This made Mitherra feel extremely difficult and she felt a little regretful. As a rule god, divine power is the foundation of her existence and the cornerstone of various powerful time-series magic she has cast now!

At this moment, Li Mochen asked with a smile on his face: "I actually really want to know, today you are helping Thomas Milan, the god of alchemy, machinery and craftsmanship, Ms. Mitherra, your Lord God knows?"

At this moment, Ms. Time's expression finally changed drastically.

So the smile next to the corner of Li Mochen's lips became even more obvious: "If Her Majesty the Night Goddess knew that you had consumed the power you have now and destroyed her scheduled plan for the sake of Thomas Milan, what would she feel like, Ms. Mither Mitherra? You betrayed her trust!"

After sensing Mitherah's emotional changes, his heart relaxed. It was not because of the battle that was destined to win by him, but because Mitherah's intervention in this dispute was not because of the instructing of the three-phase goddess.

Li Mochen even had the spare energy to observe Mitherra's operation of the timing power.

The two sides' attainments on this road should be half a pound, and they may still win the front line. However, stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade, some of the time secrets that Mithra mastered, and even the gaps on his side.

Li Mochen only saw it for a moment and felt that he had benefited a lot.

As for the battle itself - his "destiny" divine power, it has been weaving the fate of both of them outside the perception of this god. Everything is in his script!

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At the same time, on a highway about 220 kilometers away from Atlanta City, John Adams hung up his cell phone with a heavy face.

Then he found that his chief officer, Salas Onassis, who was the commander-in-chief of the National Progressors' Association, also walked in from outside the car with a calm expression.

"You already know the situation in Manhattan, right? John?"

"certainly!"

John Adams shook the phone in his hand at the other party: "That guy has been temporarily sealed by the spell of Ms. Time Mithera Mithera's spell, but before that, Ivan Cott, the God of Processing, and Lancelot Rhode, were fully prepared, were sniped by this sniper. This is beyond our imagination, Saras! To be honest, I am already scared now. Can Ms. Time Mithera really kill that guy? I can't be sure. The stupid George Mathiola not only provoked a powerful enemy for our National Association of Progressors, but also launched a war against him at the wrong time."

"So I'll come over and ask for your opinion."

A young man named Salas Onassis, a big-name Golden Knife sat down in the armored command vehicle: "Will this operation continue or end? I expect that the revenge of the Wilton Stear family will be very crazy afterwards, especially the holder of the 'Dragon Hard'. If Mitherra cannot solve him, then as long as we are targeted by him, no one can stop his shot."

John Adams smiled bitterly: "Do we still have a choice? If we retreat at this time, the National Association of Progressors will collapse directly, and our enemies will gather under the banner of the grandparents and grandchildren to ring the death knell for your and my family. They are indeed very powerful now, especially at high-end power. Our only feasible strategy now is to dig off their roots and then find a way to drag it to the completion of the mythical arming of the Sky Scepter."

Speaking of this, his expression hesitated a little: "From the current situation, Mitherra can indeed restrain, at least restrain the sniper. I think we should give her more trust. There is also Thomas Milan, the god of alchemy, the machinery and craftsman, who can get rid of Howard Braden a few years ago and also solve Anthony Braden. We have provided him with the help of the best of his ability at the Manhattan Magic Tower Council-"

"That's what it's decided!"

Salas nodded slightly, and then picked up the microphone on the radio: "I am the commander-in-chief Salas Onassis, your commander-in-chief. Now I order all troops to launch an offensive in the direction of Atlanta according to the scheduled plan! Now start the tanks and crush everything ahead of you! We only have 24 hours, within 24 hours, to send our enemies to hell!"

At this moment, in the forty kilometers around the armored command vehicle, tens of thousands of tanks and armored vehicles started the engines at the same time, turned on the searchlights in front of them, and drove forward like steel giant beasts.
Chapter completed!