[You have slain the God of Infinite chanical Dragons (Level 40~41)]
[You have completed the hidden quest—Godslayer]
[Quest Description: In the wasteland, the divine spirit is the ultimate of all. You have achieved a nearly impossible feat, reached the dream that humanity pursues all their lives—slaying a divine spirit]
[You have received a hidden reward: Spiritual Seed (Pure)]
[You have received a special reward: Mysterious Fortune Bag]
[Your final evaluation has greatly improved]
"Slaying such a strong BOSS and not even giving attribute points? Damn it, it’s unlucky, worse than Lai San! Not even explaining what this pollution is."
Lu Wenwu and the split-off Mao Mao grumbled as they crawled out from the remnants of the God of Infinite chanical Dragons.
He looked at the central controller he had blasted with a punch, looking unhappy.
With a big foot, he kicked what was left for two miles, and Lu Wenwu muttered, "Divine spirit soul, chanical body, self-healing alloy armor? Hehe... how does that compare to my well-tempered body? The human body, quite miraculous, right!"
After mumbling to himself, Lu Wenwu imdiately started jogging away, leaving Mao Mao alone and bewildered.
Looking at his anxious appearance, it seed he was eagerly searching for sothing.
Seeing this, four teammates quickly gathered around, thinking he had discovered sothing.
Even though the quest prompts had appeared, why was he acting like this?
Su Qinghong just wanted to ask Lu Wenwu if there was anything else going on, but turned around and saw him pick up two dust-covered egg-filled pancakes from the ground.
"Phew, glad they didn’t break."
Lu Wenwu held the pancakes he had tossed away, laughing joyfully.
"Hey! Don’t..." Su Qinghong suddenly shouted.
But her words were of no use.
Lu Wenwu carefully dusted off the pancakes, blew on them forcefully a few tis.
Then, folding them in his hands, he devoured them in a few bites.
Anthony, who liked cleanliness, was dumbfounded watching from the side.
As a mber of the Blood Race.
Even as a rather unconventional mber of the Blood Race.
He couldn’t understand Lu Wenwu’s sowhat crazy behavior.
Talking nonsense online while surfing was one thing, but actually eating garbage, bro?
Stunned, the Blood Count stood by, wanting to speak but hesitating.
Finally, Anthony couldn’t hold back, asking, "We... don’t really need those two pancakes, right? Even if our bodies are already extraordinary, isn’t it dirty?"
"It’s a bit dirty," Lu Wenwu thought for a mont, then replied, "But I can digest it, and my body won’t have any issues. If I don’t eat them, isn’t it wasting food? As a chef, especially a Divine Continent chef, how can I waste food?"
Anthony: "..."
As a Blood Race mber from Great Britain, he didn’t quite understand the Divine Continent people’s obsession with not wasting food.
"I knew it would be this way," Su Qinghong sighed, "But then again, a man who doesn’t waste food is a good man! No wonder he’s the guy I fancy!"
"Amitabha, well said," Old Monk Ruhuo laughed cheerfully, "Donor Tyrannosaurus truly is sincere, I’m impressed."
Enchanting Demon Kashan picked and chose among the remains of the God of Infinite chanical Dragons, excitedly saying, "Hey, can we verify another ultimate secret now? Two tasks accumulated, two hidden tasks, this ti at least it’s a Perfect Level evaluation! Brother Tyrannosaurus, I’ll send you the High Priest’s mory."
"Sounds reliable."
"Co on, let’s give it a go."
"I concur,"
Seeing everyone looking at him, Lu Wenwu chuckled, "Alright, alright, let’s give it a try."
"The God of Infinite chanical Dragons’ true form is an old era super shield tunneling machine, equipped internally with a highly intelligent AI, and rged with a ghostly creature after a nuclear war, creating a soul core. Due to intentional guidance and years of offerings from followers, it eventually nurtured a Spiritual Seed, transforming into a divine creature."
"Hmm... should be fine."
[Your team has submitted the ultimate secret]
[Validating]
[Information matching rate—94.96%, Ultimate Secret·Primitive Worship, validated]
[Primitive Worship: Fear and hope intertwined, under the erroneous guidance of one self-proclaid as a god, people subconsciously offer distorted reflections, deifying ancestors’ tools, thus originating primitive religion]
[Your team’s ultimate secret validation count has refreshed, current validation count remaining: 3]
[You have completed the mainline quest—Choose any faction to investigate and obtain its ultimate secret]
[Current rewards accumulated: [Natural Faith][Primitive Worship]]
[Currently selectable: Settle imdiately, exit the instance/reward accumulation, continue exploring]
"This feels nice now."
Lu Wenwu said, satisfied.
He habitually bent over intending to scoop Mao Mao up and cuddle him roughly, but found nothing.
Looking up, he saw Mao Mao cradled in Su Qinghong’s arms, wagging his tail and sticking his tongue out with a silly smile.
"Dumb dog, what are you doing!" Lu Wenwu deliberately put on a stern face to scare Mao Mao.
Mao Mao enjoyed, sticking his tongue out: "Woof woo... Master, Mao Mao understands reason, but her technique is really comfortable woof! You should give it a try woof!"
"Co play, darling!" Su Qinghong cast a flirtatious glance, switching to a soft tone, "Brother~ I’ll be waiting for you in my room tonight!"
"Get lost, you rascal!" Lu Wenwu laughed and scolded, "Kashan, manage the base control; Anthony, clean up the battlefield. You and Master Ruhuo co with , let’s clean up this ss. Master Ruhuo, I’ll need you to do so of your skilled work later."
"Amitabha, it should be so." The old monk donned his clean robe again, twirling the Buddhist beads, "In the Xinglong Army, besides being a commander, I also serve as a commissar, having so knowledge in education."
Oh, how fitting.
Now the professional players have entered the competition.
Soon, three people and a dog, following Kashan’s direction, found other chanical Dragon Faithful who hadn’t participated in this battle.
Really don’t know whether to say the God of Infinite chanical Dragons was too confident, or underestimated Lu Wenwu and his crew too much.
The deity didn’t even bother arranging for believers to retreat or move, nor any self-destruct asures.
Everything continued normally.
Only, so believers were concerned about the disappearance of priests and ard personnel and the strong tremors that just occurred.
After spending a bit of ti, the trio found Li River and four other peace-seeking priests who didn’t agree with the war, imprisoned.
It was sowhat ironic,
Initially, the High Priest incarcerated them for disrespecting the divine spirit, and now they’ve beco the last remaining leaders.
When Li River saw Lu Wenwu tear open the cell door barehanded, an indescribable wretched smile appeared on his face.
This ant the God of Infinite chanical Dragons and other priests were dead.
His judgnt was spot on.
Even if the divine spirit he worshipped acted personally, they couldn’t kill them.
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