Chapter 256

"Ronnie, do we really have no chance of winning at all?"

The God of Forging Oken, who often mingled among the Dwarf in the guise of a white-bearded old man and was affectionately addressed by the Dwarf as 【Big Daddy】.

Now, this Big Daddy of the Dwarf was puffing on a long-stemmed pipe, frowning as he questioned Ronnie Delounier, who stood before him, having been captured by the Elf and then suddenly returned.

"It's a guaranteed loss, Big Daddy. You didn't see the combat scene back then. Compared to the War God's casually unleashed attacks, the Marrow Explosion Bomb's power isn't worth mentioning at all. And compared to the existence that defeated the War God, it's even more so."

Ronnie, who had rushed back to the Dwarf Headquarters after two days of travel, replied to his own Big Daddy's question with a bittersweet smile.

But his cognition actually had a miscalculation. The War God was indeed stronger than the Other Gods by a whole level, but ignoring the Marrow Explosion Bomb was not the case.

This Dwarf Commander treated the War God who had begun to get stronger upon clashing with Broly as the power the War God originally possessed pre-war.

But actually, what he saw at the time was Artosh getting stronger at a swift speed.

However, describing the scene of the War God, whose strength had multiplied several times over, fighting the Saiyan boy right now instead made the God of Forging Oken fall somewhat silent.

"I know there is a strength gap between myself and the War God, but I didn't expect this strength gap to be this large."

"Big Daddy, don't be discouraged. If you decide to fight the existence that defeated the War God, then I, Ronnie, will also charge into battle for you."

As the words fell, this Dwarf Commander's head was knocked once by Oken using the pipe in his hand.

"Stop using your rhetoric on me. I'm not that kind of stubborn old fool who knows the enemy cannot be matched yet still goes to the enemy."

"Then Big Daddy, what do you mean?"

"Good equipment needs good materials, but if there are no good materials, does that mean I cannot forge good equipment?"

The situation is stronger than the individual; one must still consider the survival of the retinue. Oken had already made the decision to give up the Star Cup.

"As long as I'm still alive, even if I miss the Star Cup by a hair's breadth, I still believe that one day in the future, I will be able to forge equipment that surpasses the Star Cup."

This is just dream talk. The Star Cup is an Omniscience and Omnipotence concept device. Even if Oken is the God of Forge, it is absolutely difficult to forge equipment surpassing the Star Cup.

However, a god must always have dreams. A god without dreams might as well directly pierce their own Divine Marrow.

And forging even more uncommon equipment is the meaning of His Oken's existence in This World.

In other words, as long as He is allowed to continue forging, then whoever becomes the Unique God, Oken doesn't care very much.

Of course, if possible, Oken definitely believes that Him becoming the Unique God is the best.

But this can't be helped. His strength doesn't allow it.

"I won't compete for the Star Cup anymore, but the future of not competing for the Star Cup still needs you to grasp."

Oken is an open-minded god. He doesn't have much desire for power, devoting his heart entirely to forging.

"The future, huh..."

Ronnie was also somewhat at a loss. He also didn't know what the future would be like.

The Dragon Spirit Race suddenly seeking to pledge allegiance was somewhat unexpected.

But actually, this was also beyond the Dragon's expectations.

Lei Jin Lai Wei's original thought was merely to come check the situation first, without any intention of directly pledging allegiance.

This was a decision made after detecting danger, reacting, and acting decisively.

"Lei Jin Lai Wei, your tail is that long. Can you give me a small section so I can taste your flavor?"

Facts proved her decision was fine. She had just joined when the existence that defeated the War God flew over and spoke some tiger-and-wolf words to her.

Lei Jin Lai Wei strongly suspected that if she had spoken a step slower just now, she would have ended up like the former Follower Dragon, her head cut off and hung in front of Avant Heim.

"If possible, I would be very willing to do so, but actually I cannot do it.

Our Dragon Spirit Race's essence is a vessel that encompasses a Special Space.

The Dragon Spirit Race's past and future both reflect and echo within the Special Space.

While this brings the Dragon Spirit Race infinite power, it also brings us a giant weakness.

That is, as long as the vessel suffers even a bit of damage, even a minute injury, it will be infinitely amplified due to the property of infinite reflection and echoing..."

Lei Jin Lai Wei spoke rather complexly, but translated it comes down to one sentence: The Dragon Spirit Race either doesn't get injured, or if injured, they must die.

Something like cutting off a piece of dragon tail for someone to taste — that is fundamentally a matter that costs the dragon's life.

"Huh? Just cutting a tail, and you Dragon Spirit Race would die from it? You Dragon Spirit Race really are brittle existences!"

Lei Jin Lai Wei: "..."

As the ultimate life form second only to the Divine Spirit Race, this is the first one to dare say the Dragon Spirit Race are brittle existences.

