Chapter 849: I'll Be Back!
Chapter 849: I'll Be Back!
No wonder he's the God of Food, he actually managed to do it...
As she watched Lyon threaten and intimidate the Tale of Illusions, who was already furious and raging like a thunderstorm, the Cat Princess couldn't help but marvel at Lyon's audacity. She was about to swear to the Great Hall of the Heart as promised, but suddenly felt a tug on her skirt.
"Ahem."
After retracting the finger that had secretly grabbed the Cat Princess's skirt, Lyon winked at her, puzzled expression, then raised his eyebrows slightly, hinting at the direction of the True Gods. Finally, he rubbed his upper and lower teeth horizontally a couple of times.
If it were a week ago, the Cat Princess would have been completely baffled by such an abstract gesture, but after frequent interactions with Lyon, and the long-term telepathic connection under the Master badge, she had undergone extensive "training" and could vaguely understand Lyon's meaning.
When you swear, don't be too honest. While we promised to release half of the True Gods, we didn't specify that it would be half in number. I'll bite off half of all the True Gods, and we'll only release the lower halves.
"..."
Even at a time like this, you're still looking for loopholes? You're quite the cunning one...
The Cat Princess was shocked by Lyon's low standards for scheming against his enemies. She unconsciously twitched her lips, shook her head slightly, and secretly drew a cross on her heart.
This won't do. One can deceive others, but one must not deceive one's own heart. Swearing to the Great Hall of the Heart is an absolute commitment, and loopholes cannot be exploited.
Sigh... I guess so.
After understanding the Cat Princess's general intention, Lyon sighed regretfully, abandoning the idea of releasing only "half" of the True Gods. He turned to look at the fifteen True Gods hanging on the rope, his expression filled with reluctance.
What a pity, I thought we could capture the Butcher King Society in one go, but it seems we have to temporarily release a batch for now.
However, it doesn't really matter. They're just a few ordinary True Gods. Once I truly possess the strength of a Director-level power, I can go out and capture them again. Dealing with the Tale of Illusions is more important.
After all, even without considering his troublesome truth, the value of a single Pillar God is worth releasing these dozen or so True Gods. It's a gamble to see if I can keep him here.
Hmm... But it's still a shame.
...
Soon, as the fifteen "release" True Gods were about to burst into tears of joy, they were frozen by Lyon's reluctant gaze, their scalps tingling. They huddled together in a tight group. Finally, the Cat Princess finished her oath.
As the vow was established, the beating of the Great Hall of the Heart paused for a moment. Reluctantly, Lyon released the rope, watching as the fifteen True Gods fled in panic. He sighed softly, pointed at the magpie that was swooping down from the sky with fierce eyes, and said, "Move out."
"What?! What do you mean by 'move out'? You were just gesturing to me!"
As the Tale of Illusions was stunned by Lyon's gesture, the Great Witch King, sitting on the soft couch, suddenly cleared his throat. He lifted his staff slightly, and a large area on the main stage had its time instantly frozen, almost completely halted.
At the same time, it was as if an infinitely large cloud had suddenly blocked the sun, causing the Arcane City, the Sorceress Kingdom, the Eastern and Western Continents, and even the entire mortal realm to darken for a moment. Then, they quickly regained their brightness.
However, when the world lit up again, a small "hole" suddenly appeared in the sky above the Tale of Illusions. A ray of sunlight, no larger than an infant's fist, dripped down from the torn sky like viscous amber. It landed precisely on his body with a precise plop.
Is this the sundial of the Purification Bureau?!
Because the time around the Tale of Illusions was slowed down to an extreme, he wasn't instantly burned to death by the "one-second sun" summoned by Lyon. Instead, he gained a brief moment to think, and even after recognizing his situation, he had time to shoot an angry glare at Lyon below.
You liar! You damn liar!
Noticing the Tale of Illusions' angry gaze, Lyon couldn't help but smile, revealing a sincere smile.
