One Who Drifts Ever Further Along the Path of Nihility.

"Can you stop laughing like that? You think I won't beat you up?"

The phrase "Mo Wang" brought tears to Cú Chulainn's eyes.

When has Cú Chulainn, a man of great stature, ever shown such an expression to anyone?!

If it weren't for the fact that you could take down a dragon with one hand, believe me, he wouldn't even give you a second glance.

What? You're asking him if he believes Mo Wang will beat him up? Of course he does.

There's no way around it; heroes are human too. Knowing how to see the truth is also a heroic act, isn't it?

"Ahem, senior, everyone must have been a little frightened by your appearance just now."

At this moment, Mashu came out and said to Mo Wang somewhat embarrassedly.

"Huh? You were startled?"

"Yes, after all, it was the first time everyone had ever seen their senior so angry."

The way Mo Wang beat up Black Joan just now was so bad that even Mashu and the others who had known Mo Wang for a while found it hard to believe that the guy who looked like Great Demon King was actually Mo Wang.

If we were to describe Mo Wang's usual impression on others, he would simply be a cheerful guy who likes to cause trouble and also enjoys slacking off.

However, the murderous intent emanating from Mo Wang just now was enough to make even Servant who had experienced countless battlegrounds tremble with fear.

Furthermore, everyone genuinely sensed that Mo Wang seemed angry about Black Joan's actions.

So this is the main reason why the Doggy and everyone else dare not make eye Mo Wang.

Normally, no one in the team dares to mess with Mo Wang, but now that he's angry, it's even worse.

For the sake of their own lives, everyone wisely chooses not to provoke Mo Wang.

Especially after seeing Black Joan's miserable state.

Few of the Servant present felt they could be stronger than Black Joan Alter, who had become the Dragon Witch and possessed Ruler-level authority, along with Fafnir.

"Oh, that one?"

Mo Wang recalled what had just happened and said somewhat irritably, "It's nothing, I was just a little agitated just now."

"To be honest, I am a little angry. But I wouldn't take it out on you guys, would I?"

"I said, is this really necessary? What kind of image do you have of me?"

Mo Wang started complaining again at this moment.

Especially that Cú Chulainn over there, didn't you see that just a moment ago, that guy had already moved himself behind a rock dozens of meters away again?

"Aha."

"That's hard to say."

Charlemagne gave an awkward but polite smile, while Red A simply turned his head away.

Does it need to be said what kind of image he has in the hearts of his group?

Can't this person have any self-awareness?

Calling you a demon would be too kind of you, wouldn't it?

"Speaking of which, senior, what happened to that black Joan of Arc in the end?"

Mashu quickly changed the subject, asking Mo Wang about information regarding Black Joan.

"What else could it be? Of course, they were taken away by that Marshal."

When Black Joan was mentioned, Mo Wang's expression immediately became indifferent again.

"Marshal?"

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look towards Sword Marshal, who was eating melon seeds on the side.

"Hey! I wasn't the one who took that person away! Well, you could say I was, but..."

At this moment, Sword Marshal was somewhat at a loss for words.

After all, strictly speaking, Caster Marshal is his future self.

However, Sword Marshal was also reluctant to admit that it was actually himself.

Especially when he saw the sparse hair on his head, the eyes that had turned into frog eyes, and the incredibly ugly clothes, Sword Marshal felt even more disgusted.

Upon learning that the culprit behind France's current state was his future self, and that his future self had even dug up Joan of Arc of Arc's grave, created a counterfeit version, and even brought the real Joan of Arc to life, Sword Marshal felt so desperate that he wanted to slit his own throat on the spot.

Good heavens, they've made such a mess of their own country, and even dug up Joan of Arc's grave to create a fake Joan of Arc.

Either of these events would be a disaster for Sword Marshal right now.

Although he can understand what his future self wants to do, please don't go back to the past and cause trouble!

If he could, Sword Marshal would even like to dismember his future self right now.

I've heard of how the past self can ruin the future self, but what does it mean when the future self ruins the past self?

Are you kidding me?

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Faced with this situation, Sword Marshal could only repeatedly apologize to Joan of Arc of Arc.

"Actually, you didn't need to apologize like that, Gilles."

Seeing the Sword Marshal seemed to have become a disgrace to the machine, Joan of Arc of Arc was speechless.

"But senior, that Black Joan of Arc escaped. Is it really alright? Could it lead to something bad happening?"

At this moment, Mashu was still extremely worried about Black Joan's escape, as she always felt that they would come back for a comeback.

