pertwk Chapter 253 You want me to eat horse? I'll make you eat fart!
Chapter 253 You want me to eat horse? I'll make you eat fart!
Chapter 253 You want me to eat horse? I'll make you eat fart!
"Damn it, shouldn't the Skywing race be confronting the Forest Elf Alliance and the Goblin Alliance right now? Why are they here?"
The beastmen, with their animal ears and sharp fangs, stared in horror at the winged creatures that had appeared in the sky.
Even a single Skywing species was a great threat that could destroy their tribe, let alone the fact that there was more than one Skywing species now appearing overhead, which had already surrounded their tribe.
"You beasts are really out of touch with reality; that war is long over."
As Jibril descended from the sky, she spoke these words to an elderly, one-eyed werewolf.
"We apologize, but we are unaware of this matter. We wonder what brings you esteemed Skywing lords to our tribe?"
The werewolf tribe leader was very polite; given the vast difference in strength, he dared not show any hostility towards the Skywing race.
"We're not looking for you; we're looking for the God behind you. Where is He?"
Upon hearing this, the werewolf leader looked troubled.
"What, you don't want to answer?"
"No, it's that we don't know where our God is."
"Hey, do you want to be taken care of?"
"Our gods are just legends. I've never seen one since I was born. Besides, if there really were gods, our orc race wouldn't have split into so many tribes as we have today."
The werewolf leader forced himself to explain, fearing that his tribe would be indiscriminately wiped out by this group of winged beings who were looking for their god.
"So, your orc god is dead?"
The Skywing race pays relatively little attention to inferior beings, and the Orc race, which ranks low in the racial hierarchy, is not usually given any consideration.
"I've heard that the fox-people tribe further east still worships a deity, but no one has ever seen that deity, and we don't know if it's true or not. If you celestial beings wish to find a god, you might want to go there and take a look."
That's what the werewolf leader said.
"Fine, since you're useless now, then die."
"Ah, why?"
"Ha, you really think I can't see through you? You're trying to shift the blame onto that fox-people tribe. Those lowly creatures dare to use us Skywing race as weapons? Believe me, I'll chop your head off!"
Jibril gave a somewhat wicked smile.
"Damn it, Chieftain, let's fight these Skywinged Races to the death, Bloodbath!"
A young werewolf roared, and its fur turned blood red. The older werewolf couldn't stop it in time, and the young werewolf instantly broke through the limits of being a living being.
It arrived in front of Jibril at near-sonic speed, and just as it was about to swing its claws, it was kicked away by Jibril.
"Bang!"
It directly smashed down a small wooden house not far away.
"Baal!"
The other orc warriors shouted anxiously, unleashing their Bloodlust abilities and charging towards the surrounding Skywing race.
Blood Destruction is a burst technique that can temporarily enhance physical attributes. It is also the trump card that allows the orc race to survive in this world. Generally, it can amplify the physical attributes of an individual orc who uses Blood Destruction by three to five times.
However, there is a qualitative difference between life forms of race sequence six and above in this world and those of race sequence six and below.
Even though these orc warriors are all blood-damaged individuals, each capable of instantly unleashing three to five times their physical attributes, they are still no match for the ridiculously high stats of the Skywing race.
All that could be heard was a series of loud thuds. The faster the werewolf and orc warriors charged towards the Skywing race, the faster they were kicked back, one by one lying on the ground, unable to get up.
"Is this the Blood Evil of the Orc race? It's really quite weak!"
The Skywing race seemed unsatisfied, as if these beastmen were not as good as those mindless demons.
At least those demons were relatively durable and had fast enough regeneration, making them barely acceptable as punching bags.
"..."
Seeing the tribe's young warrior defeated, the werewolf leader remained silent, taking off his thick clothes to reveal the dense wounds beneath. His fur blushed crimson, his muscles bulged, and he charged towards Jibril.
Things could no longer be resolved amicably; death was inevitable. The only option left was to demonstrate the backbone of a bloodthirsty individual of the orc race.
The old werewolf leader approached Jibril, dodged her long kick with a zigzag movement, and positioned himself behind her. He knew he was no match for the Skywing race and was merely preparing to inflict a wound on the suspected leader before his death...
However, Jibril's spinning kick shattered his hopes; the difference between individual orcs and winged beings was simply too great.
