Chapter 988 Three strategies: upper, middle and lower

Chapter 988 Three strategies: upper, middle and lower

Chapter 988 Three strategies: upper, middle and lower

Do you still want to block the God of Cookery?

After hearing the question from the Wild Boar True God, the faces of all the True Gods instantly became uglier than if their own father had died.

What are you trying to stop him from doing? Stop his throat? And then make friends with him?

Although the number of steps taken on the long stairway to godhood cannot represent the full strength of a true god, even a god of nobility who has climbed the fifty steps is still as fragile as a child in front of the god of time who has climbed the tenth step.

But with the God of Food's power totaling up to level 250, which is comparable to the combined power of five ordinary Pillar Gods, even if he only uses the most basic power, it is enough to grind a dozen True Gods to death. What can people like us use to stop him?
"Block it! You must block it!"

Seeing that the gods seemed to want to retreat, the white snake came to its senses and gritted its teeth and said:
"The God of Food has gone deep into the Source God Platform. If he really imprints himself on the Origin Clay Tablet and completes the last step of becoming a god, then life span will no longer be a limit for him!"

"..."

"Think about it carefully!"

Seeing the gods looking at each other in bewilderment, but still no one willing to stand up and speak, the white snake could not help but said anxiously:

"Now is not the time to hesitate! If he is really allowed to take the last step, the God of Food, whose talent is comparable to that of the third-generation director and whose methods are ten times more brutal than his, will be able to live forever!
By then, don’t even think about descending to the world and ascending to the position of Pillar God with the help of resources. By then, except for Thrush… Vice President, everyone present here will die!”

really……

After hearing the White Snake's words, the gods of the King-Slaying Society could not help but look at each other, and then they saw deep fear in their eyes.

Even if one does not complete the long stairway to godhood, he will definitely be able to engrave himself on the Origin Clay Tablet, but after witnessing the miracle of the "Idiot True God" with their own eyes, no one will doubt that he can become a true god.

After being slaughtered by the God of Food, the number of true gods in the King-Slayer Society has dropped sharply, and now there are less than 60 people left. If they really bite the bullet and block the God of Food, they might be killed by more than 10 or 20 people, reducing the number of people by one third again. But if the God of Food succeeds in ascending to godhood...

"Done!"

The Wild Boar God stamped his feet vigorously, snorted with red eyes, and said:
"If we try to stop the God of Food now, there is only a 30% chance of death. But if we don't try to stop the God of Food now, everyone will die in one or two hundred years!"

"I agree with White Snake..."

After closing her eyes slightly, the old woman wearing a monkey mask stood up.

"Let's go, this is the only way at the moment."

"I should have listened to the thrush..."

"Yeah, if we don't let it go, how can the God of Food get in?"

"Okay, what's the point of saying this now?"

"It's no use. I should have listened to Thrush from the beginning! If I had listened to him, would it have turned out like this?"

"Haha, you remember me now? What were you doing back then?"

"???"

After hearing the smug mocking voice, the gods of the King-Slaying Society couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then they all turned around and found that a familiar figure had sat on the main seat vacated after the White Snake left.

"How did you..."

"I'm here to wipe your ass!"

Feeling the alarm ringing in his head, almost deafening him, Thrush straightened his crooked mask and asked angrily:

"I told you to stop right away. If you keep going, something bad will happen. You guys refused to listen and even held a vote... Vote! Why don't you vote now? Huh?"

"..."

"Didn't each of you make sense before? You said that you didn't need to send anyone to descend into the world this time. No matter how powerful the God of Food is, he can't come up and kill you. But what happened? Did he come up? Huh?"

"..."

"To be honest, I really wish you had guessed it right!"

Looking at the trembling white snake and the gods who were so scared that they dared not raise their heads, the thrush said with a look of disappointment:

"Compared to the current result, it would be better if he came up and killed you all!
Damn it... If he really becomes a true god, instead of being hunted by him for hundreds of years and then being caught and eaten one by one, we might as well just commit suicide together!"

"That's enough, Crow... President." Seeing Crow's eyes full of unsatisfied words, as if he was ready to continue scolding, the old woman wearing the macaque mask couldn't help but sigh, and then took the initiative to step forward and say:

"This is all our fault. We shouldn't have questioned your judgment. If something similar happens again next time, we promise to strictly follow your instructions... Lord Thrush, do you have any other solution for this situation?"

"Humph!"

╭ (╯ ^ ╰) ╮

After listening to the old woman's question and looking at the expectant eyes of the True Gods, the Thrush couldn't help but snort heavily, then raised three fingers with a droopy face.

"Now that things have come to this, I only have three options left."

"?!"

Seeing the three fingers raised by the thrush, all the true gods couldn't help but be overjoyed.

As expected of the Crow Guild President! Faced with such a dire situation, we were all ready to risk our lives, but he was able to come up with three solutions!

"The worst solution I can think of is what White Snake just mentioned, which is to take you to block the God of Food."

After secretly insulting the White Snake, looking at the White Snake masked man who lowered his head and said nothing, Thrush couldn't help but hum with pride:

"Although if we do this, at least half of us will die, and we may not be able to kill the God of Food, but we can definitely drive him out of the Source God Platform, so it is not a bad idea..."

"Mr. Thrush!"

After stopping the thrush from repeatedly whipping the white snake's corpse, the old woman wearing the monkey mask smiled bitterly and said:

"The God of Cookery has been in there for a while. We don't have much time. You should just tell me the best solution!"

"Haha, okay."

After glancing at the ashamed white snake, the thrush, who had successfully taken revenge, finally spoke out his plan.

"The best way is to take advantage of this opportunity and get everyone into the real world!"

"what?!"

Under the confused gazes of the gods at the King-Slaying Society, the Crow on the main seat explained:
"On my way back to clean up your mess, my truth suddenly warned me that someone who was highly related to the God of Food had also entered the Source God Platform.

Since I felt something was wrong, I took the risk to go over and take a look, and I just happened to find the trace of the Blood-haired Princess, and she still had the complete bloodline of the Kingdom of Sikalevin!"

"what?!"

After hearing what the thrush said, the gods of the King-Slaying Society were suddenly shocked.

"Damn it! We've been tricked!"

"So... Snake Husband was not eaten by the God of Food, but is cooperating with the God of Food?"

"Wait! Then the Watchtower Palace is..."

"That's right!"

After opening his mouth to take over the conversation, a gleam flashed in the thrush's eyes, and he said with a slight expectation on his face:

"As long as we capture the Blood-Haired Princess and drag her back to the real world to protect her, the Watchtower Palace can continue to exist!"

"Edible God..."

"If he wants to be a real god, then let him be one!"

Thrush couldn't help but cross his legs and said proudly:
"The further he goes on the long steps to godhood, the longer it will take for him to imprint himself. By the time he becomes a true god, we will have already returned to the Watchtower Palace and hidden in the isolated world!"

After imagining himself hiding in the protection of the Watchtower Palace, while Leon, who had been promoted to the True God, was blocked outside by the Watchtower Palace, waving his fangs and roaring loudly in anger, but just couldn't get in, Thrush suddenly felt relieved, and then he smiled and urged:

"Let's go! I'll take you to catch the Blood-Haired Princess!"

(End of this chapter)