Chapter 992 Trading
Chapter 992 Trading
"Or... let's go catch the Blood-Haired Princess!"
With a group of true gods from the King-Slayer Society, they turned the Origin Clay Tablet hanging in the galaxy upside down, but still failed to find any trace of the God of Food. Thrush touched his heart, which was beating faster and faster, and couldn't help but make a suggestion:
"I don't know why, but as soon as I got here, I felt really nervous. I felt like something bad was going to happen if I stayed any longer..."
"?!"
After hearing what Thrush said, all the True Gods couldn't help but tremble at the same time.
If it had happened before, when Thrush said he felt something was not right, everyone might have thought he was crazy because he was afraid of the God of Cookery. But Thrush has been right so many times, and if they continue to ignore his opinions, then it’s not that he has a problem with his brain, but that everyone has a problem with their brains.
Especially now that the God of Food is missing, everyone clearly saw him fall from the long steps to the gods, so the God of Food must be near the Origin Clay Tablet, but now he is nowhere to be seen...
"Wait a minute!"
Seeing that the True Gods seemed to want to retreat, the White Snake, who had been silent all the way, clenched his fists, then gritted his teeth and stood up, his face pale as death:
"I don't want to be like a pigeon trapped in a cage by an eagle, living in fear and hiding in the real world every day, worrying about the cleanup bureau's crackdown and the God of Food coming in to kill people... Anyone who wants to go find the Blood-Haired Princess can go, but I must stay!"
"..."
Right……
Looking at the white snake who was determined to stay, the true gods couldn't help but look at each other, vaguely feeling that what he said did make sense.
Although Thrush's "best strategy" is highly feasible, the result is only good for himself. For other true gods except him, life blocked by the Cleansing Bureau and the God of Food sounds a bit like being worse than death, so they might as well stay and take a gamble!
"No! No!"
With a clearly audible thumping sound, the expression of the thrush standing in the front changed. He hurriedly covered his chest and took a few steps back. Then he said in a pale face:
"There is a problem! There is definitely a problem!!!"
"?!!"
As the True Gods were shocked, Thrush said in panic:
"Something must have isolated the God of Food and temporarily blocked my truth! Now he is coming back! He is coming back with a bigger disaster than before! I... No! I have to retreat! I have to retreat!"
"wait!"
Seeing that the thrush seemed to be really ready to run away, the white snake quickly reached out and grabbed him.
"You can go! But you have to give the name of the snake man..."
"Here you go! I'll give it back to you!"
After trying twice to get the White Snake's hand away without success, Thrush stomped his feet vigorously, and then took out a ball of light from his arms, and pressed it into the White Snake's mouth with an extremely rough movement, and then hissed in the sound of his own heartbeat as dense as a drum:
"I may have made a wrong judgment! There are no three options at all! Apart from tying up the Blood-Haired Princess, the other two options are dead ends... Let go! Let go!"
So exaggerated? !
Hearing the thrush's nervous shouting, the expressions of the true gods changed again and again.
After being shot by the God of Food again, there were only sixty or so true gods left from the King-Slaying Society. Including the other true gods who had noticed something wrong with the Source God Platform and had taken the initiative to rush over to investigate, the total number of true gods in the Origin Clay Tablet had now exceeded one hundred.
No matter how strong the God of Food is, he is only one person. Could it be that hundreds of True Gods can't do anything to the God of Food? Or even... will he die?
"Sir Thrush... are you sure?" After weighing the situations on both sides, the True God wearing the boar mask could not imagine why it would be a dead end. After hesitating for a while, he could not help but ask:
"We are not planning to take action this time. We just want to negotiate with the God of Food... Now there are more than a hundred True Gods on the Origin Clay Tablet, and new True Gods are constantly arriving. With so many True Gods present, is it dangerous to just negotiate with him?"
"Negotiation? What do you want to discuss with me?"
"Of course... OMG!"
Hearing the puzzled question coming from behind him, the Wild Boar God was about to answer, but suddenly realized something was wrong. He howled and ran away, but he was still slow and was grabbed by the neck and dragged back.
Amid the horrified gazes of the True Gods, the Wild Boar True God, whose Adam's apple was nearly crushed, cried out with tears streaming down his face as he looked at the God of Food who had taken off his mask and revealed his true face.
“Eat, eat, eat, eat…”
"Do you want to eat fried pancakes?"
After making a joke that only he knew, Leon, who was thrown out from the Root Room No. 3, put more strength in his hands and lifted up the limp Boar God. Then he looked around at the Gods on the Origin Tablet and asked again:
"Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"..."
"God of Cookery!"
Seeing the Boar God being strangled by Leon and being so frightened that he dared not even tremble, the White Snake Masked Man could not help but... hugged Thrush's waist tightly, and then shouted angrily:
"You'd better let him go!"
"?"
Looking at the white snake that suddenly "threatened" him, Leon couldn't help but blink in confusion, then raised his hand and pointed at the thrush that was locked by the white snake, and said with puzzled eyes:
"What will happen if I don't let him go? Are you going to kill him with me and strangle him to death as well?"
"God of Cookery! Don't be so arrogant!"
Seeing Leon's palm slowly pressing down on the head of the Wild Boar God with the three "level 50" powers of [Blood], [Death], and [Fear], the White Snake shouted angrily:
"Director Shefu is in cahoots with you, right? His signature on the [Law Book] is in my hand! Now I just need to crush his name, and he will surely die! And as long as he dies, your plan will be completely thwarted!"
My plan...is to revive the citizens of the East Karawen Kingdom, and then resume the Watch Palace?
"God of Cookery! We want to make a deal with you!"
Seeing that Leon stopped his actions and did not rely on his strength to crush the Wild Boar God to death, the White Snake couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The four limbs of the white snake were like four white phosphorus pythons, tightly wrapping around the trembling crow in its arms. After making sure that he couldn't get rid of it even if he ran away, the white snake gritted its teeth and said sternly:
"If you want to revive the 120 million people who died in the Kingdom of East Karaven, you must rely on Director Shefu, and his life is now in my...our hands!"
After secretly swallowing the light ball representing the name of Director Snake Husband, White Snake took off his mask, spit out another light ball, and then began to explain:
"This is a page from the Book of Laws. Our terms have been signed on it. As long as you give up on becoming a True God and withdraw from the Source God Platform, and promise not to covet eternal life, we will return the name of Director Shefu to you!
If you insist on getting your hands on the Origin Tablet, we will first crush Director Snakeman to death to put an end to your plan, and then we will stop at nothing to keep you here! It’s your choice!”
(End of this chapter)