A mechanical master of a certain manga

Sir Patrick was speaking hoarsely in the noisy conference room about the German surrender and the peace agreement. Unfortunately, the "gentlemen" in this conference room didn't seem to have much interest. They were still arguing about the distribution of benefits from various arms deals, post-war reconstruction issues, and the amount of German compensation.

It's not that they don't care about peace, but they know very well in their hearts that this war has come to an end. They should divide the cake now. As for the peace agreement, wouldn't it mean tens of thousands more deaths if it is a month earlier and a month later?

In the eyes of capital, human life is just a set of numbers.

Although Sir Patrick had an expression of regret and helplessness on his face, there was deep disdain hidden in his eyes. In his opinion, the group of people in front of him completely represented the bad nature of human beings.

Selfish, cruel, and greedy, human beings are indeed the cancer of the world, and it would be best to eliminate them all.

The more these people argue in front of them, the more this war will never end. When the new poison gas is developed by the German army, the expressions of this group of people will probably become very interesting.

Sir Patrick enjoyed this feeling of being aloof, looking down at these helpless humans like a god. But I didn't enjoy it for long. The door of the conference room opened and a man on crutches walked in.

This man walked very slowly and very low-key, as if he didn't want to attract anyone's attention. But when the man came opposite Sir Patrick, he took off his hat and showed his face.

After a casual glance, Sir Patrick's expression changed. Because he saw that the other person's appearance looked exactly like his own. As a spirit, Sir Patrick could see details that ordinary humans could not. The faces of the two people are not only similar to each other, but even the details of the wrinkles on their faces are exactly the same.

This mysterious man only showed his appearance for a few seconds, then put on his hat again and left the noisy conference room on crutches. Looking at his stumbling back, Sir Patrick seemed to be looking at himself.

She put on makeup to look like herself and appeared here on purpose. Could it be that this disguised identity has been revealed?

Sir Patrick had a few thoughts. Although he was curious, he had no sense of crisis. He is a god, Ares, the God of War on Mount Olympus. Even if a mortal has any calculations, they are nothing in the face of absolute power.

But he would not let this weirdo leave like this, because this was a provocation to the gods. As a god, this behavior must be punished.

So Sir Patrick left the room without hesitation. Watching a group of humans bicker with each other is less interesting than squeezing a bold human to death.

After leaving this noisy conference room, Sir Patrick found that the man just now was missing.

"Haha, a mouse is a mouse after all. No matter how hard you hide, you will be caught and trampled to death." Sir Patrick said with a smile.

Rays of light emerged from his eyes, and the surrounding buildings became transparent.

The figure on crutches had just left the building and was walking towards the dock.

Naturally, Sir Patrick would not let him leave. He took a normal step and covered a distance of several meters, chasing the man at an incredible speed.

However, the God of War did not notice that after he left the conference room, several ant-sized metal beetles recorded all his actions.

This is a technological creation that is hundreds of years ahead of this era. It can not only record images, but also analyze the changes in surrounding energy. Whether it is radio waves, radiation, or even the power of gods, it will be recorded one by one.

Although Ares, the god of war, was responsible for most of the weapons in the entire battle,

The true designer has scientific knowledge that exceeds that of any human being in this era, but future technology that spans hundreds of years is beyond his understanding.

Therefore, these mechanical beetles as small as ants did not attract his attention at all. He only thought about how to catch the person who provoked the gods.

Along the way, the two of them walked several hundred meters apart, but Sir Patrick was surprised to find that he did not catch up and was even slightly separated.

Sir Patrick was confused. He directly used divine power to move quickly. Not only was he secretive, but his speed was more than ten times that of ordinary people. This person seemed to be walking normally, how could he be faster than himself.

Sir Patrick quickly quickened his pace and turned into a phantom to chase after him. But the man in front of him seemed to speed up at the same time, and his figure gradually blurred, and actually disappeared completely in front of Sir Patrick.

"Invisibility"

Sir Patrick blinked, and everything in his vision blurred, leaving only images of various energies intertwined. The figures and buildings on the street completely disappeared, leaving only the roaring flames in the car's engine, and the blue light flowing in the wire lamps outlining the entire world with the flowing outline of energy.

At this time, Sir Patrick finally saw the colorful figures running wildly on the water outside the pier. In this energy world, only this figure appears particularly obvious.

"Not divine power, what on earth is this power?" Sir Patrick said doubtfully.

Each form of energy has a different color in the eyes of the gods, but the more powerful the energy, the purer the color. I have never seen such a colorful light like this person's body.

This vision did not put off the proud god. Instead, it aroused his curiosity even more. He simply flew into the sky and chased in the direction of the man on the water.

The person disguised as Sir Patrick was of course Rorschach. After realizing that this god hidden in the world was catching up, he couldn't help but smile.

Rorschach flew all the way across the water, out of the Thames River, and onto the sea. Sir Patrick finally caught up, creating a huge wave in the sea and blocking Rorschach.

"Ares, God of War" Rorschach asked Sir Patrick.

"Mortal, since you know my identity, you still dare to make provocations. Should I praise your courage or despise your stupidity?"

After Sir Patrick said these words, the posture of the rickety old man changed rapidly. Although he did not change his clothes, his aura was completely different. The energy fluctuations he emitted flattened the waves within a kilometer. .

But facing such a powerful opponent, Rorschach said: "Sure enough, excessive power will make any living being have the idea of ​​arrogance. Such an obvious trap is actually planning to rush into it. No wonder the gods of Olympus will die. So many people.

"Only gods can kill gods. No matter how many methods mortals have, they are just struggling like ants." Ares, the god of war, said disdainfully.

"Do you know why I led you to this place before taking action?" Rorschach asked.

"I just don't want to hurt other mortals. However, only humans in the world kill their own kind the fastest. I have seen through your hypocrisy a long time ago." Ares said.

"You are mistaken. I have saved other worlds many times, but I am no longer too lazy to be the savior. The reason why I brought you here is because this is my home field." Rorschach said.

Ares's eyes narrowed, and he felt a violent vibration in the depths of the sea, as if a huge thing was emerging from the depths of the sea.