??Chapter 1446: Chapter 1403: The Butt Decides the Brain
Chapter 1446: Chapter 1403: The Butt Decides the Brain
“They naturally have their considerations as deities, and if they now refrain from acting, then it must be that they have reasons they cannot intervene. Otherwise, they wouldn’t just stand by and watch.”
A female voice from the rear, bridging millions of miles through the Magic Array, reached the general’s ears, softly defending those superior beings, filled with trust.
However, after experiencing a brutal war, so doubts had begun to form in the general’s heart. Seeing his subordinates fall one by one, even the most devout faith could crack.
“What are we, the small figures, then, in the eyes of those supre beings? Are we just disposable pawns?”
“Of course not, general, please, do not speak rashly.”
The operator from the rear was startled by what the general had said; the words had left her uncertain how to respond.
“If not, then let it be proven to
with facts that the Divine Court hasn’t abandoned us, that our White Dragon 11th Legion has not been made sacrificial.”
“What sort of proof do you seek, general?” As the operator, who possessed Elves blood, was about to reply, a slightly weary yet aged voice suddenly interjected.
“Who are you?”
Hearing a third party unexpectedly interpose in his communication with the rear operator, the general, who was already drawing his weapons to clash with the enemies, responded calmly.
“Just an old chap with a bit of spare ti, general. Tell , what kind of proof do you need?”
“I need military support, high-level military support; my legion is about to break.”
“Understood. Please wait a mont.” After speaking, the weary voice quickly disappeared as if it had never been there.
“What is his identity?” After a mont of silence and having just cleaved through an insect much larger than a human, avoiding the splattering bug fluids, the general asked.
“I do not know,” a slightly bewildered voice responded.
“Can you find out who that person is?”
“I’m sorry, general, my clearance is not sufficient.”
“I see, I understand now.” An answer that was both unexpected and reasonable led the general to quickly surmise what was happening, and his heart surged with a hint of joy and hope.
Without doubt, that scene had just caught the attention of a big figure, who, using their high-level clearance, directly tuned into his conversation with the rear operator and appeared ready to intervene.
Roar!
A deep battle roar burst suddenly in the sky, followed by a visible mist of ice beginning to spread, reflecting a dazzling array of colorful ice crystals raining from the sky.
A massive and bone-chilling authority descended from the sky; then, everything began to freeze over, heralding the dominance of an icy world.
“A truly significant figure has arrived.”
Watching his armor quickly beco covered with frost in a short period of ti, yet feeling not the slightest chill himself, the general silently assessed.
Such a wide-ranging but precise ability to target the enemy was unimaginable in its strength.
“But just this one isn’t enough!”
The general gazed into the sky where a colossal giant, seemingly possessing Dragon Bloodline, had appeared. Despite his surprise, he also felt a slight regret that there were too few of them.
If seven or eight such beings could co, he wouldn’t need to fight this war at all; he could just take his legion and go rest. But such events were only possible in dreams. Reality wouldn’t allow it.
“The Divine Court will not abandon anyone.”
A resonant voice, as if a dragon’s roar, rang in the general’s ear, following which he saw the giant, with the subtle Dragon Bloodline, landing on the ground. Within a visible radius around him, all enemy creatures were frozen into ice statues in but a few breaths, then shattered into dust, drifting away with the wind.
“Demigod Giant!”
Perceiving that fleeting, dignified aura, which made him want to submit and worship, the general quickly assigned a label to the supportive giant.
“Troubleso!”
Boom, boom, boom—
Ominous black and red thunder sparkled in the sky with vast Dark Clouds spreading, and monstrous limbs appeared fleetingly. Troubling black rain fell, following the drifting Dark Clouds, and upon landing, it didn’t splash droplets but conjured monstrous heads that parasitized on the corpses of their own kind, rapidly drawing from the surrounding matter to grow.
Therefore, where the dark clouds passed, a severe bug tide ford in tandem, but this was rely a byproduct of that one cloud in the sky. Compared to the cloud itself, these were nothing at all.
“I knew it would be like this,” the general groaned weakly in his heart.
In the current world battlefield, whenever one side exhibited a power beyond the limit, the other side was sure to dispatch a corresponding force in the shortest ti.
