Chapter 331 Chapter Who is behind you?

Compared to Lin You's fully armed posture, Patrick Morgan remained unmoved and still maintained a gentle and gentlemanly demeanor; when He proposed cooperation, his face was full of sincerity.

"You want to cooperate with me too?" Lin You laughed dumbly, "The last Ares said the same thing. Could it be that the God of War, Shengre, contains some kind of 'cooperation' gene?"

"It's not a question of godhood, but a question of the quill. Whether it's me or another Ares, we want to cooperate with the writer, not Blaise de Forest." Sir Morgan's elegance also revealed a straightforward sharpness.

Lin You did not take it as an offense, and said with a smile: "Without a goose feather pen, I am nothing; I know this very well, and no one needs to remind me. Therefore, when I hold a goose feather pen in my hand, I must make the best use of it. There is a saying in my hometown, which is 'using chicken feathers as a token of authority'; it is the same with goose feathers."

Sir Morgan's expression darkened a little, and his smile disappeared.

The conversation was about to end in a sour tone before it even got to the point.

The streets were filled with the thunderous sound of a magic explosion. The street lamps were blown into pieces immediately, but the wands of both sides were spewing flames, bringing a more dazzling light to the surroundings. In the battle between two powerful wizards, even a powerful Auror like "Mad-Eye" could not stand and was driven out of the battlefield circle and became a spectator.

The whole valley was awakened, people shouted and dogs barked, but no one went out to find out what was going on. Wizards trembled in the violent magic storm; ignorant Muggles were reminded by many "kind neighbors" and "law enforcement officers" to stay at home.

The battle between wizards did not affect Lin You and Sir Morgan; compared to the magnificent magic battle, the silent contest between the writer and the gods was actually more thrilling.

A magic spell can kill at most dozens of people, but a quill pen can easily determine the rise and fall and survival of a world.

"Ares has done something utterly stupid. In the face of the power of the quill pen, he is only concerned with the infighting of Mount Olympus." After a moment's silence, Sir Morgan took the initiative to speak; the deafening noise in the street could not drown out His calm and peaceful voice.

"It seems like you want to do something smarter with the quill pen?" Lin You's voice was equally clear. "Ares wants to kill Athena. What about you? Do you also want to kill someone?"

Sir Morgan seemed not to have heard the other party's sarcasm. Instead, he continued, "That depends on whether killing someone will be beneficial to the construction of the 'unknown'."

"You have an unusual concern for the 'unknown'. Why?"

"You are a soul from the real dimension, and you are protected by the gods, so you are destined to not understand me;" Sir Morgan answered irrelevantly, "Existences like us are destined to perish from the day we were born. In order to escape this fate, I dare to do anything and am willing to try any opportunity. I am very lucky to have encountered the emergence of the 'unknown'; this is my best chance."

"So you are afraid of death too? I thought you were so different that you could laugh at Tom Riddle at will." Lin You glanced towards the street.

The figures of Dumbledore and Voldemort could no longer be seen on the battlefield; only the rays of terrifying spells could be seen. Some spells carried the meaning of killing and madness, while others were peaceful, heavy and steady.

Both of them have given their all; after more than a decade of not seeing each other, these two fateful rivals want to use this battle to test each other's strength. Dumbledore has aged a dozen years, can he still maintain his position as the world's number one? After all, Voldemort has experienced a decade of weakness, can he easily recover his full strength?
The conversation on the other side also continued.

"I am not afraid of death, I am only afraid that I cannot decide the time and place of death." Sir Morgan's words reminded me of the former Ophiuchus Saint. Their goals were different, but their essences were similar. Lin You reminded me, "The reason why 'unknown' is called 'unknown' is because no one can guarantee its final result; it may get better, but it may also get worse."

"Whether for man or God, what could be worse than involuntary destruction?" Sir Morgan asked back; at this time, such a tone had more of the philosophical flavor of the "God of Truth".

"Maybe you're right, but I have one last question." Lin You nonchalantly ignored the other party's question, "Who is standing behind you?"

The eyes under the brim of the hat suddenly flashed for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but he stopped himself and finally revealed a knowing smile.

"You don't want to say, you can't say, or you don't dare to say?" Lin You asked with the same smile.

"Why do you think there is someone standing behind me?" Sir Morgan still did not answer the question, but continued to ask back.

"Once, twice, three times...When faced with a problem, you always evade the question and repeatedly use rhetorical questions instead of answers. This is not the sincerity that should be shown in cooperation, Sir Morgan." Lin You sighed, "The branch gods in the derivative stories have never been able to fight back when facing the true gods in mythology; no matter how smart you are, you can't reverse the gap in hard power. Since you left the DC world, there have been people helping you, otherwise you would not have been able to complete such a far-reaching layout."

The last time a conspiracy by a subsidiary god to replace the true god occurred was in the story world of "God of War"; although the subsidiary gods benefited at that time, the leaders and promoters of the conspiracy were all the true gods of Olympus.

The cage array created by multiple true gods, coupled with Kratos who served as the concept of "God-killing weapon", was able to eliminate the trapped true gods one by one. The power game and intelligence gathering involved in it, could Patrick Morgan, a stray dog ​​who escaped from the story world, do it on his own?
If he really had such ability, he could not only devour the godhood of a god of war, but he could also sit on the throne of the King of Olympus.

"I can only say that you should not underestimate a heart that is determined to change its predetermined destiny. A destiny destined to destruction often brings people stronger will and strength." Sir Morgan still did not directly answer Lin You's question, but he did not deny the other party's doubts.

"It seems that the 'God of Truth' doesn't want to tell people the truth." Lin You sighed regretfully, "Do you want to leave now, or do you want to fight first?"

Hearing this, the other party was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "I'd better leave by myself! Thank you for giving me a chance to talk and not immediately attracting the Olympian gods to round up and capture me."

"It's just a projection. Why make such a fuss? I summoned the main god but got nothing. Maybe he will think I'm a coward and meddlesome person." Although Lin You saw through the projection illusion, he did not let down his guard. While complaining, he still tightly grasped the snake-wrapped scepter.

Patrick Morgan chuckled and disappeared.

Lin You placed his scepter on the ground and remained on guard for a long time before making sure that the other party had left.

At the same time, there was a thunderous bang from the street, and dust flew up, but the battle had stopped. When the dust settled, Voldemort was nowhere to be seen.

(End of this chapter)