So much so that even if the orcs desperately tried to leave a scar on the Skywing race, it would be nothing more than wishful thinking.
"Do you want to live?"
As Jibril approached the werewolf leader who was coughing up blood, she asked...
"think."
The werewolf leader nodded.
"If you want to live, go and tell the other tribes of your orc race that no matter whether the god behind your orc race is dead or not, the new god we serve will take the Star Cup."
After saying that, Jibril left with the other Skywings.
"Hey, Chieftain, we're not dead?"
The werewolf who had fallen to the ground got up and looked at the Skywing's flying figure in disbelief.
Those battlefield grim reapers, who were just as crazy as the other guys, didn't just kill them off easily.
"What do we do now?"
A werewolf asked the old clan chief.
"What else can we do but pass on the message to those Skywing races? If we don't, I'm afraid they'll come back and use Sky Strike on our tribe."
In this world, the strong get whatever they want, while the weak can only submit to orders. The orcs can barely fight the goblins, and they can also put up a fight against the forest elves.
However, when facing the Skywing species, which has transcended the biological realm, it is likely that only by gathering the blood-corrupted individuals of several tribes, and only if the Skywing species does not take flight, can one possibly wear down a Skywing species through sheer numbers.
This was something the orc race simply couldn't contend with. The werewolf leader prepared to deliver a message, while Jibril and the other winged races returned to Avant Heim's side.
Jibril reported the situation, and Avant Heim changed direction and headed towards the fox-human orc tribe.
"Race sequence 9, a fairy god, was defeated by Lord Broly with three punches."
Race Sequence 11, the Demon race, the vast majority of which only possess destructive biological instincts, are irrational, and incapable of communication, and are currently being eradicated.
Its creator, the mutated individual of the fantasy species, the Demon King, only wanted to destroy everything in this world. He was defeated by Lord Broly in one blow, along with his core, and is probably unable to be resurrected.
Race sequence 12, the god of the vampire race has long since fallen, and the group of vampire bats living in the cave castle surrendered immediately.
Race Sequence 13, the Tsukuyomi race does not exist in this world. They and their gods have lived on the Red Moon since before the Great War began, and they have no intention of participating in the war. They probably have no interest in the Star Grail.
Race sequence 14, Orcs, whose gods are investigating, and it is uncertain whether they have fallen.
"Once we've dealt with the orcs, and then those deep-sea creatures, Lord Broly will lead us to tackle the races at Sequence Six and above. I'm really looking forward to it!"
Every Skywing species was eager to fight. In the past, the God of War had no interest in causing trouble for the weak, so they had never done anything like leading an entire Skywing species to clean up the world before.
The mere thought of facing off against the Giants, Dragons, and Fantasy Races filled these Skywing Race members, who were all excited about the thrill of battle, with a sense of anticipation.
The shadow cast by the death of the God of War did not linger for long. The Skywing race quickly succumbed to the excitement of being led by the new god whom the Creator had previously designated to serve, and of persuading others (stirring up trouble).
Before long, Abant Heim arrived above the fox-people tribe. The Skywing descended without any attempt to conceal its presence and, under the furious but silent gaze of the fox-people, took away the large stone that their village had worshipped for generations.
"This must be the essence."
Azriel has good taste.
"But this should be the essence that was pierced, right?"
Raphael said.
"So, the orc god is actually dead?"
"Jibril asked."
"It seems that this thing still has a slight activity, and feels like it's on the verge of recovery."
The three Skywings looked at each other, unsure of what to do.
So they prepared to take this marrow, which they had obtained from the fox tribe, to Broly.
. . . .
In the temple of the God of War, Broly was playing chess with Chloe.
"I'm getting off here."
Rick pulled Shubi to the side, not daring to look at the chessboard at all. Broly's chess skills were just too high, and Rick was afraid that if he looked, his blood pressure would rise.
Others play chess with careful planning, but Broly plays with complete freedom and spontaneity. He can play with such skill and wit that it's all thanks to his older sister, who is incredibly patient and enjoys playing with children.
If it were a normal chess player, they would probably find playing against Broly very boring after less than three games.
"Lord Broly, there's something I need your advice on."
Just as Broly deliberately put his queen in a dead end, and Chlorine Dora was about to pretend she hadn't seen it and lose the game, Azriel walked in carrying a stone-shaped marrow.
