Chapter 1 Hasu

Relying on the powerful attributes of the two pieces of cosmic debris, Hao Ren quickly resolved his battle, while on the other side, Hasu's battle was unexpectedly smooth—so much so that he didn't need any help at all.

Hasu raised his silver-white longsword, burning with holy flames, and slashed at Hasu's shoulder. Hasu raised his sword to parry, and threw out a rune card in the nick of time. Hasu blocked the rune magic Hasu launched, and taking advantage of the blind spot, kicked out with his leg. Hasu was kicked away by Hasu, and Hasu added a holy flame fireball to Hasu's body. Hasu was beaten to a pulp by Hasu, and Hasu immediately pressed the attack…

Anyway, don't expect to understand the relationship here by looking at a bunch of formulas. Just know that the two of them were fighting very enthusiastically.

Hao Ren led Lily and Hesperide to watch the battle from the sidelines. Lily stretched her neck, her face full of barely suppressed excitement: "Landlord, landlord, should we go help…?"

Hao Ren thought for a moment: "...Damn it, they look exactly the same, and I don't even know who is who anymore."

Hesperide also looked confused, and couldn't help muttering when she heard Hao Ren's words: "Is this old man so poor? He's been wearing the same outfit from 44 BC to 1400 AD, without even changing his shoes."

"I heard Bai Huo say that the Demon Hunter's uniform hasn't changed in thousands of years, especially since Hasu is an old antique. He doesn't have any clothes other than work clothes. When you open his wardrobe, it looks like it was copied and pasted. To be honest, they only care about practicality. Although their weapons and equipment are updated every now and then, the style hasn't really changed much..."

Hesperide curled her lips: "Tsk tsk, this quality of life is so low. He's lived for thousands of years for nothing."

The three onlookers were commenting wantonly, and the veins on the heads of the two people (or one person?) who were fighting fiercely in the arena popped out at the same time. They almost said in unison: "Are you done yet!"

Hao Ren: "...Wow, they even speak at the same time."

As they spoke, the victory was gradually becoming clear between the two Hasus in the arena.

With a dazzling sword dance from the opposite side, one of the Hasus finally staggered, revealing an opening. This opening was undoubtedly fatal. The longsword in his hand was knocked away in the next exchange, and then the protective rune shield shattered. Then, a card printed with the Leta rune flew into his arms—after a point-blank explosion, the old hunter was blown away dozens of meters and immediately passed out.

The fact that such a powerful explosion didn't kill him, but only caused him to fall into a deep coma, was enough to prove his strength.

Hasu, who was still standing in the arena, breathed a sigh of relief: "Whew… Fighting myself is really stressful…"

After saying that, he put away his longsword and turned to walk towards Hao Ren, but before he could take a step, Hesperide shouted: "Wait, stay there and don't move! Give me the password first!"

The rigid old hunter couldn't keep up with the little bat spirit's thinking and was immediately stunned: "What password?"

Hesperide put her hands on her hips: "Where did Napoleon die? Who was the American president in 1962? What book does Bai Huo usually like to read the most?"

Hasu smiled wryly (his face didn't have these two expressions originally): "Napoleon died on Saint Helena Island. The American president in 1962 was Kennedy, and he died in '63. Bai Huo usually likes to read… ahem…"

At this point, the old hunter coughed unnaturally and tried to straighten his back: "It's the *Complete Book of Potion Making* that I gave her."

Hesperide looked at the old hunter sideways: "Dare you say it again with your hand on your heart?"

"Okay, it's manga…"

"Alright, alright," Hao Ren interrupted when he saw that the little bat spirit had made enough trouble, "This is not the time for joking—the Demon Hunters may send more people over at any time. After all, their commander is fighting someone here."

Hasu walked over and dragged over the other version of himself from history, saying as he dragged, "Yeah. I suspect 'I' came here to check the pollution of these radiation mists. At this time, the Poseidon Temple's frontal offensive has ended, and the next few days will be the stage where the Holy Crusade relies on continuous magic cannon bombardment to destroy the Great Barrier. At this time, there is no need for the supreme commander to personally sit in command, so 'I' have time to come here. Our battle here has caused quite a stir, and coupled with the fact that this group of Demon Hunters has not returned, I am afraid it will soon attract attention."

"What are you going to do with him?" Hao Ren glanced at the other Hasu being dragged by Hasu, his expression quite interesting. "Kill him? If you can't do it, let me do it."

"Wait, don't kill him," Hasu immediately reached out to stop him, but not because he couldn't bear to kill "himself," "You don't understand the situation of the Holy Crusade—a commander like me has a constant warning spell on his body when entering the battlefield. This spell is bound to the soul. Once the supreme commander dies, the spell will be activated, and then the entire legion will receive an alarm. This spell can even transmit the specific location coordinates and the approximate data of the enemy. That's why I didn't kill him just now, because I was afraid of this."

There was one more thing he forgot to say, and that was that due to changes in the situation, his best choice next was to replace this historical version of "himself" and infiltrate the command center of the Holy Crusade. Then he couldn't kill this 44 BC version of Hasu even more, otherwise, if the death notice was issued to the entire army and he jumped out alive and kicking, wouldn't he be exposed?

