Chapter 999 You! Go stop the God of Cookery!
Chapter 999 You! Go stop the God of Cookery!
understood……
Seeing Thrush suddenly stop answering the question and start talking about irrelevant things, the hope that just surged in the eyes of the gods of the King-Slaying Society was completely strangled.
Judging from the performance of the Crow, in the future we may not be defeated in a fierce battle, but be beaten by the God of Food without any chance to fight back, or even just cause him some minor injuries, and there will not be many attacks that can threaten the God of Food's life.
There is such a huge gap in strength between the two sides, and the God of Cookery is even about to become a god. What is left for us to do?
Oh, we are all dead, so it's okay...
Faced with the miserable future where they were outnumbered by one hundred and still being slaughtered like pigs, the gods in [Yesterday's House] who were literally half-dead had no idea what to say.
After the third long and suffocating silence, the White Snake, who was slumped in his seat, spoke first, whispering in a low voice with a gloomy expression:
"Actually...it's not impossible for us to be resurrected..."
"?!!!"
Under the astonished gaze of the gods, the white snake explained weakly:
“I have been in charge of the King-Slaying Society for a long time and have had a lot of contact with the four adults, so I have a certain understanding of the truth of Lord Black King... In fact, our current situation is a bit similar to that of the Snake Director.
He merged with Lord Red King's [blood], which meant he was infected with some of the Pillar God's immortality, and was able to revive with Lord Red King's blood and marrow. We were absorbed by Lord Black King's [past], so as long as we continue the future that was 'cut off', we can also be resurrected."
We can actually be resurrected? ! ! !
Yes! We were both “saved” by the Pillar God. Even the Snake Director could be resurrected, so why can’t we?
There is hope!
"White Snake."
After taking a look at the white snake's strange expression, the old woman wearing the macaque mask couldn't help but call the white snake, and then asked:
"So what should we do to continue the future that has been cut off?"
"As long as we kill the person who cut off our future, it will be equivalent to killing the opponent who cut off our future. Our broken future can be resumed."
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So...we have to defeat the God of Cookery?
After looking at each other, the eyes of the true gods of the King-Slaying Society could not help but reveal a deep look of despair once again.
According to Thrush, in the past more than a hundred True Gods went to besiege the God of Food and were beaten to a pulp by him, unable to even escape. Now there are only fifty or sixty of us left. Isn't that even more doomed?
"Actually... we may not be unable to do it!"
Seeing the atmosphere that had just improved a little sink again, the old woman, who had a little hope in her heart, quickly said in a gentle voice:
"Although we are stuck in this day, we have countless opportunities to challenge. And didn't Thrush say before? He still caused a certain degree of damage to the God of Food. So as long as we work together, maybe..."
“There’s no concerted effort.”
Leaning back on the chair, the White Snake stared straight at the magnificent dome of Yesterday's Residence, muttering in despair:
"Although we were absorbed by Yesterday's Residence together, each of us is a separate individual with a completely different 'past', so we cannot resume the future together. We can only face our own broken futures individually...which means we have to fight the God of Cookery alone."
"..."
"And we don't have many chances. Yesterday's Residence only keeps a copy of our 'past', so we only have one chance to challenge the God of Cookery. If we lose this time, even the current 'yesterday' version of us will die."
"..."
"In addition, because the 'past' that we have been preserved only includes yesterday, rather than the complete 'past' of our entire life, once 'yesterday' ends, we will be immediately reset by [Yesterday House], losing all our current memories and returning to the state at the beginning of yesterday." "..."
"So if you want to try it, remember to copy your memory every 24 hours and make a mark that only you know, so that the reset self knows what happened during this period... Or you can directly challenge the God of Cookery. Anyway, there is no difference between these two options."
"..."
Indeed, this situation is no different from being completely dead...
As the White Snake explained weakly, an almost visible low pressure quickly spread in [Yesterday's Residence], pressing on the brows and hearts of all the true gods, forcing them to sit back in their chairs one by one.
The gods, who had completely lost hope, either bowed their heads in silence, or looked up at the sky like the White Snake. Their desperate eyes gradually lost all color.
However, just when all the true gods had completely given up the idea of resurrection and some had begun to hesitate as to whether or not to challenge the God of Food in a duel, a crimson flame with vigorous vitality suddenly burned up from the center of the long bone table.
“You did a great job!”
Looking at the bone clock hanging on the dome and finding that the clock had completely changed color, the red shadow couldn't help but look at the white snake and said with great satisfaction:
"It looks like the Watchtower Palace has really been completely breached... White Snake! You are the first to do this! When we come back... White Snake?"
"Lord Red King..."
After hearing the red shadow's puzzled question, the white snake that was slumped in the chair struggled to stand up and asked with an extremely complicated expression:
"Before I explain our situation to you, could you please answer a question for me first...Are you the you of yesterday or the you of today?"
"???"
Am I the same person I was yesterday or am I the same person I am today? What kind of a mess is this?
However, even Thrush, who was also a pillar god, was unable to distinguish the "real" and "fake" gods at first. The Red King, whose real body was not around in the world but was only communicating from an unknown distance, was even less able to do so.
After looking at the gods of the King-Slayer Society with doubt, the Red King could not help but frowned, and then announced:
"What do you mean by yesterday and today? I'll tell you something later. White Snake, I failed to fulfill my promise to you yesterday. The demon gods in the Abyss Hell do not agree to exchange with you."
"what?"
The white snake, who had no relevant memories, was slightly stunned when he heard the words, then he struggled to stand up and asked with confusion in his eyes:
"What in exchange?"
"???"
Why do you seem to have lost your memory? What happened to the others? What are you doing?
Standing in the middle of the long table and looking around at the True Gods sitting crookedly on their chairs, as if they had just been harmed, the Red King could only explain with confusion in his eyes:
"It's the exchange mission I mentioned yesterday. The demons from the Abyss are more inclined to break into Heaven Mountain, so you still have to stop the God of Food from the Cleanup Bureau... but the time can be shortened a bit."
"?!!!"
Seeing the gods suddenly shuddering at the sight of his words, and then looking at him with indescribable eyes, the Red King could only tentatively say:
"If you really can't do it, I won't ask you to block it for too long. As long as you can entangle the God of Food and keep him in the world for a month, it will be fine."
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"Or it could be shorter depending on the circumstances...but it must not be less than three weeks!"
"..."
"Or two and a half weeks... Eh? You... Are you crying? Crying?!!"
乂(Д三Д)乂? ! ? !
(End of this chapter)