Chapter 855 I don’t want to live anymore
Chapter 855 I don’t want to live anymore
It’s just that my secret skills are a little bit lacking…my secret skills are not bad, okay?
Faced with the heartfelt comments from Director Taurus, Lyon couldn't help but blush a little.
I was selected by the Five Palaces, and my talent in the secret arts was recognized by the Star Palace. The Cancer Palace and the Pisces Palace both begged me to go, okay? It's just that I don't quite understand the blacksmithing secret arts of your Taurus Palace.
Besides, it’s not necessarily my fault if I can’t understand the Taurus secret technique. What if the old man from the third generation didn’t teach me well, and led me astray with his purely idealistic forging theory?
……
"Ah sneeze!!!"
Along with a deafening sneeze, the thirty-eighth grave from left to right under the old locust tree on the east side of the Sage Cemetery bulged up. Then there was a sound of wood breaking, and a male thigh covered with black hair actually kicked out straight from the grave.
Fuck, you’re using too much force!
After pinching his nose bridge and blowing away the dust and mold in his nostrils, the square-headed old man pulled his feet out of his coffin, then climbed out of the grave by holding onto his tombstone, and looked at the tall elk standing on his grave with a gloomy face.
"Fuck away!"
"..."
This damn old bastard!
Seeing the third-generation director who was too lazy to even say politely, the doe couldn't help but dig its hoof hard, leaving a large crescent-shaped hoof print on the hard bluestone floor of the Sage Cemetery.
"Iron Badger!"
Although he wanted to dig the old man in front of him to death with one hoof, but thinking of the devastating and terrible news he heard from the thrush, the flesh doe finally suppressed the anger in his heart and spoke in a calm voice:
"I'm not here to force you to fulfill your duties, but to negotiate a deal with you."
"Haha, what can I trade with you?"
The square-headed old man sneered when he heard this, then sat down on his own tombstone, crossed his legs, picked his nose, and said with disdain:
"I am just a little obsession left by the third generation director of the Cleansing Bureau. The biggest reason why I am not dead yet is to reach the pinnacle of the Golden Bull Secret Art and become the most outstanding abnormal blacksmith master in history!
And what can you, the little scum who hides and skulks, have to trade with me, except for providing me with something to keep me alive and studying the mystic arts?
You know the Golden Bull Secret Art of the Cleanup Bureau, and your attainments are higher than mine. Can you teach me how to forge abnormal objects? Or can you kill ten or eight True Gods in the King Killing Society and send them to me as materials for training?"
"..."
This damn old dog!!!
Faced with the square-headed old man's wanton insults and looking at his expression as if he had stepped on stinky dog shit, the doe's already limited patience was instantly burned red and she almost broke down on the spot.
After taking several deep breaths and breaking several graveyard bricks with its feet, the flesh-receiving doe, surrounded by thick fog, blew out two streams of burning water vapor from its nostrils, and then said in a low voice:
"We have always known what you want, so we came to you this time with conditions that you cannot refuse... Do you want to become a true god?"
"???"
After hearing the question from the flesh-receiving doe, the Third Director who was sitting on the tombstone was slightly startled, took his finger out of his nose, and asked with a surprised look on his face:
"Are you willing to let me enter the Source God Platform? Carve the power there to become a true god?"
"Correct."
The tall doe in the pale fog nodded and said in a cold voice:
"In addition to allowing you to become a true god and no longer need to rely on our power to survive, we can also give up the position of the current God of Forging and help you master the power of forging and smelting, so that your secret skills can be further improved!"
"..."
Let me become a true God? Is this stupid roe deer crazy?
The square-headed old man was silent for a while after hearing this, then he flicked away the moldy booger in his hand and asked with narrowed eyes:
"If I remember correctly, the current God of Forging seems to be an official member of your King Slayer Society? Can he agree to your condition?"
"he……"
The doe was silent for a moment after hearing this, then tilted its head slightly and replied:
"Don't worry about it. Whether he agrees or not, we can make you the new God of Forging." Hmm? There's a problem!
After taking a look at the slightly strange expression of the flesh-receiving doe through the hazy pale mist, the Third Director pondered for a moment, then smiled maliciously and said:
"The God of Forging broke up with you?"
"No……"
"So he was caught by the Cleanup Bureau?"
"..."
Looks like he was caught~
Looking at the silent doe in front of him, the square-headed old man couldn't help but chuckle and gave a thumbs up to this generation of younger cleaners in his heart.
Yes, the God of Forge possesses a total of six or seven powers, making him one of the most powerful among the non-Pillar Gods. Coupled with a lot of messy divine creations, killing him is no less difficult than dealing with a Pillar God.
I thought that the cleaners after the sixth generation were basically turned into useless people by the Watch Palace. After leaving the support of the Star Palace and the suppression of the Watch Palace, they could not do anything great. I didn't expect that there were still a few powerful ones.
"Okay, I admit that your conditions are quite interesting. Although I don't care about becoming a true god, I am still quite interested in forging power."
After admitting that he was indeed interested, the happy third-generation director crossed his legs again and smiled as he raised his chin towards the doe.
"Tell me, you offer such good conditions, what exactly do you want me to do?"
"We need to deal with the God of Food... the cleaner named Leon. We need you to cooperate with us in setting up an ambush and help us get rid of him!"
Who should be eliminated? That blacksmithing genius?
After hearing Leon's name, the smile on the third-generation director's face suddenly fell slightly, and he subconsciously recalled the ill-fated relationship between him and him as a master and disciple.
"What's wrong with him?"
Since he usually stayed in his own grave and rarely went out for a walk, the third-generation director was unaware of the notorious reputation of the God of Food. Seeing that the King-Slaying Society was willing to make himself a god in order to get rid of Leon, he immediately asked curiously:
"Did he destroy your plan? Or did he capture your members? Could it be that the God of Forging was captured by him?"
"..."
"All of them? He did all three of these things?"
"..."
"Hmm? Even more than that?"
"Iron Badger!"
Seeing the square-headed old man's dim eyes becoming brighter and brighter, as if he had heard some particularly interesting gossip, the intolerable doe could not help but shout angrily:
"I don't have time to chat with you! Do you agree or not?"
"Look at you, why are you so anxious?"
Looking at the ferocious looking doe in front of him, who was obviously in a state of breakdown, the old man, who had a boring life, finally found something fun. He crossed his legs and teased with a smile:
"I have to understand the situation first and find out what's going on before I know whether I should agree or not~
Besides, it's strange that you would come to me. That guy just came to my place for a while, and he has nothing to do with me. Even if I set an ambush for you, he may not fall into it~"
"Haha, stop pretending!"
After hearing what the Third Director said, the Doe couldn't help but sneer, then shouted angrily with a gloomy look:
"I have already learned from the Cleanup Bureau that you are the teacher of the God of Food. You are the one who taught him the secret technique of abnormal forging! The God of Food can't be where he is today without you, a bastard... huh?
"What are you doing lying down? Iron Badger? Wake up! Why did your obsession disappear? ! ! ! ! ! Get up!"
(End of this chapter)