"Red King, my lord!"
The elderly woman wearing a monkey mask on the left of the White Snake stood up abruptly, her eyes full of murderous intent as she said:
"We will definitely intercept the two board mbers of the Cleanup Bureau and ensure they cannot return to the real world!"
"Yes!"
Another True God wearing a monkey mask also stood up, scanning the surroundings fiercely with a cold voice:
"No one can back down this ti! If we really let the Food God live for another fifty years, we're done for!"
"I second that!"
"I'll... I'll go too!"
"It's not like we're staging an ambush on the Food God, just two board mbers. Even if they're killed, they can revive in several decades. What's there to hesitate about?"
"Count in!"
Excellent!
Seeing the True Gods rise one by one, expressing their determination to intercept the two board mbers at all costs, the red figure at the long table nodded in satisfaction and motioned for them to sit by lowering his hand.
"You all did well... However, this ti, we have entrusted others with the task, so you don't need to get directly involved."
"???"
Amidst the puzzled gazes of the True Gods, the red figure spoke with a smile:
"To prevent the Cleanup Bureau from directly using the life fragnts, the Yellow King went into slumber within the Ti Vortex, casting a curse on the fragnt that was taken. Only the 'Abnormal Purification' secret technique of Capricorn, the board mber of the Cleanup Bureau, can remove the curse added by the Yellow King.
Moreover, with and the Blue King pursuing from behind, their first stop after returning will inevitably be Heavenly Mountain, to seek out Capricorn from the Cleanup Bureau. Capricorn, who possesses the Purification Secret Technique, can temporarily command a large number of angels wishing to remain conscious.
The only ones who are adept at dealing with angels are demons. Considering this, we have reached out to the Abyss Hundred Prisons. The task of intercepting those two board mbers will be handed over to the demons in the Abyss Hundred Prisons. Your task is to contain the real world, preventing the Cleanup Bureau from sending reinforcents."
Contain... the real world?
Upon hearing the task allocation from the red figure, the True Gods of the Slaughter King Association were at a loss, then turned their eyes towards the White Snake, who cautiously inquired:
"Your Excellency, Red King, when you say contain the real world, specifically, you an...?"
"Stop the Food God."
After a slight tremor, the Red King, with a puzzled expression, comnted:
"For so reason, the Food God is imnsely popular in the Abyss Hundred Prisons, receiving admiration from many demons. It seems quite a few demons worship his statue.
Even the Gluttonous Demon God of the Abyss of Gluttony has vacated its throne, voluntarily sitting in the first seat on the left, expressing that if the Food God is willing to reincarnate as a demon after death, it is willing to yield its position.
Because of this unique situation, the Blue King and I worried that after he enters Heavenly Mountain, he might affect the actions of those demons from the Abyss Hundred Prisons. Therefore, we decided to keep him in the real world if possible, and it falls to you to keep him... um?"
Seeing the group of True Gods suddenly sit back down, heads down and silent as if afraid of being called on by a teacher, the Red King couldn't help but visibly darken, then rarely lost his temper, angrily saying:
"Listen carefully, this is not a task for a selected few but for all of you! You mustn't refuse!"
"..."
"You must stop the Food God no matter what, preventing him from leading reinforcents to Heavenly Mountain!"
"..."
"You can let other board mbers and the director of the Zodiac Bureau go, but the Food God must be intercepted!"
"..."
"At the very least, you must delay him for a while, so he takes longer to proceed..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
Isn't this... not enough?
Seeing the True Gods around the table with their heads lowered and necks shrunk, not daring to speak up, the red figure on the table felt numb and couldn't help but glare at the White Snake, who also had their head lowered.
Where do you get the nerve to complain to ?
Ning Ke, although unpopular in his role as vice president, at least he has confronted the Food God several tis, always surviving. And you, this lousy snake, after hearing the task, don't even dare to make a sound. How do you have the face to mock Ning Ke?
Finished...
Feeling the increasingly unfriendly gaze of the red figure and the pressure mounting, the White Snake gritted their teeth, stamped their foot, stood up abruptly, and raised a determined hand, declaring:
"We can trade with the Abyss!"
"?!!!"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Under the bewildered gaze of the red figure, hearing the White Snake's proposal, the True Gods who had been wishing to hide in their chairs suddenly straightened their backs, puffed out their chests, and raised their necks again, energetically voicing their support:
"It's just a bunch of angels, I am willing to go to Heavenly Mountain!"
"Heavenly Mountain is more suitable, I actually specialize in dealing with angels."
"Such an important task can't be entrusted to demons; we should handle it ourselves!"
"Yes, yes."
"Count in!"
"..."
Seeing the Slaughter King Association mbers enthusiastically supporting after the White Snake first declared, the red figure shook vigorously a couple of tis, then helplessly reminded:
"Don't underestimate Heavenly Mountain, those corrupted angels kill anyone they see, and their numbers are almost endless. Even True Gods can easily be overwheld; it's better to let the demons do it..."
"We can do it!"
"It's not about can or cannot!"
The red figure with a headache said:
"Capricorn possesses the Purification Secret Technique, which can keep angels conscious, so approaching corrupted angels poses no danger to him. He can go directly into the deepest part of Heavenly Mountain, but you may find it hard to follow him in and eliminate him..."
"We can!"
The elderly woman who stood up first took a deep breath, her face red with promise, said:
"Red King, my lord! If you're not reassured, we can go right now! We'll eliminate Capricorn in advance!"
Upon hearing the elderly woman's words, the True Gods recalled the dangers of Heavenly Mountain and hesitated a bit, but when considering that the other option was facing the Food God, they steeled themselves and joined in, affirming:
"The monkey is right! We can handle it too!"
"We're no worse than the demons of the Abyss Hundred Prisons!"
"Count in!"
"..."
You guys really are...
The red figure couldn't help but twitch seeing the True Gods who would rather fight against countless angels than face the Food God, but he waved his hand to stop them, though a bit wary:
"Let's not talk about eliminating Capricorn in advance; whether you can or not aside, wiping him out would an that the Scorpio and Virgo board mbers carrying the life fragnts may not head to Heavenly Mountain first, so let's not rush... and if you genuinely want to trade tasks, it's possible..."
At this point, noticing the True Gods subtly sigh with relief, the red figure couldn't help but ask:
"Are you really that afraid of him? Would you rather risk being polluted by 'evil's pus' and fight to the death with a bunch of crazed angels than intercept the Food God?"
"..."
Of course!
Upon hearing the red figure's words, the mbers of the Slaughter King Association exchanged glances, seeing affirmation in their eyes.
Does it even need saying? Compared to the hundred-million crazed angels, the Food God is far scarier!
After all, no matter how crazy they are, those angels are re beasts without reason. The way the Food God looks at us is like he's viewing pigs in a pen. Not to ntion when he talks about us, it's always in 'headcounts'!
"Alright then..."
Seeing the True Gods indirectly acknowledge their fear, the red figure reluctantly nodded. However, just as he was about to retract the order and assign the Slaughter King Association to the intercepting task at Heavenly Mountain, a deep, resonant bell suddenly rang from above.
This is... success?!!!
Looking up towards the bone hanging clock above the long table, seeing the last bit of white completely fade, excitent surged in the White Snake's eyes, loudly reporting with joy:
"Your Excellency, Red King! Our plan succeeded! From now on, the Watcher's Palace can no longer block True Gods from entering and leaving the real world!"
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