Chapter 998 The King of the Old Days
Chapter 998 The King of the Old Days
Has the real us been killed by the God of Food? The present us is just a part of the past protected by [Yesterday's Residence]?
After hearing the news from Thrush, the true gods of the King-Slaying Society could not help but be stunned. The entire [Yesterday's Residence] was eerily quiet, even more dead silent than a cemetery in the wilderness.
They haven't experienced the future yet, and although they don't believe in the vice president, Thrush, they still have some understanding of him. Although Thrush is a bit face-conscious, he is not the type to like such boring jokes, so...
Is everything he said true?
"Thrush..."
After a very long silence, the old woman wearing the macaque mask raised her head first and asked in a dry voice:
"What you said is true? Did you see us being killed by the God of Food?"
"Not only you, but also the forty or so other true gods who rushed over after discovering that the God of Food had entered the Origin Clay Tablet..."
After telling the story of how the God of Food disguised himself as the Snake Husband Director and sneaked into the King-Slaying Association, stepped onto the 250-step God-ascending Stairs in one fell swoop, and finally fought against a hundred people alone and held back hundreds of True Gods, the Crow glanced at the dumbfounded White Snake next to him, and then said with a sigh:
“After that, I chose to fight to the death with you. I successfully blocked the attacks of the God of Food many times, and even caused him... um... a certain degree of serious damage. But the God of Food was still too strong after all. I fought hard but couldn’t beat him.
However, when I was about to lead you to retreat, the White Snake insisted on singing a different tune from me, locking me tightly and not letting me leave. In the end, his neck was still broken by the God of Food, and none of you escaped. In the end, I could not do anything and could only rely on the truth to forcibly avoid the God of Food... Alas..."
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"You don't believe it?"
After seeing the expressions of the gods at the King Slayer Conference, Thrush couldn't help but look dark. He raised his chin to let everyone look at his neck, then tore open the robe under his armpits, revealing large marks as if he had been entangled by a python.
Thinking of the experience of being tightly entangled by the white snake and almost being killed by the God of Food, the thrush could not help but glare at the white snake, and then said with a slightly angry look:
"Here, see? This is the evidence!"
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"If you had trusted me once in the past, would you have let the God of Cookery sneak in?"
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"If you can listen to me and not follow the White Snake to cause internal strife, will the God of Cookery have a chance to kill people?"
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"Heh...believe it or not!"
Seeing the suspicious expressions of the gods who had never experienced the future, the thrush seemed to be enraged. It opened the door to Yesterday's Residence and wanted to leave, but was stopped by the old woman in time.
"Thrush... Mr. Vice President."
After politely introducing her position, the old woman wearing a macaque mask said hesitantly:
“It’s not that we don’t believe you, but we were having a good meeting, and then you suddenly showed up and announced that we were all dead. This is really... hard to accept.
Also, for the past thousands of years, this [Yesterday Residence] has been the gathering place for the King-Slaying Society. Many of our people have died at the hands of the Cleanup Bureau before. Why was [Yesterday Residence] activated only this time?"
"how could I know?"
Thrush couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard that.
"I just relied on my perception as a pillar god to detect traces of the operation of truth. I guess it should be [Yesterday Residence] that was activated and saved your past from the hands of the God of Food. As for other things, I don't know if you ask me!"
"I might know something..."
Hearing this, the White Snake who had been silent all this time finally checked his current condition, and then said with a deathly pale face:
"The [Yesterday Residence] where we are staying is one of the palaces that Lord Black King left in the 'past'. Lord Black King's true name is [King of the Old Days], and he possesses the supreme power that can penetrate time.
For Lord Black King, going back to the past is as easy as walking down the stairs for humans. If he is willing to pay the price, he can even forcibly move things that originally existed only in the past to the present or even the future just like carrying things upstairs.
When Lord Black King created this palace, it was the most brutal period of the Cleaning Bureau. At that time, there were nearly twenty cleaners with the strength of Pillar Gods. Even four lords were chased back to the old land and were finally brutally killed by the Cleaning Bureau.
So Lord Black King probably thought that it would be best to preserve some fire for the King of Slaughter who stayed here, so he left part of his truth in this [Yesterday's Residence]. As long as the conditions are met, the truth in this [Yesterday's Residence] will be triggered and our "past" will be pulled back. As for that condition... If I'm not mistaken, it should be when we have a large number of casualties on a certain day, and the number of people is directly reduced to the brink of destruction..."
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So...were we really killed by the God of Food? What Thrush said was true?!
After listening to the White Snake's explanation in silence, the True Gods finally felt relieved. However, even in the face of this ironclad fact, there were still some people who were unwilling to accept the fact that they were dead.
After a while, a True God wearing a shrew mask looked around at the other members. Suddenly, his eyes lit up slightly and he hurriedly questioned:
"No! If we were all killed by the God of Food and only he was left alive as Thrush said, then everyone from yesterday should be here. But we are not all here now. Wild Boar, White Bee, Aardvark... why aren't they here?"
Yup!
After hearing the words of the shrew-masked man, a hint of hope suddenly appeared on the faces of the gods of the King-Slaying Society, and pairs of eyes filled with hope stared at the thrush.
After receiving their expectant looks, the thrush opened its lips slightly, then turned its head slightly and replied in a low voice:
"They're not here... probably because they're not dead..."
Very good!
Hearing that there were other survivors besides the thrush, the gods of the King-Slaying Society could not help but smile with joy, and the old woman wearing the monkey mask could not help but ask with joy in her eyes:
"So they managed to retreat?"
"I was caught..."
"ah?!!!"
"They were captured by the God of Food..."
After his cheek twitched slightly, the thrush whispered reluctantly:
"That's right... the God of Food checked their powers and probably thought they might be useful, so he didn't kill them, but tied them up and took them away..."
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After another long silence, the true god wearing a shrew mask asked with a trembling voice:
"You mean to say... when the God of Food was besieged by more than a hundred True Gods, he still had the mind to be picky?"
"Um……"
"No? That's not right!"
Upon hearing this, the white snake beside him also became anxious.
"Didn't you just say that it didn't make much difference, and that you even caused him serious damage?"
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Seeing the White Snake's impatient expression, the Thrush's throat moved slightly, but in the end he was too embarrassed to say anything, and just hummed twice with ambiguous meanings.
Who says that serious injuries must be physical? When I fled... When I withdrew, the expression on the God of Cookery's face was so unhappy, he must have been seriously hurt psychologically!
(End of this chapter)