"It's not me. But on his behalf, I want to say you're welcome."

The beggar drank wine and talked like old friends.

"Which unit are you on?"

"I, in the army in the war zone next door, am still a captain, hiccup... Actually, I don't want to be a captain, they insist on me, saying that I didn't die in several battles on the battlefield, so I must be an escape champion.

.”

The female reporter covered her mouth and laughed.

I bet this big shot kept his name anonymous on the battlefield over there. Otherwise, who would dare to let him serve as a mere captain if they knew his identity.

"My lord, is this battle almost over?" the female reporter suddenly asked.

Of course she knew that if she wanted to know the possible outcome of this battle, or the progress of the battle, she would probably be better able to ask this person than anyone else in the world.

Because he is the supreme being.

The beggar smacked his lips and shook the wine bottle in his hand.

"Actually, I don't know about this kind of thing. It just depends on what kind of backhand the opponent has. After all, the battle I'm waiting for is not just about the outcome."

"Ah? Backhand..."

The female reporter looked curious.

What exactly is the so-called backhand?

The fight between the two major gods has already reached this point. Is there any backup plan that can turn the tide?

She broke her head and couldn't imagine what this kind of thing would be like.

For the mortal residents of this world, it is somewhat difficult for them to imagine things beyond the level of the two creation gods.

Because the Creator God is equivalent to the upper limit. If it exceeds the upper limit, it is impossible to think about it.

"You are a reporter accompanying the army, right? In two days, this unit will be required to advance behind enemy lines. If possible, you do not need to apply to enter with the army. After all, the subsequent war may be full of risks."

The female reporter raised her eyebrows: "I'm sorry about this. As a reporter, I have pursuits. I plan to record this battle from beginning to end. Maybe future generations will also need a female perspective like me to review this battle."

It’s a war, so I won’t give up joining the army.”

"Tsk tsk...responsibility?"

The beggar marveled, and then waved his hands indifferently: "Then it's up to you. That's it. As for whether you listen or not, it depends on your own decision. When you enter the center of the war vortex, don't rely on me for life or death. That's it.

, see you again in the future."

After finishing speaking, the beggar cleared away the wine bottles, bowls, chopsticks, etc. on the ground and stood up.

The female reporter stepped back half a step and saw the beggar tearing open a piece of air, revealing the dark space inside, and walked into it.

At this moment, the soldiers seemed to have come back to their senses from their confusion.

But still no one felt anything and still stood firm at their posts.

"Interesting, let me hurry up. Is this gentleman here specifically to look for me and take care of my safety..."

She picked up the small notebook and opened a certain page. On this page, which was filled with data about the character and ability of the gods, she recorded a new key point - a very human feeling of nostalgia.

After writing this, she pursed her lips and looked up at the sky.

Even though she was just a small person, the reporter's perspective and unique sense of smell, coupled with the unique events that happened today, made her feel.

Perhaps this war between the black and white gods that spreads across the entire world... may come to an end in the near future!

"I heard that I sit in the back and enjoy the couple, right? That's right, that guy is sitting in the back, and all the dirty work is done by us, so he is free."

…

The woman said she didn't understand a bit, but she still vaguely understood what was being said.

It is said that the great and powerful man seems to have a large number of clones.

Could it be that the person I met before was also one of my clones?

Thinking of this, she felt a little relieved, but also inexplicably a little disappointed.

After all, seeing such a great being is not the real person, and I always feel that my life is full of regrets.

"You've been doing well recently, and you even have security forces."

The beggar took a few sips of wine, wiped his mouth and asked.

The female reporter looked around at the guards who turned a blind eye to their drinking, and shook her head: "It's just because of you that I get this treatment, but it is also because of my experience with you that I have the right to interview extensively in the military. Thank you very much."

Already."

"It's not me. But on his behalf, I want to say you're welcome."

The beggar drank wine and talked like old friends.

"Which unit are you on?"

"I, in the army in the war zone next door, am still a captain, hiccup... Actually, I don't want to be a captain, they insist on me, saying that I didn't die in several battles on the battlefield, so I must be an escape champion.

.”

The female reporter covered her mouth and laughed.

I bet this big shot kept his name anonymous on the battlefield over there. Otherwise, who would dare to let him serve as a mere captain if they knew his identity.

"My lord, is this battle almost over?" the female reporter suddenly asked.

Of course she knew that if she wanted to know the possible outcome of this battle, or the progress of the battle, she would probably be better able to ask this person than anyone else in the world.

Because he is the supreme being.

The beggar smacked his lips and shook the wine bottle in his hand.

"Actually, I don't know about this kind of thing. It just depends on what kind of backhand the opponent has. After all, the battle I'm waiting for is not just about the outcome."

"Ah? Backhand..."

The female reporter looked curious.

What exactly is the so-called backhand?
Chapter completed!