"Oh, it's okay. I'll just give her another good dressing down when she comes back."

Mo Wang didn't realize that at this point, what bigger trouble could the Marshal and Black Joan possibly cause?

After all, Black Joan Alter has already collapsed, several of her Shadow Servant have died, the Wyvern has been wiped out, and even Fafnir is now waiting to be cooked.

What bigger trouble could the Marshal possibly cause?

Surely they can't create a Cthulhu, can they?

Or, what if they could create a Demon God Pillar?

Mashu wanted to retort after hearing Mo Wang's words, but considering Mo Wang's combat strength, it seemed that there was really nothing to worry about.

"Um, speaking of which, since Master is so strong, why did you even bother to bring us out?"

"Wait a minute, what about that thing we talked about before, digging up heroes' graves to increase our own combat strength, could it be...?"

At that moment, Charlemagne suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

If your Master is so strong that he can single-handedly defeat all the opponents, then why do you need to come down?

You call this insufficient combat power?

This should clearly be called an overabundance of combat power!

He just wanted to know how someone who could kill a dragon with his bare hands and beat top-tier Servant like toys could say that his combat power was insufficient.

This is simply...

Charlemagne wanted to say something more, but Red A and the Doggy couldn't bear it and patted Charlemagne on the shoulder.

"Huh?"

Charlemagne turned around blankly and glanced at the two people behind him, only to find that they were both looking at him with pity.

That look in his eyes seemed to say: This silly kid has finally figured out the problem. He'll probably say that line soon, right?

"Oh, you mean this?"

"Actually, there's no particular reason; it's just because it's very interesting."

Red A, Doggy: This guy actually said it!

"Is it interesting?"

Charlemagne then asked, his face stiff.

"Yeah, actually, when I first started digging up graves, I did have plans to increase my combat power. But it seems that before I even started, I realized that I was a bit too strong."

"Aha, it's probably because 'I' really tried too hard."

Listen to this, is this even human language?

What does it mean to realize you've become too strong?

What does it mean to say I'm working too hard?

You're crazy, aren't you!

The Hero leveled up too much and found himself able to easily defeat the Demon King, right?

Oh no, he's the real demon king.

Seeing Charlemagne's somewhat stiff expression, Mo Wang was at a loss.

After all, he was indeed not strong enough at the beginning.

They were somewhat intimidated by Goetia.

But who told others to work a little too hard?

How do you describe expansion, just the word "expansion"?

It's good enough that he didn't immediately refuse to eat beef.

If he hadn't found it so boring, he would have run out and robbed Hall of Heroes long ago.

"Oh dear, it's already this late, it's time to go have dinner."

"Fafnir's meat will take a long time to cook."

"Oh, right, Charlemagne, I forgot to tell you, remember to give me the list of your men later, I might have to go and visit them one by one."

"Bye-Bye!"

At this moment, Mo Wang completely disregarded the petrified Charlemagne, then waved and left.

"Your Great Emperor, are you alright?"

At this moment, Queen Mary couldn't help but walk up to Charlemagne and nudge him.

"I'm fine."

Charlemagne were filled with tears at this moment, and he almost burst into tears.

Well, logically speaking, faced with such a situation, Charlemagne, as Hero, should have suddenly become incredibly powerful and rebelled against the Great Demon King.

But in the current situation, it seems like there's absolutely no way to resist, right?

Do Mo Wang this team: shield guards, archers, spearmen, the Queen, saintess, musician, and Hero. It looks like a very mature Hero team, doesn't it?

Unfortunately, the leader of this team is actually the Demon King. What the hell is the point of fighting?

"What does 'digging, digging up a grave' mean?"

At this moment, Joan of Arc of Arc seemed not to understand what Charlemagne and the others were saying, and appeared somewhat bewildered.

"Um, Mr. Mo Wang was probably joking, wasn't he?"

At this moment, Shi Niang couldn't help but ask Mashu, who was standing to the side.

Are we all going to dig up graves next? Is this kind of thing really interesting?

"I think so, right?"

After giving a casual reply, Mashu couldn't help but glance at Mo Wang's retreating figure.

She always felt that Mo Wang's feelings weren't as lighthearted as he claimed.

Chapter 178 A Person Who Is Drifting Further and Further Away on the Road of Nihility

As night fell, bonfires began to burn in the dilapidated city.

After a day of fighting, most of the soldiers were too exhausted to maintain normal patrols.

Fortunately, with the help of the Servant, the city, which was almost Destruction, no longer seemed so dangerous.