But, it's somewhat irrefutable. Compared to the past War God, compared to the boy who defeated the War God, the Dragon Spirit Race really are brittle.

"You're right. Then my tail?"

"Since it would make you die, I won't eat it. I'm not that greedy either."

Broly said this, swallowed his saliva, his face showing a disappointment anyone could see.

"Actually, you can still taste our flavor."

Seeing this, the Wise Dragon King relaxed, yet spoke again.

"Eh? Are you willing to sacrifice yourself so I can taste the flavor?"

Broly hurriedly asked.

"That's not what I meant."

The Wise Dragon King hurriedly shook his giant head, then used his tail to point toward Avant Heim.

"My former Follower Dragon was hunted and killed by the Flügel. Its head is hung there. You can eat that one."

"Eh? So that wasn't an accessory?"

Broly was somewhat surprised, then overjoyed.

Immediately, he flew over and plucked down the Dragon Spirit Race's dragon-head facade.

The dragon head had been hung for ten-odd years, so it was somewhat wind-dried.

For the dried meat products, Broly thought of the method of cutting them into pieces and stewing them.

While flying slowly towards the direction where the Elf species was located in Avant Heim, Broly held the super-large pot the Ex-Machina species had delivered to him and began stewing a pot of dragon head soup on the Sky City.

And besides the dragon head as the main material, he also put in quite a few other ingredients, including the seafood creatures that some Flügel species had incidentally caught during the previous sea-drawing.

"Smells so good~"

Not long after, a rich fragrance rose up, drifting over Avant Heim.

Some Flügel species flew over sniffing with their noses, curiously watching the boy throwing things into the big pot.

"Broly-sama, what are you doing?"

"Stewing soup."

"What is stewing soup?"

"It's delicious food."

Broly had already tasted the soup; the taste of this pot of dragon head mixed stew was not bad.

Sure enough, continuously, Flügel species were attracted by the scent and came over.

"Can we have a taste?"

And these Flügel species' curiosity was not small; after arriving here and smelling an even clearer scent, they asked Broly with some expectation.

"Of course."

Broly did not have the habit of eating alone; he was happy to share food with the people around him.

Very quickly, the Flügel species who came here lined up in a long queue, one by one coming to the pot front and opening their mouths waiting for Broly's feeding, just like nestlings waiting to be fed.

And the boiling hot soup was not a problem for them; after being fed a mouthful by Broly with a large spoon, they would taste it at the side, their faces gradually revealing happy expressions.

"What did you make this time?"

Not long after, Jibril, carrying Corone, flew over here and asked.

Behind her followed Fanlou, and further behind was Shuvi carrying Rick.

"It's stewed soup, here."

Broly didn't waste words, took out the bowls he had prepared long ago, and ladled full large bowls of soup ingredients for Jibril and the others.

Compared to the other Flügel species, these wives, however, had their own bowls and chopsticks and the privilege of cutting the queue to get soup, and Rick also enjoyed the same treatment because of Corone.

"So hot, but delicious!"

Corone took a sip, and her eyes immediately brightened.

Although these days, on this Sky City, Broly would always take out some delicious things for them.

But compared to this soup, the taste of those things was still lacking a bit (cheap goods), yet they could already compare to some of the food eaten in dreams.

"Mmph, another bowl!"

While Corone was still blowing on the soup in her bowl to cool it, Jibril's side had already finished a bowl and was holding up her bowl still wanting more.

"I want too." Fanlou followed closely after, her pink tongue licking her lips, also looking like she hadn't had enough.

"No problem."

Looking at the three people's rising happiness values, Broly was also very satisfied, and gave Jibril and Fanlou another bowl each.

"Broly-sama, are you still recruiting wives?"

The other Flügel species watched with some envy and directly asked.

"Of course I am, but you all can't."

Broly answered.

"Why can't we?"

The other Flügel species were unconvinced.

"Because the Crystal Palace doesn't acknowledge it."

Hearing this, these Flügel species were a bit disappointed.

"However, you can be my external wives."

"Then can you give us a bowl, like Jibril, so we can get soup added without queuing?"

"If you want bowls, you can custom-order from the Ex-Machina species; not queuing for soup refills, if there are more people helping ladle soup, that's also possible, only formal wives still have priority drinking soup, external wives second, non-wives last."

Broly gave out his priority order for sharing food; the surrounding Flügel species looked at each other, then enthusiastically signed up.

"I want to be Broly-sama's external wife."

"Me too."

"For the soup, charge~"

Rick watched from the side, only feeling it was a bit absurd, but thinking of the Flügel species' situation of having no cognition of wives, it felt reasonable again.

Anyway they all serve this Miss's Husband Broly, so adding a nominal external wife identity seemingly has no burden either.

