrived at the highest platform on the Sunship, accompanied by his loyal captain of the guard. The platform had originally housed the combat radar, but it had been flung away in the impact when the ship crashed. Some elite Sanghese soldiers were still searching nearby for the precious device.

The platform was therefore deserted, but Murphy stood there.

He had used one of the Sunship's armor-maintenance pods to remove his heavy Warlord armor. Now, wearing his exquisite-quality Grinlion leather armor, he stood at the edge of the platform with one hand on the railing, letting the night wind sweep through his long hair.

He gazed into the distance, seemingly waiting for a message to come back on the wind.

It was no exaggeration to say that the scene looked just like a thought-provoking sculpture, embodying certain ideas about war.

"Why are you standing here?"

His Highness Khufu asked softly, with a respectful air.

"This hardly suits the demeanor of a hero who just saved the continent. Shouldn't you be waiting for news of victory in the command room?"

"Victory is inevitable, Your Highness."

Murphy turned to look at the Sanghese crown prince, whose features were rather delicate. He brushed back his black hair as it fluttered in the wind and said,

"If we can't win after using the Scepter of God, then this world must be ready for destruction. It's the second most powerful weapon in the Creator's arsenal, after all."

"That thing can grievously wound or even kill a god, and it's only ranked second?"

His Highness Khufu exclaimed,

"With enough destructive power to reshape the landscape, it should surely count as a weapon against civilization itself."

"No, no. Reshaping the land and the direct impact and explosion are the