My Summons Are All Gods

If he walked past without saying a word, it would be hard not to arouse suspicion.

He might as well take the initiative to say hello to those people.

Soon, Polos decided on a strategy.

First, he would take the initiative to explain that he had run into mud monkey halfway and had fled to the swamp in a panic.

Second, he would try to leave a good impression on the other party and see if he could join their team.

After all, his subordinates had all gone feeding the monkeys. There was only Spicer by his side, and he was obviously short-handed.

Thirdly, as long as he could follow these people, he would have a chance to steal the sword!

Even now, Polos still believed that the terrifying power of the sword wielder was originated from the sword.

Polos stared at the group of people on the swamp. The most eye-catching was the sword wielder.

Polos looked at the sword and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

If he could get his hands on this sword, he would be able to possess a power that far surpassed that of a tier three god-king!

At that time, he would be able to win the trial and bring his holy dynasty to the next level. It would be just a matter of time!

With this thought in mind, Polos and Spicer looked at each other.

It was obvious that the two of them were usually very good at bickering. However, they had an unexpected tacit understanding when it came to crucial issues.

Jerry was originally focused on the black fog in front of him, but suddenly, he felt two auras approaching.

Turning his head, Jerry saw the previous two messy trial-takers.

"Respected Sir, you are truly great." Polos saluted as a noble and introduced, "My name is Polos, this guy's name is Spicer..."

Jerry nodded. Out of protocal, he replied, "I am Jerry from the Sky Dynasty. Have the two of you seen a spear?"

The reason why he asked this was because the direction in which the spear was thrown was in the direction which Polos had appeared.

Therefore, Jerry thought that the two of them might have seen Ares's spear on the way.

Spear?

Polos was a little confused. He had run all the way here recklessly, so how could he have the time to observe his surroundings.

Moreover, the visibility in the Black Forest was so low. Unless they were very close, who would notice a spear?

Polos shrugged and replied, "Spear... I'm sorry, I did not see it."

Jerry was not surprised to hear such an answer. From Polos' pathetic state, he could tell that it was not easy for him to escape. It was understandable that he did not notice his surroundings.

Therefore, Jerry said slowly, "Then you should leave quickly. It's very dangerous here."

The most important thing for Jerry at the moment was to protect his subordinates. He did not want to have anything to do with the two of them.

When cultivators met, there was a high possibility of a fight, but Jerry did not want to make a move at this moment.

He had just used his full strength to unleash an attack. At this moment, he was still recovering his divine power. He did not want to use his precious divine power to fight against the other cultivators.

When Polos heard this, his heart tightened!

At this moment, it was time to make a choice.

He had deliberately lured the mud monkey to the swamp. Jerry did not seem to notice this!

At this moment, Jerry also agreed to let him go.

If he left , this matter would be over. He wouldn't need to run anymore.

But if he left directly, it would be very difficult to steal that sword in the future.

Boros looked around.

At this moment, Jerry's divine power hadn't recovered.

The others were still lying on the ground, unable to move.

Wasn't this a good opportunity to make a move? If he didn't strike now, when should it be!

Polos glanced at Spicer. Spicer's expression at this moment clearly contained an unconcealable greed.

Polos secretly took out the short sword in his sleeve. Just as he was about to strike, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him, scaring him into quickly withdrawing the short sword.

Polos turned his head and saw a person dragging his footsteps and limping towards him.

The divine power of this person was obviously not lower than a tier three god-king level. He should also be a trial-taker.

This person was Bulanda.

Bulanda felt that his feet were out of control, and it was very difficult to walk.

Since he was already awake, Bulanda wanted to thank Jerry for his protection no matter what. Therefore, he was dragging his feet and looking for Jerry.

However, there were two unfamiliar faces beside Jerry. They should also be trial-takers.

Bulanda looked at the two unfamiliar trial-takers suspiciously before turning to Jerry.

"Your Majesty, may I ask who these two are?"

Upon hearing the word "Your Majesty", Polos was greatly surprised.

If he was not mistaken, the four people surrounding here should all be trial-takers.

In other words, there was a trial-taker who actually addressed the other as "Your Majesty". His sounded sincere and there was not a hint of falsehood in it.

It seemed that there was time where kings would even be conquered by other kings.

"They are also trial-takers."

Jerry replied indifferently.

Bulanda nodded, but he soon discovered a problem.

Without thinking too much, Bulanda asked casually, "May I ask the two of you, did you not bring your subordinates?"

"Subordinates? Ha, all of my subordinates have been fed to the mud monkeys."

Spicer shook his head and replied.

This sentence sounded casual, but it still made Bulanda feel deeply moved. After all, all of his subordinates were sacrificed, and his wife's life was on the line.

Since the other party had suffered the same fate, Bulanda showed a mournful expression. "Is that so? I feel sad for this, and you must be very sad, too."

"There's nothing to be sad about," Polos replied smiling without thinking. "Anyway, I was the one who ordered them to be the bait..."

After saying that, Polos suddenly felt that the atmosphere around him was a little strange.

Everyone was staring at him, and their expressions were very complicated.

Jerry did not have any expression, but his eyes were extremely sharp, as cold as ice.

Meanwhile, Spicer looked at him in disbelief, and the expression on his face gradually turned into despair.

Among them, Bulanda's expression was the most exaggerated. His eyes were wide open, and he was breathing rapidly, with white fog spewing out of his mouth.

Polos spread his hands with a bitter smile. "Did I. . . say anything wrong?"

What responded to him was only silence.

Bulanda took a deep breath and muttered.

"I know, I know..."

"I know you must be wondering why I, a trial-taker, would address others as His Majesty."

"Let me tell you, I was once a king. My dynasty was prosperous. There were many capable people gathering in front of my throne. My authority was unchallenged!"

"But I thought I was no longer qualified to be a king!"

"I listened to slander and executed those who were loyal to me."

"I treated my officials and people as my personal property, and I enjoyed myself all day long."

"For my own selfish desires, I led my subordinates to the training ground. I didn't care about their lives, just to enrich my treasury."

"Until they died, and I became a lone wolf. Even my wife was half-dead because of me!"