"Hey, did they find the god of the orc race?"
Broly asked curiously.
"We found it, but it wasn't a god; it was a piece of divine essence that had been pierced and was recovering."
Azriel explained, then handed over the stone in her hand.
"Oh, Chronie, are you playing another terrible game of chess with that lousy Broly?"
Jibril had already moved closer to the chessboard to ask.
"What do you mean by a bad game? I'm very good, I'm about to win."
Upon hearing this, Broly immediately retorted.
"Yes, yes, you're playing black. Whose turn is it now?"
"white."
"Then, first devour your queen, then force your horses to leave, and then deal with the soldiers you need to reach the finish line..."
Jibril quickly played her chess game, and soon wiped out Broly's black pieces, leaving only a lone black king facing a large group of enemy troops.
"Look, you're gone."
Broly: "..."
"Jibriel, don't bully Broly."
"Clonie said from the side."
"Okay, then I'll bully you. Shall we play a round?"
Jibril pushed Broly aside, sat down in front of Chronie, and put the pieces back in their original positions.
"Can I get outside help?"
"Klonie asked."
"That lump of iron is not allowed to speak."
Jibril pointed at Schwi and said, "If we're really talking about calculation ability, even the Skywing race can't compare to the Machine race."
"Then, I'll do it."
Rick walked over. Compared to Broly, who was a terrible chess player, Jibril was a formidable opponent.
Of course, if Jibril doesn't use her magical powers to cheat, Rick and his opponent can still be evenly matched.
But if you're going to use cheating methods, you might as well just go for a 10-0 split.
"You are not allowed to cheat."
Jibril stared at Rick, wary of his cheating methods.
"Okay, but you're not allowed to cheat."
Rick is also wary of Jibril's cheating methods.
"no problem."
With an agreement reached, the two sides began a new game of chess, while Broly became an irrelevant figure.
"Hey, hey, don't go down here, you should go down there."
However, he wasn't exactly an unrelated person; he would still actively offer Jibril advice.
"No, this step should involve the vehicle!"
Jibril's forehead broke out in a grid pattern.
"Ah, Rick made a mistake! Quickly, use your horse to eat his horse!"
Finally, when Broly gave her his advice for the third time, Jibril couldn't hold back any longer.
"You want me to eat horse? I'll make you eat farts!"
Jibril knocked Broly down, sat on his face, and covered the boy's mouth.
"Alright, the world is quiet now, let's continue playing chess."
Rick: "..."
His own brother-in-law had absolutely no idea about his own chess skills. He was so bad at it, yet he still dared to give advice. This directly angered Jibril, and he was completely suppressed. But for some reason, he was a little envious of this suppression.
"Is Rick envious? Would he like to be sat on like that too?"
Hughie noticed his envious gaze and couldn't help but ask.
"Ah, of course I'm not envious! Who would envy something like that!"
Rick quickly looked away. How awful! After finding out that her brother-in-law was indeed a young child, Klonny forbade him from saying anything inappropriate in front of Broly, because it was not good for the boy's mental and physical health.
Just wait, once world peace is achieved, he and Shubi will be able to enjoy their own time together. At that time, he can do whatever he wants with Shubi without any restrictions!
With this in mind, Rick was filled with fighting spirit, and three minutes later, he was defeated by Jibril: "Yeah, I won!"
"Damn it, you! Did you secretly use your spirit power?"
"Hey, you stinky monkey, slandering me could kill you."
Jibril warned that this was purely her chess skill.
"So, what exactly are we here for?"
At this moment, Azriel realized what was happening and asked a question.
Raphael: "..."
Playing with things leads to the loss of ambition; this person has been completely led astray.
However, to be fair, chess is really fun, much more fun than crushing those inferior creatures.
It turns out that games that are too easy to win are boring.
On the contrary, they racked their brains and used their wits to outwit and outmaneuver...
Well, let's leave out the battle of wits, but the process of using wits was still quite interesting.
This chessboard is too simple; I'll get a moving one another day.
. . . .
"So, this is a god who is resurrecting?"
Broly looked at the stone in his hand and asked.
"It could also be a new god in the process of being born."
Azriel added that the god revived by the breached divine essence may not be the original god, but could be a new god.
(End of this chapter)