"Speaking of which, Broly Miss's Husband, can I be your external wife too?"

Suddenly, Rick asked this sentence, his intention was just to make a joke, but unexpectedly...

"Of course you can."

Just heard the Saiyan boy directly give an affirmative reply.

"Wait, Miss's Husband, you wouldn't be into both men and women, would you?"

Rick got nervous, directly asking.

"I don't eat people."

Broly didn't hear any other meaning, seriously giving this reply.

"By the way, what is this stewed with? It's unexpectedly this delicious."

At this moment, Corone interjected with a question.

"I used a dragon head, sea fish, and some vegetables to stew it."

Broly answered.

"Eh, you made a move on that group of Dragon Spirit Race?"

Jibril asked curiously.

"No, the dragon head I used is the one hanging in front of Avant Heim."

Broly shook his head and explained.

"Oh, so it's the head of Far Light, huh?"

Jibril reacted, then widened her eyes and looked at the Saiyan boy.

"You used my treasured Dragon Spirit Race head to make stew?!"

"Eh, that was yours?"

"If it wasn't yours, could it still be mine?"

Jibril was going a bit crazy; that head was a Dragon Spirit Race she had defeated alone.

It had extremely high collection value, a memento, but now it had been stewed by Broly.

Broly: "..."

He picked up the bowl, ladled another bowl of soup, and handed it over.

"Then you drink more."

Jibril: "???"

She put down the bowl and lunged directly at Broly.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

The surrounding Flügel were greatly shocked and hurriedly carried away the large pot containing the delicious stew.

"Bang bang bang~"

After a bout of all-out offense, Jibril turned into Xiao Ji Pu Li Er, and was carried back by Broly.

"My head, damn it, I must drink a few more bowls!"

Unable to beat Broly, the shrunken Jibril channeled her grief into appetite, hugging the large bowl and eating in big mouthfuls.

This was her treasured head; she had to eat back the loss.

Broly was a bit embarrassed; when getting the ingredients, he hadn't asked clearly whose they were.

Fortunately, Jibril's Happiness Value didn't drop too much.

After drinking the soup again, it rose back up.

Just, after finishing the soup, Jibril got a bit sulky again.

Broly apologized and tried to coax her happy, but couldn't coax her well no matter what.

"It's just a Dragon Spirit Race head, why does she have to be this angry?"

Fanlou was a bit confused.

"That is the loot Jibril obtained after battling six times, wandering on the edge of death six times, before she alone slew the Dragon Spirit Race.

At that time, Lord Artosh praised her, and Jibril had always taken pride in it, hanging the Dragon Spirit Race's head in front of Avant Heim until now.

Hmm, the taste of that soup really is not bad."

Azriel licked her lips, answered Fanlou's question, and as for Jibril being sulky, she didn't mind it; anyway, it would be fine after a few days.

"I might be able to help."

Fanlou stepped forward, tugged on Broly's clothes, and said.

"You can help, that's really great, but Fanlou, how are you going to help?"

Broly was a bit doubtful.

"Inside my power there is the part of 【Please】, as long as you sincerely make a wish to me, I will grant your wish."

Fanlou is the first Divine Spirit; she possesses the most Creation Power. The reason the Fox Person clan of the Beastman Race worships her Divine Marrow, which resembles a stone, as a god is not because they recognized the Divine Marrow and wanted to manufacture a Fox Person god.

Rather, the inactivated Fanlou would sometimes respond to these Fox People's prayers in a foggy state, and the overflowing power realized some Fox People's wishes, therefore letting some Fox People realize the extraordinary nature of her Divine Marrow's existence.

"Then I wish for Jibril to not be angry."

Broly did not doubt Fanlou's words and directly made this wish to this Divine Spirit Race wife; his intent was sincere and strong, and under Fanlou's intentional response, it was realized.

Only to see Fanlou's body emit a milky white light, pulling along Broly's strong intent, extending to the remaining dragon head skeleton that had been eaten.

Click-clack sounds rang out, as if an invisible pair of hands reassembled the scattered bones; dried dragon meat emerged between the dragon bones, and dragon scales covered back piece by piece.

In a short while, the eaten dried dragon head reappeared before everyone in an even fresher way.

"This is, Creation Power even stronger than Lord Artosh?!"

Divine Spirit Race all have a bit of Creation Power to some degree, but none compare to Fanlou, this First God.

"The head is back, Jibril, don't be angry."

Fanlou easily accomplished the recreation of the dragon head, walked to Jibril's side, and shook her.

"Not angry anymore, I'm not angry anymore; by the way, can I make a wish to you too?"

Fanlou: "Huh?"

"If there are two heads, we can stew that soup once more."

Fanlou: "Eh!"

(Chapter End)