"What do you plan to do now?" Lancelot took a deep breath and looked up at Baghdad in front of him.
"The Prime Minister's mission for me is to protect you, and I will continue to carry it out," Baghdad said in a deep voice.
Whether from the emotional perspective of their personal relationship or from the rational perspective of Lancelot's unparalleled importance to the Empire, Baghdad believed that he should continue to protect Lancelot at this moment.
Until the unrest ends.
The Knight Empire has risen again.
Baghdad was absolutely convinced of this.
So how do you plan to protect me?
"I'll escort you out of here."
Baghdad replied without hesitation.
Lancelot shook his head. "The dark Mage won't let me go, and the Main God won't give up such a good opportunity to strike."
"Although the Main God of black Mage is bound by certain unspoken rules and cannot easily attack me, the Undead Race have no such concerns, after all, I provoked them first!"
When Lancelot said "provoke," he was referring to how Lancelot used the Genesis Ovary to help the Knight Empire create the Revival Legion.
In this way, even if the Undead Race Main God killed Lancelot, the Earth Guardian would have no grounds for complaint.
Even setting aside personal grudges, from a purely self-interested perspective, the Undying Civilization would never allow such a terrifying threat Lancelot to continue living.
After Lancelot's reminder, Baghdad realized what was happening and said with a grave expression, "Then what do you suggest we do? With Gorgan's betrayal, the coordinates of this alternate dimension are no longer a secret and will be breached sooner or later. We can't stay here any longer, or we'll most likely be trapped to death."
Lancelot sensed the Steel Feather Cloak, whose level had been raised to the nine-star Immortal level, and his eyes flickered slightly.
"Since we're going to be trapped, let's get out."
"Didn't you say we'd be hunted down after we got out?"
"You'll be hunted down, not me, but you."
"I?"
Baghdad thought for a moment, then asked hesitantly, "What do you mean?"
"It's simple. You take this fake me to distract the Undead Race and the dark Mage, and I'll slip away while you do so," Lancelot explained his plan.
Baghdad shook his head with a wry smile. "It won't work. Those Undead Race have incredibly sensitive noses, especially for the scent of living things. Their ability to distinguish them is terrifyingly strong. And then there are the black Mage; their Main God- level detection spells are impossible to hide from."
"Don't be so sure about anything." Lancelot stood up, patted Baghdad on the shoulder, then plucked a hair from his head. With a thought, the hair fell, flashed with golden light, and transformed into Lancelot's likeness.
When it comes to creating clones, he's a professional.
"It's useless..."
Seeing Lancelot's actions, Baghdad shook his head helplessly, then released his senses, trying to expose the fake Lancelot in front of him.
But no matter how he sensed it, even down to the particle level, even probing soul fluctuations and life wavelengths, he still couldn't find the slightest flaw.
It's as if this is a completely new Lancelot.
An exact replica of Lancelot.
"Um?!!"
Baghdad was shocked.
What's going on?
Has my perception deteriorated?
Lancelot was not surprised to see Baghdad's dumbfounded expression.
One aspect is the sheer power of the Miracle Trait itself.
On the other hand, the Endless Divine Body is also adept at imitation.
The combination of the two, although the Steel Feather Cloak did not advance to the Nine-Star Miracle.
However, the Replication clones could be so realistic that even the Main God couldn't tell the difference for a short time.
Of course, over time, due to its weak foundation, the clone will be unable to maintain its existence and will collapse on its own.
However, Lancelot only needs to buy himself some time, enough for him to complete his plan.
Baghdad's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but reach out to touch the hair clone in front of him, pinching its arm and touching its chest muscles, showing great curiosity.
"How exactly did you do that?"
"Just some petty tricks, not worth mentioning," Lancelot waved his hand dismissively.
Baghdad's lips twitched slightly.
To fool even Main God him at such close range—is that considered a simple trick?
"You don't happen to have another Miracle Divine Artifact in your possession, do you?"
"How could that be? Do I look like such a wealthy person?"
"Uh... like it!"
Baghdad nodded firmly.
This was indeed Baghdad's true thought; he had never seen a True God with such a powerful ability to amass wealth.
"Then your judgment is definitely flawed."
The two looked at each other and then laughed simultaneously, easing the tense atmosphere of the impending battle.
"Since you can make such a fake so convincingly, then proceed according to your plan."
"I'll use my clone to distract them, while you slip away. Ideally, you should leave the Flame Frost Continent. Once this crisis is over, the Prime Minister and I will definitely contact you again, and we can cooperate once more. How about that?"
"Can."
Lancelot nodded slightly.
Baghdad had no idea what he was really thinking.
Street No. 12534 in the eastern part of Aodu.
Numerous undead are fighting against the warriors of the Barbarian Soul Race.
Above that lies the battlefield between the True God and the Main God.
Each attack from these powerful figures generated a catastrophic aftershock for the ordinary soldiers below.
In other words, the buildings in Aodu were incredibly Sturdiness, and the space had been reinforced layer by layer, which is why they remained standing even amidst the fierce battles of numerous powerful figures.
However, if such a fierce battle continues, it will only be a matter of time Aodu razed to the ground.
Even the Spine Mountain Range are questionable whether they can continue to stand tall after this great battle.
Tear!!
A spatial rift suddenly appeared, attracting the attention of the surrounding undead and Barbarian Soul Race.
The next moment.
A terrifying aura emanated from the area.
Wherever its aura passed, millions of undead spirits were blasted into dust and perished on the spot.
The Barbarian Soul Race were stunned at first when they saw the empty scene in front of them, and then they cheered.
"They are powerful figures from the empire!"
Ignoring the cheering comrades around him, Baghdad cautiously surveyed his surroundings, then chose a direction and transformed into a black streak of light, disappearing at an extremely high speed without tearing through space to move.
The spatial structure of Aodu is extremely unique; recklessly tearing through space could very likely lead to falling into some kind of trap.
Only Supreme God like the Lord of the Undead and Emperor Augustus could tear and create space with such impunity.
"Huh? Another Barbarian Soul Race Main God!"
Why didn't he join the fight? He just ran away.
"It was him, the Main God of the Barbarian Soul Race who joined Terra in killing Lady Ignis!"
"Doesn't that mean that the Demon Slayer Terra is very likely by his side?"
Baghdad's identity was quickly recognized.
Upon hearing the name Terra, the eyes of the Undead Race Main God immediately turned cold.
Several detection spells were cast, and the Undead Race's life perception ability was activated. They quickly determined that Lancelot's life fluctuations were on Baghdad, who had likely temporarily stored them away using a spatial artifact.
Without much hesitation, three Undead Race Main God charged down from all directions, abandoning their original opponents, and surrounded Baghdad to attack.
As for their original opponents, the task was taken over by the Ancestor of Knights.