Chapter 850: Being Polite
Chapter 850: Being Polite
I... I got captured?
I've been captured?!?!
Seeing Lyon standing before her, giving her a thumbs-up and praising her for keeping her word, the storyteller, who had transformed into a pyramid sorceress, was stunned for seven or eight seconds before snapping out of her daze and letting out a shriek as she pounced towards him... only to be punched in the forehead by Lyon.
Well, since you're here, let's get started~
With a single punch, Lyon knocked down the storyteller who was still trying to resist, crushing her skull until it caved in. The Silver Dagger in Lyon's hand instantly expanded, transforming once again into the massive Three-Headed Black Dog, and swallowed the storyteller whole.
However, it was a pity that the Guardian of Death Hound, despite sounding like a high-ranking ability, was among the weakest in the True God realm. Its true power was merely to guard the gates of the Netherworld, and consuming souls was just an additional "side effect."
This third-rate power was barely sufficient when dealing with a True God of the same level, but it fell short when facing a Pillar God. Even a weakened Pillar God suppressed by the Watchtower Palace was still beyond the capabilities of the Guardian of Death to handle.
"You can't kill me!"
Amidst Lyon's slightly surprised gaze, a deep and resonant shout echoed from within the Three-Headed Black Dog, which was the transformed form of the Silver Dagger.
The storyteller, who had been swallowed whole, somehow endured the constant erosion of the Guardian of Death ability. She struggled and squeezed her way to the edge of the dog's belly, forming a human silhouette on its surface. With both hands pressed against the dog's belly, she yelled at Lyon outside:
"A Pillar God is immortal! My truth is a part of the world's rules! As long as there are still stories in this world, as long as there is someone who can tell stories, you will never be able to kill me!
God of Food! Listen to me! Although you won the battle this time, you are ultimately just a human. In a hundred years, you will still die! You will become a lifeless corpse at the Terminus Cliff!
But I am different from you! Even if your bones rot away, I will continue to exist forever! Even if I fall into the hands of the Purification Bureau and get devoured by the Cancer Director into the Abdominal Deity Prison, I will definitely have a day when I regain my freedom!"
"Oh."
Following Emma's teachings, Lyon listened carefully to the "defeated dog's howl," searching for any useful information within. After a brief moment of contemplation, he asked curiously:
"What if I were to extract the Illusionary Amphora from the Bureau, turn everyone in the world into a minute-long idiot, erase all stories within that minute, and then arrange for corresponding anomalies to perfectly tear you apart during that minute? Would you still be able to revive?"
"?!?!?!"
Wait... Was that what I just said?
Stunned by Lyon's peculiar hypothesis, the blurry figure on the dog's belly visibly froze for a few seconds. Then, pressing against the dog's belly, it shouted in response:
"Delusional! You will never succeed!"
"So, when you say you will never succeed, do you mean that doing this won't completely kill me, or that I can't turn everyone in the world into a minute-long idiot?"
"..."
It seems like the latter~
Gazing at the blurry figure on the dog's belly, who had fallen silent, Lyon couldn't help but smirk. He chuckled and nodded.
"Alright, I understand."
"?"
What do you understand? What do you understand?!?!
Feeling a chill down her spine from Lyon's cryptic response, the storyteller, for the first time, sensed the threat of death. She couldn't help but scream:
"God of Food! You..."
"I have other matters to attend to. We'll talk again next time."
"Taking aim at the blurry figure's forehead, Lyon kicked through the dog's belly, sending the Tale of Illusions and its words back to where they came from. Turning his head, Lyon looked at the Cat Queen, who was about to speak but hesitated. Smiling, he explained:
'Don't worry, I was just talking. I might not really turn everyone into idiots... Well, even if I do it in the end, I'll give you at least half a month's notice.'
'...'
So, you're really going to try it!
Lyon's response left the Cat Queen speechless. After a moment of silence, she decided to skip this difficult topic. With a grateful look, she said:
'Lyon, thank you. If it weren't for you this time, my mother and I would probably...'
'This isn't urgent.'
Waving his hand to indicate there was no need to rush the thanks, Lyon looked around at the fallen divine corpses and the wooden stakes, each with a hole at the top. He then directly made his request:
'Caitlyn... um... Your Majesty, I plan to take away all the flesh of the True Gods, the stakes binding them, the platform beneath our feet soaked in divine blood, and the ceremonial carpet. I intend to bring all these things back to the Bureau and ask Marquis Taurus to forge them into Anomalies.'
'It's not that I'm stingy and unwilling to share with you. It's just that these things should be able to create an entire set of Anomalies. It would be a waste to separate them. I hope to utilize them to the fullest and then compensate you in other ways.'
'No, no!'
Hearing this, the Cat Queen shook her head, slightly exasperated:
'The Great Court Secret Technique is enough for me to study for a lifetime. These things are of no use to me. You basically solved this incident, so these should rightfully be your spoils of war. They belong to you.'
'No, no, no. Defeating the Tale of Illusions wasn't just my achievement. Your Sorceress Kingdom also put in a lot of effort. If it weren't for your collective use of Secret Techniques, this wouldn't have been possible.'
Interrupting Lyon, the Cat Queen refused again:
'No, really. You saved my life and the entire Sorceress Kingdom this time. No, let me finish first.'
The original text is available on Book 9@.
Extending her index finger, the Cat Queen gently pressed it against Lyon's lips, her expression earnest:
'Lyon, my mother and I, and even the entire Sorceress Kingdom, owe you a huge favor this time. These things should rightfully be yours. There's no need to share them with us.'
'No, I just wanted to say...'
'No need to explain. Just take them!'
Pressing Lyon's words back again, the Cat Queen spoke:
'Moreover, if there's anything else you need, you can tell me. Anything our Sorceress Kingdom has, I can give it all to you.'
'No, you first...'
'I'm serious!'
Seeing Lyon seemed to want to say something, the Cat Queen stubbornly insisted:
'Although we haven't known each other for long, we've been through life and death together. If you need anything, just ask. I won't refuse anything I can do!'
'Can I at least say something?'
Grasping the Cat Queen's hand and removing it from his mouth, Lyon pointed behind her, his lips twitching:
'While we were being polite, your mother passed away.'
(End of Chapter)
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