Even though you're suppressed by the Watchtower Palace, you're probably only left with the power of an ordinary True God. But you've been a Pillar God, living from the past to the present. Who knows what tricks you still have up your sleeve? I must be crazy to go one-on-one with you. I could just use the Sun Drop to finish you off!
"Tsk!"
The stare-down between Lyon and the Tale of Illusions lasted less than 0.1 seconds before it was abruptly cut short. Facing the "Sun Drop," the concentrated sunlight of the entire mortal realm, the black magpie, with the power of a True God, didn't even have a chance to scream before it was burned to ashes, leaving not even a speck of ash behind.
However...
"God of Food!!!"
To Lyon's astonishment, it was as if time had reversed. The black magpie, which had been incinerated by the sun, suddenly re-condensed.
Although it no longer had the mysterious and eerie black mist surrounding it as before, the Tale of Illusions now had no feathers left, and its body was covered in golden burns, looking like a burnt chicken drenched in honey sauce. Still, it was undeniably alive, and it still possessed a faint aura of a True God.
"The might of a Pillar God is beyond your imagination!"
As the Tale of Illusions roared in anger, its originally massive body shrank repeatedly until it was only the size of half a quail. The burns on its body finally dissipated, and although the black mist didn't regenerate, the burnt wings on its body grew back completely.
After sidestepping Lyon's aerial slash and flapping its wings like a swift swallow, shaking off the pack of Three-Headed Black Dogs that pounced, the Tale of Illusions looked up at the main stage below, where countless specks of light were rising towards it. It couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"You lost! You could have wiped out the Butcher King Society in one fell swoop, but you gave up that chance to capture me! You're still..."
"You're right."
Watching as the Tale of Illusions nimbly avoided the other traps Lyon had set and swiftly flew into the sky, Lyon couldn't help but sigh regretfully, genuinely praising it:
"I've slaughtered forty True Gods today, but I still can't hide my decline. Although you've eliminated half of the Butcher King Society, you still shine."
"..."
After hearing Lyon's heartfelt evaluation, the Tale of Illusions' laughter abruptly halted, and it screeched in agony before rushing into the sky, exploding into a cloud of gray mist and vanishing without a trace, leaving behind only its standard line filled with hatred.
"Wait! I'll be back!"
Gray Wolf, I know.
After mentally responding, Lyon, who had released over ten True Gods, still couldn't help but sigh regretfully as he failed to keep the Tale of Illusions. Just then, a somewhat familiar voice rang out from below the stage.
"Prince! Ah, no, Senior Lyon!"
Hmm?
Following the voice, Lyon saw a man dressed as a guard, Ma... and then suddenly realized that someone had indeed been missing for the past few days.
Seeing that Lyon had noticed him, Matthew quickly climbed onto the main stage, taking the Multi-Level Marketing Sorceress with her eyes tightly shut off his back. With a worried expression, he asked:
"Senior Lyon, I just came out from the inn where I was staying, and I found her collapsed against the outer wall. Can you help treat her?"
"Er... sure."
Although Lyon didn't know this woman, he still nodded in agreement to Matthew's request and took out the Plague Blood Ribbon from the Mirror World, wrapping it around the woman's forehead.
However, just as Lyon was about to wrap it around for the second time, the Multi-Level Marketing Sorceress, with her eyes still closed, suddenly flashed with black light, and then she abruptly opened her eyes, glaring at Lyon with hatred and cursing:
"Damn you, God of Food! I..."
"You?"
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"?!?!?"
"?!?!?!?"
After a few rounds of staring at each other, as if understanding something, Lyon suddenly reached out and patted the Multi-Level Marketing Sorceress, who was completely bewildered, on the head, and then admiringly gave her a thumbs-up.
"You're a real badass! You said you'd be back soon, and you kept your word! You're so damn trustworthy!"
(End of Chapter)
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