Chapter 1488 - Paving the Way (2/2)

When Hasse saw the shackles, he could not help but have goosebumps all over his skin. The scene where Hao Ren bound him up with those devices in 1,400 AD was still vivid in his memory. It also reminded him of the shameful experience when Lily hit him many times on the head.

He shook those disgraceful memories off his mind. “Do you intend to keep him in your Dimensional Pocket?”

Hao Ren waved his hand. “No, I’m worried that things may go wrong. We’re about to find Vivian. When Vivian awakens, all the things belonging to this space and time will turn into information fragments. If I forget to let Hasse out of the Dimensional Pocket by then, God knows what will happen to him. Even if nothing happens, I don’t feel comfortable putting a factor that’s out of my control in my Dimensional Pocket. It was a forced choice to put you inside the last time. Normally, I wouldn’t do that.”

Hasse looked daggers at Hao Ren, but of course, his paralyzed face did not reveal any emotion.

“Don’t worry, I have a better idea.”

While he spoke, Hao Ren tied Hasse up—the BC version—to make sure that he could not move a finger when he awoke. His little friends, especially Hessiana, were curious about where Hao Ren was going to hide Hasse. Right then, the demon hunters had controlled the entire Mount Olympus, and the passage to the Underworld had collapsed. They wondered which part of the enemy’s territory that Hao Ren was going to hide the demon hunter.

Then, they saw Hao Ren take out a heavyweight cruise missile from his Dimensional Pocket.

“After I remove the warhead, I’ll be able to stuff him and a radiation shield inside. The radiation shield will protect him from the radioactive clouds in the air. Let’s send this Hasse flying in the air around Mount Olympus. What do you guys think?”

Hasse stared at Hao Ren and could not form the words to respond for a long time. “Have I disturbed the graves of your ancestors that I deserve such treatment?”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures. Just bear with it,” Hao Ren said matter-of-factly. He then directed two autonomous robots to shove Hasse into the warhead compartment, which had been cleared out. “Earlier, I rode on the missile. At least you have a private suite.”

Hasse was stupefied.

The heavyweight cruise missile, dubbed Hasse 1, blasted off under the everyone’s watchful eyes. It rose into the air and disappeared into the radioactive clouds over Mount Olympus.

The demon hunters would not be able to do anything about the cruise missile once it was in the clouds.

They would not know that their commander had disappeared and a fake one was among them.

As soon as the missile took off, Hao Ren began to sense a powerful force moving in their direction. Lily snuffled and said, “There are people coming, more than a hundred of them.”

Hao Ren nodded and looked at the old demon hunter. “Hasse, it’s all yours now.”

The old demon hunter looked solemn. “Don’t worry, I’ll pave the way for you.”

“Be careful,” Hessiana said. The differences between the demon hunters and otherworldlings were forgotten for the moment. “You may be their true commander, but the 2,000-year time gap means you are technically not their current leader. So don’t blow your cover. If things go wrong, find a way to get back to the light-path platform.”

The old demon hunter turned and waved to them as he left. “Don’t worry about me. I was in charge of this campaign 2,000 years ago. Today, I am still the commander of this sacred army.”

“Is the old man trying to look cool?” Hao Ren asked.

“I feel like he’s not going to make it back here,” Lily muttered.

“Ahem, can both of you say something good?” Hessiana chided.

Meanwhile, Hasse quickened his pace and finally intercepted his old company from 2,000 years ago.

An emotion rose within him as he saw the old faces.

Nearly half of those faces were supposed to be dead according to history. They all fell in the war of the Twilight of the Gods and did not make it until the curse was lifted.

Yet, here, in this distorted space and time, his former comrades were still alive. They were only broken and short-lived historical illusions, but at least for a short moment, they were standing there for real.

“Elder!” One of the demon hunter masters saw Hasse and saluted him. “We just saw a strange thing—”

“Do not worry about it. It is just a little remnant of Olympus,” Hasse cut in. He recalled memories from that point of his life, 2,000 years ago. He knew what to say and how he should say it at that moment. “I have purified the one who controls that thing.”

“What about Master Feliks? He was with you.”

“Ahh, I have sent him and the rest to investigate other places to see if we have missed anything,” Hasse said bluntly. “Back to the command center. I just found something. We need to revise our patrol route and guard posts.”