Chapter 856 I Wanted to Refuse, But He Offered Too Much

Chapter 856 I Wanted to Refuse, But He Offered Too Much

Chapter 856 I Wanted to Refuse, But He Offered Too Much

That was a close call...my obsession was almost shattered.

After being tossed and pushed by the doe, leaving more than a dozen deer hoof prints on his body, the third-generation director, whose obsession was almost collapsed, finally recovered and sat on his own grave, gasping for breath in shock.

The biggest reason why he was able to let his will and memory transcend death and "live" until now was his obsession with becoming the best blacksmith in history.

Once his master-disciple relationship with that thing is exposed, with his blasphemous blacksmithing ability, his reputation will be ruined, and the reputation accumulated over thousands of years will be lost in one day. He will be recorded in history as a master of blacksmithing, with the contempt of all blacksmiths...

What's the difference between this and death?
What's more, the "Mind" forging school he founded, although not a must-learn school of Taurus Secret Arts because too few people were able to learn it, its effectiveness and theory were still recognized.

Even if other people cannot learn the method of using their own thoughts to influence abnormal forging because it is too difficult and restrictive, they will not think that there is anything wrong with the "Mind School" and will even give it a try.

However, after he succeeded in getting started in the first few minutes, but ended up ruining every one he made, and even with the materials of a true god level, he could still cook a pot of garbage, the entire school of mind thinking was likely to be buried with him!

I should have cleaned up the mess from the beginning!
After hammering his own tombstone with regretful eyes, the old man who was almost killed by a word stood up suddenly, stared at the flesh doe and gnashed his teeth and said:

"Tell me! What do you want to do with that little beast?"

Ok?
Seeing the Third Director's attitude change drastically after he took a breath, the doe was stunned for a moment, then asked with surprise:

"You agreed?"

"I...let me listen first!"

Although he was almost killed just now, thinking about the cheap smile on the face of that red-haired girl when she brought that beast over, the third-generation old man couldn't help but scratch the back of his sparsely haired head, and then said with a bored look:
"Tell me how to do it first! I won't do it if the plan is too stupid!"

"Not stupid! Definitely not stupid!"

Unexpectedly, things took a miraculous turn because of his words. The overjoyed doe couldn't help but paw twice and told everything eagerly:

“The God of Food has recently obtained a batch of… materials, but Director Taurus has not yet recovered from the injuries he suffered when he ascended to the palace, so he certainly cannot process so many materials. Therefore, when the Cleanup Bureau comes to the Dead Realm to negotiate, it is likely that they will come to you to help forge them.

I have already contacted a few 'friends'. If the God of Food comes with us, we will work together to smash the [Sage Cemetery], drag away half of it, and push the God of Food down the [Cliff of the End] together, so that he can return to the world completely!"

So to put it bluntly, it was an ambush and sneak attack?
After hearing the doe's plan, the third-generation old man couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Tsk...you guys in the dead world are really something. When I was still alive, you always loved to do this kind of shabby things. But after so many years, you are still like this.

"Are you sure this crappy plan will work?"

After glancing at the doe with disdain, the square-headed old man said with suspicion:
"My relationship with this generation of Taurus is not very good. Unless she encounters something she really can't handle, she will definitely not come to me. Your plan doesn't sound reliable!"

"She will definitely come, because she really can't handle those... materials in her current state."

"Haha, then I can only say that you don't understand the secret art of blacksmithing at all." The third-generation director sneered when he heard this.

"Today I will teach you a lesson. The first of the thirteen secret arts of the Cleansing Bureau is the Aries Destruction Secret Art, but that is because it can destroy almost all anomalies and even temporarily shatter the truth of the Pillar God. But if we really talk about the upper limit and value, the second Taurus Secret Art is the highest.

As long as the user's belief is strong enough, even if he is a paralytic without hands or feet, holding a leaky iron pot, he can treat the True Gods of the same level as materials and knead them at will. Just like when I dealt with you, I basically didn't need to use any abnormal objects. I could just rub you as forging materials and that was it.

Although this generation of Taurus Director has not learned the secret arts very well, her willpower to go to the Watchtower Palace is not bad. Facing the True God who has been captured and has no ability to resist, no matter how badly she is injured, as long as she can still raise her eyelids and take a look, it will definitely not be a problem for her to rub against ten or eight True Gods!"

"..."

"Do you understand? If you do, get out of here!"

Looking at the silent doe in front of him, the Third Director lay back in his coffin, waved his hands with a look of disdain and said:
"It's not that I don't want to help you this time, but your plan is too bad. There is no chance of success from the beginning, so don't bother me anymore, just give it to me quickly..."

"Forty."

"Hmm? Forty what?"

"Forty True Gods..."

After spitting out this number with great difficulty, the doe scratched its hooves in the bewildered look of the three-generation old man, and explained in a low voice with a look of three parts annoyance and seven parts fear:
"The God of Food... He set a trap in the Kingdom of the Witches and killed forty of our members in one go. Although he released the souls of fifteen of them later, but... he captured Master Wu You Zhi Shu, so Jin Niu will definitely not be able to handle it, and will definitely come to the Sage Cemetery to find you."

"..."

"..."

"Non-existent statement?!?!?!"

After sitting up from the coffin, the old man turned his neck with a click and asked with shock in his eyes:

"The storyteller? You... that guy killed forty members of your King-Slayer Society, captured twenty-five of them, including their souls and bodies, and even captured a Pillar God alive? Just him? You... are you all so useless now?"

"..."

Damn it... Ambush! Ambush! We're ambushed! Are you fucking deaf and can't hear the word trap?

The doe was choked by the sincere evaluation of the third generation old man. After raising its hoof and crushing another piece of bluestone, it could not help but shout angrily:
"Anyway, this generation of Taurus will definitely come to you with the materials, and the God of Food will also likely be accompanying them. When the time comes, as long as you help us cover and give us a chance to kill the God of Food, we will send you to the throne of the God of Forging! Iron Badger! Just tell me whether you agree or not!"

"..."

Do you agree or not? Is this even worth thinking about?
Faced with the question from the doe, the old man from the third generation could not help but remain silent for a moment, then he took out a large iron pot with a leaky bottom and smashed it with a bang, then he looked at the doe with a frown and started cursing on the spot!
"Get out! Get out! Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you ambush my beloved disciple?"

(End of this chapter)