Chapter 1659

Should we still go to intercept the Food God?

Upon hearing the Wild Boar True God's question, the expressions of the true gods instantly became even uglier than if their own fathers had died.

Intercept him how? Intercept his throat? And then chew the fat with him as a friend?

Although the number of steps taken on the Long Staircase of God-Ascension does not represent the full strength of a true god—even the God of Nobility who climbed fifty levels is as fragile as a child before the God of Time who walked ten levels—

but with the Food God's cumulative authority strength reaching two hundred and fifty levels, comparable to the sum of five ordinary Pillar Gods, even if he only used his most basic authority to grind them down, it would be enough to grind a dozen true gods to death. What do they have to intercept him with?

"Intercept! We must intercept!"

Seeing that the gods seemed to want to shrink back, White Snake, having regained his senses, couldn't help but grit his teeth and say:

"The Food God has already gone to the depths of the Origin God Platform. If he truly imprints himself on the Origin Mud Tablet and completes the final step of god-ascension, then lifespan will no longer be a limitation for him!"

"..."

"Think about it carefully!"

Watching the gods look at each other in dismay, yet still unwilling to stand up and speak, White Snake couldn't help but say anxiously:

"Now is not the time for hesitation! If he truly completes the final step, the Food God, whose talent is even higher than that of the third-generation Director of the past and whose methods are ten times more ruthless, will be able to live forever!

By then, forget about descending to the present world or using resources to ascend to the rank of Pillar God; apart from the Nightingale... the Vice President, everyone sitting here, every single one of us, will have to die!"

Indeed...

After listening to White Snake's words, the gods of the King-Slaying Society couldn't help but look at each other, and then, in each other's eyes, they saw a look of deep fear.

Even if walking the entire Long Staircase of God-Ascension doesn't guarantee one can imprint oneself on the Origin Mud Tablet, after witnessing the miracle of the "Two-Fifty True God" with their own eyes, no one doubted that he could become a true god.

After being slaughtered by the Food God once before, the number of true gods in the King-Slaying Society had plummeted, and now there were fewer than sixty left. If they really gritted their teeth to intercept the Food God, they might be ground to death by the dozen or score, losing another third of their numbers. But if the Food God succeeded in ascending...

"Let's do it!"

The Wild Boar True God stomped his foot hard, his eyes reddening as he grunted:

"Intercepting the Food God now means there's a thirty percent chance we'll die, but if we don't intercept him now, we'll all be dead in a hundred or two hundred years!"

"I agree with White Snake's view..."

After closing his eyes slightly, the old woman wearing the macaque mask stood up as well.

"Let's go. This is the only way for now."

"I should have listened to Nightingale..."

"Yeah, if we hadn't let him go, how could the Food God have gotten in?"

"Enough, what's the use of saying that now?"

"It's not about what's the use; we should have listened to Nightingale in the first place! If we had listened to him then, would things have turned out like this?"

"Heh, you remember me now? What were you doing back then?"

"???"

Hearing the mocking voice filled with satisfaction, the gods of the King-Slaying Society couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then turned their heads in unison to look, only to find that a familiar figure was already sitting in the main seat that had been vacated after White Snake left.

"How did you..."

"I'm here to clean up your mess!"

Feeling the alarm bells ringing in his head, almost deafening him, Nightingale straightened his crooked mask and questioned them with eyes full of annoyance:

"I told you all to stop immediately before; if you kept insisting, something was bound to go wrong. You all refused to listen, and you even held a vote... Vote! Why aren't you voting now! Huh?"

"..."

"Didn't you all have such good reasons before? Saying that there was no need to send people to descend to the present world this time, and that no matter how powerful the Food God was, he couldn't come up and kill you all. Well? Did he come up or not? Huh?"

"..."

"To be honest, I really wish you had guessed right back then!"

Looking at the trembling White Snake and the gods who were being scolded into keeping their heads down, Nightingale said with a look of frustration:

"Compared to the current result, it would have been better if he had snuck up here and slaughtered you all!

Damn it... if he really becomes a true god, rather than being hunted by him for hundreds of years and then caught and eaten one by one, we might as well all commit suicide together!"

"Enough, Nightingale... President."

Watching Nightingale, who seemed to have more to say and was ready to continue scolding, the old woman wearing the macaque mask couldn't help but sigh, then took the initiative to step forward and smooth things over:

"This time it was all our fault. We shouldn't have questioned your judgment. If something similar happens next time, we promise to strictly follow your requirements... Lord Nightingale, given the current situation, do you have any solutions?"

"Hmph!"

╭(╯^╰)╮

After listening to the old woman's question and looking at the expectant gazes of the gods, Nightingale couldn't help but snort heavily, then hung his head and raised three fingers.

"Things have reached this point, and I only have three solutions left."

"?!"

Seeing the three fingers Nightingale raised, the gods couldn't help but be overjoyed.

As expected of President Nightingale! Facing such a life-or-death situation where they were all prepared to risk their lives, he could actually come up with three solutions!

"The worst solution I can think of is the one White Snake just mentioned: taking you all to intercept the Food God."

After secretly taking a jab at White Snake, Nightingale looked at the man in the white snake mask who was bowing his head in silence, and couldn't help but grunt with a sense of triumph:

"Although doing this would mean at least half of us would die, and it's not certain we could kill the Food God, it would definitely drive him out of the Origin God Platform, so it's not entirely without merit..."

"Lord Nightingale!"

Stopping Nightingale from continuing to beat a dead horse regarding White Snake, the old woman wearing the macaque mask smiled bitterly:

"The Food God has already been inside for a while. We don't have much time; you should just tell us the best solution!"

"Heh, fine."

After glancing at White Snake, who was already ashamed and wishing he could disappear, Nightingale, having successfully taken his revenge, finally revealed his plan.

"The best solution is naturally to take advantage of this opportunity and have everyone dive directly into the present world!"

"Ah?!"

Amidst the confused gazes of the gods of the King-Slaying Society, Nightingale, in the main seat, explained:

"On the way back to clean up your mess, my truth suddenly issued a warning, discovering that someone highly connected to the Food God had also entered the Origin God Platform.

Feeling that something was wrong, I ventured over to take a look, and just happened to discover the traces of the Blood-Haired Maiden, and she was carrying the complete bloodline of the Calevin Kingdom!"

"What?!"

Upon hearing Nightingale's words, the gods of the King-Slaying Society were shocked.

"Damn it! We've been played!"

"So... Snake-Bearer wasn't eaten by the Food God, but is cooperating with him?"

"Wait! Then isn't the Watchtower Palace..."

"Exactly!"

After taking over the conversation, a flash of light appeared in Nightingale's eyes, and his face showed a hint of expectation:

"As long as we capture the Blood-Haired Maiden and forcibly drag her back to the present world to protect her, the Watchtower Palace can continue to exist!"

"But the Food God..."

"If he wants to be a true god, let him be one!"

Nightingale couldn't help but cross his legs, looking smug:

"The further he walks on the Long Staircase of God-Ascension, the longer it will take for him to imprint himself. By the time he becomes a true god, we will have already restored the Watchtower Palace and be hiding in the isolated present world!"

Imagining the scene where he was hiding under the protection of the Watchtower Palace, while Li Ang, who had ascended to be a true god, was blocked outside, roaring loudly in anger but unable to get in, Nightingale couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort throughout his body, then urged them with a chuckle:

"Let's go! I'll take you to catch the Blood-Haired Maiden!"

(End of chapter)