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Chapter 69: Lord Savior returned home

Red dots riddled Max\'s body.

From an outsider\'s perspective, it looked like it was over. Against so many guns, even the most skilled person would find problems. The holy land also had enough resources to defend its lands for years.

How could one human fare against them?

But as it looked like the end, Max kept smiling. He didn\'t stop or run away from Smith Lambert, still fighting with him in close combat. With his new experience from the battle against Franc, Max did much better work, learning more tricks through the old man\'s knife.

For some, it seemed like it was his last struggle.

At last, the mini guns sparkled, spitting out bullets in abundance. Their howls silenced the area, hurting people\'s eyes. Those weapons were naturally made out of dungeons\' metal and mana.

"Heh," Max grinned, fixing his eyes on Lambert.

When all bullets reached him, Max swathed himself with cracks. But as those cracks were random, he had to control them. That was not a problem, for Max was a mana\'s friend!

All cracks swirled around him, eating bullets like gluttons.

At the same time, Max created four wide cracks, like the demon\'s jaws.

"Impossible…" Lambert uttered while surrounded by those cracks. He exactly saw what was on the other side, and those were his miniguns.

All bullets went against him the next second, scratching his armor. Many sparks conjured from this collision while Lambert thrashed in one spot as if some invisible force grasped him, shaking his body from side to side.

"STOP! STOP! STOP!" he howled, yet his voice couldn\'t reach his forces.

Max stood like a boss, glaring at the old man with amusement, "It\'s really a tough armor. It\'s not my style, though, so I will have to find a good blacksmith to play with it, won\'t I? I wonder if someone from your family will lend me a hand."

A few seconds later, Lambert\'s forces noticed an anomaly. Their leader was on the ground, riddled with bullets. He still breathed, yet he bathed in his blood.

It was a matter of time before his death if he left without any help.

Max stood as if a hologram. But as he took a step forward, everyone heard him, their hearts clenching.

Max approached the old man, stomping on his aged face, "You and your dog\'s strength would\'ve helped humanity significantly. You can take a few S-ranked beasts, can\'t you?

But you are on my list. You are the person who fucked up my grandpa\'s life.

I was born in the wrong world without you. It\'s not like I should complain, for I have adorable twins. I also had good eighteen years in a modern world…

But you know… It doesn\'t matter. You will die. I want to fucking kill you." Max whispered in a lethal tone, putting more weight on Lambert\'s face.

The old man didn\'t scream or beg for forgiveness, though. He had his pride, status, and family looking at him. He wouldn\'t die like a fool or coward.

And it wasn\'t like Max would let him go after such a declaration.

At last, Max\'s stomp crushed Lambert\'s skull. His head burst out with blood and flesh mingling together before his feet.

Max stared at the headless body without any hard feelings. It felt somewhat soothing. He imagined his grandpa smiling in heaven, for such a scum didn\'t deserve to live longer.

A silence ensued after.

​ "Grandpa… died?" One of the prodigies whispered, staring at his leader\'s headless body in absolute disbelief.

Many people had the same reactions. Some felt happiness but didn\'t dare to show it.

Ordinary people had it the worst, though. Most of them had seen deaths already, yet they couldn\'t stomach a human like them killing someone else in such a way.

Max smiled at them, looking horrific, "I don\'t mind helping ordinary people.

But I will never allow Smiths or Muller Households to keep their powers. The same goes for Eastern folks, Li." Max said while looking behind.

He saw people with Lambert\'s blood, players scouted by them, and even some ordinary people gazing at him in terror.

All of them didn\'t know whether they would soon die. They didn\'t know what kind of criteria Max followed.

Who was a bad person? Who was a \'normal\' player?

Those questions rang out in everyone\'s minds.

Max smiled, answering their questions with a confusing sentence, "Time will tell."

He swept his hands, sharing his mana with every average human around him. He enhanced their instincts, gave them valuable skills, and means to defend themselves against monsters and humans.

But since it was a different continent, Max planted spy bugs in everyone. He would look over their hearts.

And in the future, he would clean those with hearts similar to three family heads. For now, he couldn\'t bother with them.

"Max!" Alice fell from the sky, just a few inches before Max, "You must leave the last old geezer to us!" She crossed her arms beneath her ample chest, nodding a few times with her blue horns going up and down in a cute manner.

Zamira landed too, sharing her little sister\'s feelings, "Yes. We couldn\'t kill Franc, and you\'ve dealt with Lambert alone.

Give us a chance for revenge, too." Zamira pledged.

Max ruffled their hairs, his eyes glazed in affection, "That\'s because you still have that damned seal. I will break it after we take a break.

Prepare your bodies, beautiful," Max whispered to their ears before disappearing from the different continent.

People left behind couldn\'t process what had happened.

Lord Savior appeared.

He revealed an evil plot.

He killed a propaganda master.

He flirted with two gorgeous women.

And then he returned to his home, leaving behind powers in all ordinary people\'s hearts…

"We can only fend for ourselves," An unknown person whispered.

No one knew who said those words.

But after that one sentence, everyone swore to protect themselves and their beloveds. They stepped into the holy land, seizing small territories for their families, then started building houses.

Those who had a talent for mana leveraged Max\'s grace. They leveled up significantly, becoming stronger through the system.

Those who felt the worst were Smiths, for they were ostracized.