Gain the power of Saitama at the beginning of the game

Chapter 408 Hilaire Maxim

Neltharion brought Hilaire to a meeting room inside the manor.

This conference room was specially built to welcome some important people.

The construction was done by night elf craftsmen.

Given their dedication to architectural art, no one is more suitable for this project than the night elves.

The moment Hillaire stepped into the conference room, he was completely stunned.

The entire conference room was shrouded in a kind of frozen time.

A 120-meter-long ebony conference table spans the space. The tabletop reflects the halo of the bronze crystal chandelier on the dome like a mirror. The prismatic crystals are like condensed icicles, refracting the light into light golden raindrops.

Two hundred and forty high-backed leather chairs were arranged at precise intervals of thirty centimeters. The dark green velvet cushions showed no signs of dents from years of wear, and the gold carvings on the armrests shone with a dazzling, luxurious hue.

Three walls are covered with walnut wainscoting, with the annual ring patterns faintly visible under the matte paint surface. Gilded wall lamps are embedded every five steps, and warm light flows down along the wavy lampshades.

A huge oil painting hangs on the entire east wall. In the painting, there is a blue-haired warrior wearing golden dragon-patterned armor. He holds a huge sword in his hand, and his eyes penetrate the dust of countless centuries and gaze into the room.

Hillaire was a little confused about the person in the portrait.

He has blue hair and a rather imposing face, but he is obviously a young man.

He had been here for many days and had met with the Great Elder Run Zhidong, but the other party had not revealed anything about Jiang Ming.

He was curious whether the person in the portrait was the same as what he thought in his heart?

Suppress your thoughts and continue observing.

The bronze fireplace below the picture frame was silent, but fresh white roses were strangely placed in the grate, with water droplets condensing on the petals.

The air was filled with the scent of cedar wood and old parchment, and the central air-conditioning vents emitted a subtle hum that was almost deafening.

The moment your footsteps touch the unknown carpet, the dark blue suede surface will immediately swallow up all the sounds, leaving only the rustling sound of the leather soles rubbing against the wool fibers.

The floor-to-ceiling windows on the west side are tightly covered by crimson velvet curtains, and only a sharp golden thread leaks in at noon, immersing the entire space in eternal twilight.

"How beautiful!" Hillel couldn't help but praise. "I wonder if I'd have the honor of meeting the architect who created this conference room?"

Neltharion smiled slightly, shook his head and refused, "They are the master's personal architects. This will be difficult to handle!"

Hillaire's eyes were a little dim. He really liked this style of architecture.

Just then, the door of the conference room was pushed open.

A young man with blue hair stepped in.

Hillaire was slightly stunned. Isn't this the person in the portrait?

Could it be that……

The apparent leader of Huaxia is Run Zhidong, but is it actually this young man?

In his impression, China used to be like this.

Is China going to become a feudal dynasty again?

Hillaire narrowed his eyes slightly, he felt that he had discovered a huge secret of China!

The class represented by this young man is definitely beyond his imagination!

"Haha... Adolf, welcome to my manor."

Hearing this, Hillaire's eyes became horrified and panicked.

Has he been discovered?

I saw my problem right away! ?

But how could such power exist in this world?

Have I returned to another world?

"you are?"

“..My name is Jiang Ming!”

"Are you Jiang Ming, China's five-star general? I thought..."

"You thought I was an old man!" Jiang Ming smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Come, Adolf Hitler. Sit next to me. We should have a lot to talk about in common."

Just when Hilaire was about to say something,

Jiang Ming directly pulled out his soul.

Adolf Hitler stared blankly at Hillaire's body, his eyes filled with horror, his soul somewhat unstable.

"Who are you? Are you God?!"

Jiang Ming smiled slightly and looked at Hitler's soul. "I am not the omnipotent God you speak of, but I am more powerful than the God you imagine."

"Adolf Hitler, I think we can plan our future!"

Jiang Ming snapped his fingers, and his soul instantly returned to his body.

"As you wish, sir!" Adolf said respectfully.

"Britain, France, and Russia have already begun mobilizing for war, and they're all fueled by Rommel and his men. What about you? Have the Rommels contacted you?"

"Rommel's people? Who are they?" Adolf asked with some confusion.

"The Rommels don't belong on Earth; they come from outer space. Their goal is to enslave all of humanity. But for some reason, they don't dare to attack Earth head-on!"

"What???" Adolf stood up in shock.

alien? ?

Invasion of Earth??

Is there anything you don’t know about this era?

"By the way, what is the reason for stopping them?" Adolf also noticed Jiang Ming's words just now, and was very curious about the reason for stopping the other party from attacking the earth.

Jiang Ming was stunned and subconsciously wanted to say that it was his own fault.

But it seems that even if I say it, the other party will not believe it is true.

After all, it was just the first time we met each other.

"Actually, I don't know either. So far, the other party has not launched a large-scale attack on the earth, which means that there is something on the earth that they are afraid of." Jiang Ming could only find an excuse to prevaricate.

But Adolf is not so easy to fool.

He knew in his heart that the other party must know something.

Although the other party's method of sending his soul out of his body just now seemed very terrifying.

But it is impossible to compare with the strength of aliens.

An alien force capable of interstellar warfare is definitely not something a human with magical powers can resist.

"Sir, do you have any plans?"

"Compared to my plan, I want to know more about what you are going to do after your rebirth this time?" Jiang Ming took out a cigarette and handed it to Adolf.

Jiang Ming flicked his fingers lightly, and a flame rose at his fingertips.

Seeing such a magical scene, Adolf became more convinced that the other party was a magician.

Adolf leaned forward, lit the cigarette, took a puff, and said with sharp eyes, "Finish what you haven't finished yet!"

"Oh? You mean...Israel?" Jiang Ming looked at him in surprise.

This old guy is in conflict with the Jews.

But he likes it.

Adolf nodded and touched his hair with his right hand.

"After my rebirth, I have been secretly studying everything about them. They are a poisonous race and should disappear in the long river of history.

They used capital to create Pandora's box, causing mankind to lose themselves in the temptation of money and lose their original humanity.

Then they will further control capital and slowly erode the politics and economy of various countries.

Thus controlling the direction of the world economy.

Of course, they can't control China.

Therefore, they must die.”

Jiang Ming nodded, agreeing with his point of view.

Sometimes he also wanted to get rid of this race, but the other party had not provoked him, and he was not a murderer.

Although I am very strong, I cannot deprive others of their lives at will.