At this time, Kuruma was less than three hours away from the Giant Monkey Camp.

After all, Kuruma is a civilian priest with an average physical constitution and is not young anymore. He traveled continuously and consumed a lot of physical strength. Seeing that the two subordinates behind him were also showing signs of fatigue, he decided to take a break.

This wise decision immediately received the support of two subordinates, so he set up a simple lightning defense magic array nearby, and the three of them sat on the ground and rested on the spot.

One of the men said flatteringly: "High Priest, if this plan goes well, you will soon be the master of all tribes in the entire southern jungle."

Kuruma smiled and said, "The world is complex, human hearts are chaotic. Without the guidance of the Sun God, how can foolish mortals distinguish the direction? It's a pity that some guys are obsessed with it and have to do something that overestimates themselves, so we have to do it first."

"Yes, one day, people will understand the good intentions of the High Priest. High Priest, there will be no problem with our plan in Dallas, right?"

"All foolproof. Those old stubborn military officials would never have thought that even if I was not in Dallas, the plan could be launched."

"But, High Priest, for safe reasons, please contact your family."

Kuruma pondered for a moment and said, "What you said makes sense, then let's contact me." As he said that, he took out a small statue of the golden sun god and muttered something. After a moment, the golden sun god's little statue opened his eyes and said in fear and fear: "High priest, please follow your instructions."

Kuruma said to his subordinates thousands of miles away: "Well, Klutasa, how about Dallas?"

"Uh, a little, a little troublesome."

"Hmm? What trouble? Are there any abnormal movements for the old guys?"

"No, except for the Sipitotek Legion that has been working with us, the remaining three old guys in the military thought that you were in Dallas and there was no change at the moment. His Majesty Currantino... No, the fake believer Currantino's brain has completely rotted, maybe it's because the dosage is too strong..."

"Tell me the point!" Seeing that the light of the golden statue began to dim, the magic power was about to be insufficient, but his subordinates were still talking nonsense, Kuruma was angry.

His subordinate trembled for a moment and said tremblingly: "The one we arranged on the throne now is the substitute we arranged, but it won't last long. You should come back as soon as possible. That one, that, is still on the military side. Although the three old guys did not move, the boy named Chebbeckley took five hundred people out of the city early in the morning and said he was going to train."

"The boy who practiced the statue of God is a bit cunning, but five hundred people can't make a big wave. Just send someone to stare at it. This is the trouble you are talking about?"

Perhaps Kuruma's angry tone was heard by his subordinates, and he said tremblingly: "Yes...yes..."

"I'm useless! At most, I'll go back in one day and a half and go as planned!"

"That, the plan is... to invite three legion commanders to the Temple of the Sun in the name of a banquet, and then kill them?"

Kuruma was very impatient: "Then set fire in the city, wait for the military to be headless and the people were in panic to clean up the mess and take Atlas' authority into our own hands! The plan that has been decided long ago, I will repeat it? You idiot!"

“Yes, yes.”

"Okay, let's do it!" Kuruma slapped the golden statue to the ground with anger, and the communication stopped.

Reus sighed: "Riley, do you still remember the destruction of Gutnotiran that Dark mentioned? What is about to happen is just another reenactment of the experience thousands of years ago!"

"But the people are innocent! They should not suffer the suffering created by such conspirators! If your parents are still alive, what would they say? Reus, if we could save the whole city but ignore the people, we would regret it! I don't want to live in guilt!"

Barack said in a deep voice: "If Dallas is allowed to be destroyed in the interests of the Dorands, I can understand it. But I am a Norzick, and I am, now, and in the future, three, farewell."

Isis also said: "In the eyes of the mercenaries, there should be no only interests. I want to go back to Port Snell. Goodbye."

"Wait!" Reus shouted, "You have forgotten one thing!"

The two people who were about to leave turned around.
Chapter completed!