Hao Ren also thought of this, and he clicked his tongue: "Tsk… This spell is fine as long as the host is alive, right?"

"That's right, as long as he's alive, it's mainly a death alarm," Hasu nodded, "Do you have any ideas?"

"First, tie him up securely to prevent him from running around," Hao Ren said as he opened his portable space and took out various restraints to put on the unconscious 44 BC version of Hasu, "Then we'll hide him…"

Hasu couldn't help getting goosebumps when he saw the shackles Hao Ren took out. He clearly remembered that he was tied up all the way with these things in 1400 AD, and these things also reminded him of the humiliating experience of being knocked on the head by Lily…

He shook his head, throwing these not-so-glorious memories aside: "Are you going to put him in your portable space?"

Hao Ren waved his hand: "No, I'm worried about bugs. We're about to see Vivian, and when Vivian wakes up, all the things that belong to this time and space but don't belong to our team will become information fragments. If I forget to take him out of the portable space at that time, God knows what will happen to him in that special space. And even if it doesn't, I'm not very comfortable putting such an uncontrollable factor in my portable space—it was really helpless to bring you in at the beginning, I wouldn't be so reckless normally."

If he wasn't expressionless, Hasu would have been blowing his beard and glaring at this time!

"Don't worry, I have a more reliable method…"

As Hao Ren spoke, he tied the BC version of Hasu tightly, ensuring that the other party couldn't move a finger even if he woke up. The other members of the team were a little curious. Hesperide looked around, but couldn't find any safe and reliable hiding place: the entire Olympus Mountain was already controlled by the Demon Hunters, and the Underworld passage had also collapsed. Where could they hide someone in this enemy's base camp?

Then they saw Hao Ren take out a heavy cruise missile as big as a water tower from his portable space…

Hao Ren looked smug: "I removed the warhead. It's big enough to fit a person, and I can put a set of radiation protection panels in there to prevent the person inside from dying when the missile travels through the radiation cloud. We'll let this Hasu cruise around Olympus Mountain. What do you think of my idea?"

Hasu stared at Hao Ren's face for a long time before finally squeezing out a sentence: "Did I ever dig up your ancestral grave?"

Being able to squeeze such a cold joke out of such an expressionless and old-fashioned person was enough to show Hao Ren's ability.

"It's an emergency, so don't be so picky," Hao Ren waved his hand grandly and ordered two autonomous robots to stuff the deeply comatose BC version of Hasu into the empty warhead compartment of the cruise missile. "I used to ride on the outside of the missile, and you at least have a private room."

Hasu: "…"

Amidst everyone's expectant gazes, the heavy cruise missile, temporarily named "Hasu One," made a huge roar, spewing flames and slowly rising into the air, plunging into the swirling radiation cloud above Mount Olympus.

Once it entered the high-energy cloud, even if the Demon Hunters saw such a thing rising into the air, they wouldn't be able to shoot it down.

For a long time to come, the Demon Hunter legion wouldn't discover that their supreme commander had disappeared, and a "fake" had infiltrated their command system.

Almost at the same time as the missile took off, Hao Ren sensed several powerful mental forces focusing on this direction. Then Lily wrinkled her nose: "Someone is approaching here, more than a hundred of them."

Hao Ren nodded slightly and looked at the old hunter beside him: "Hasu, it's up to you now."

The old hunter looked serious: "Don't worry, I'm confident that I can open a path for you."

"Then you have to be careful," Under these circumstances, the conflicts between the Demon Hunters and the Others no longer mattered. Hesperide, concerned about the overall situation, still reminded him, "Although you are indeed their real commander, there is a two-thousand-year time difference after all. Even if you're not a fake, you've become a fake. Don't expose yourself. If the situation is not good, follow the previous plan and try to break through to the light path platform and meet up."

The old hunter turned around, leaving everyone with a waving back: "Don't worry about me. I commanded this battle two thousand years ago, and today I am still the leader of the Holy Crusade."

Looking at Hasu's receding back, Hao Ren couldn't help but feel something: "...The old guy is quite good at showing off."

Lily: "Why do I feel like there's a flag of no return?" (death flag)

Hesperide: "Ahem, can you two say something nice?"

On the other side, Hasu sped up after leaving, flashing and sprinting all the way until he intercepted those old subordinates from two thousand years ago.

Looking at the familiar faces in front of him, the old hunter suddenly felt a little emotional.

In normal history, nearly half of these faces had disappeared forever—they fell in the fires of Ragnarok, and didn't live to see the day when the curse faded.

But here, in this distorted time and space, these former comrades-in-arms were still alive. Although they were just broken and fleeting historical phantoms, at least for this short period of time, they were actually standing here.

"Elder!" A Demon Hunter master saw Hasu and immediately stopped and saluted. "We just saw something strange from over there…"

"Don't worry, it's a 'small thing' from the remnants of Olympus," Hasu waved his hand to interrupt him. The memories from two thousand years ago resurfaced in his mind, and he knew what tone and demeanor he should use to speak at this moment. "The guy who controlled that thing has been purified by me."

"What about Master Felix and the others who were with you?"

"I sent them to patrol other places to see if there are any similar stragglers," Hasu said in his usual tone. "Return to headquarters. I just discovered something. Our patrol routes and sentry posts need to be adjusted immediately."