So when the general saw the being that ca to support was a Divine Descendant, while he felt delighted, he also felt sowhat frustrated.
The delight was that he indeed wasn’t abandoned; it was just his bad luck to have drawn such a highly difficult war mission.
And the frustration was that the upper limit of power on this battlefield where he was located had been forcibly raised. What was originally ordinary legend was forcibly raised to the level of Divine Descendant, demigod.
“Do Divine Descendants from the Divine Court always disregard rules like this? Under equal conditions, about to be defeated, they imdiately dispatch a higher-level force to intervene.”
With a tone of faint mockery erging from the dark clouds, it was clear this was a being that harbored great hatred toward the Divine Court.
However, such a situation was normal; as traditional order beneficiaries, they naturally despised the Divine Court, newcors wanting to reestablish order.
“Rules? What rules? Who set those? I didn’t know about them.”
The robust giant with vigorous vitality raised his head and puffed out his chest, staring at the dark clouds in the sky, showing no signs of cowardice or weakness.
On the battlefield, using equivalent combat power was an unwritten rule. But since it was unwritten, naturally it couldn’t be docunted on paper nor was there any guarantee—indeed, it couldn’t be openly discussed.
“It seems you don’t want to play by the rules. Since that’s the case, I’ll accompany you.”
Giant sickle legs stretched out from the dark clouds, spanning tens of kiloters to strike at the demigod giant. Before the massive sickle leg even reached the ground, the powerful air pressure had already carved a long ravine on the land, with potential to expand into an abyss.
“The weak draft the rules, absurdly hoping to bind the strong! Hmph, utterly ridiculous.”
And facing the attack from another being of equal strength, the face of the giant Divine Descendant was filled with scorn. As a Divine Descendant of the Divine Court, he had the capital to be proud.
Because every deity in the Dragon God System and Giant God System of the Divine Court had received the teachings of the great God King Muria. In other words, this giant with Dragon Blood also carried a trace of the God King’s Blood.
This power, although not enough to let him cross the barrier between deities and ordinary houses, nonetheless gave him an unshakeable advantage in battles against equals.
…
“Promoting peace through war, unbelievable, Muria, this would actually be your idea.”
“There’s nothing unbelievable about it. Being in a different position leads to different thoughts,” Muria rubbed his brows, feeling sowhat helpless.
Muria realized that even becoming the strongest deity, aspiring to be the true master of the world, the king of gods, was not a simple matter.
For even as the strongest deity, the other deities still had significant power.
This power would be insufficient to oppose Him, yet if it were aid at destruction, or even mutual destruction, it would be more than enough.
And this was why Muria hesitated, not taking action; having beco the strongest, He already considered the entire world His possession and was reluctant to see His property severely damaged.
Thus, He proactively restricted warfare within groups below deities, trying to avoid conflicts and wars among deities as much as possible. Because no matter how the battles fared, in the end, He would be the one at a loss.
“Your idea is indeed well-considered, but those guys have no appreciation at all, and it appears they’re even planning to use this as support to wage a war of attrition with you.
How do you plan to handle this? Or do you intend to just keep this up with Them?”
“My patience has limits,” Muria lowered his head and gripped the clanging sword in his hand. The divine sword, shimring with crimson light upon its white blade, instantly cald down, quietly accumulating power as it awaited the mont to be swung by its master.
“But I must remind you, the domains we control in the Divine Court are still just barely over a third of the world’s known domains. Engaging them in a war of attrition, given this volu, is greatly disadvantageous for us.
Therefore, we can’t drag this out too long, aning you can’t be too patient.”
“But once I strike, many places will be reduced to ruins, and that’s not what I want,” Muria was sowhat distressed, ultimately still governed by his position.
When He was just an ordinary deity, He frequently incited divine wars, believing in all thods of gaining benefit. But now that He has beco the strongest, hopeful to beco the master of the world, He began actively avoiding war.
“But the problem is if you don’t strike, just relying on us, you won’t even have ruins. No matter how rich the resources of those domains are, or how beautiful the environnt is, it will have nothing to do with you.”
“So, what are you suggesting?”
“Rather than entangling endlessly, better to cut the ss quickly with a decisive strike, even if it ans reducing it to ruins, we could spend ti rebuilding.”
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