Chapter 290: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Tyranids

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

The Furnace Seed God could mock him all it wanted, but to insult his most beloved Stew Pot — Lianggenna could not accept that.

Especially when he thought about it and realized what the other party said might actually be true — he hadn't even brought himself to eat a few bites of that Primal Furnace Seed.

Most of it had been used to trade with the Furnace Seed God for power, and that just made him even angrier.

He fiercely thrust both hands into the scalding Big Pot Throne, frantically stirring the Stew Pot inside.

"I'll teach you to run that cheap mouth! I'll teach you to blackmail me! Today I'll stir you into mush!"

Heat broth splashed all over him, burning him until he grimaced in pain.

Yet he showed not the slightest intention of stopping.

The surrounding Green Skins were scared out of their wits, scrambling to hide in the corners.

They watched Big Boss raging at a single pot, smashing and bashing it, each of them staring at one another in blank dismay, not daring to breathe a word.

No one dared step forward to stop him.

After venting for a good ten-plus minutes, Lianggenna finally came to a halt.

He panted heavily, his whole body coated in greasy broth, looking utterly bedraggled.

The Furnace Seed God in the pot, however, remained completely unscathed.

That blurry human face still wore a mocking smile as it looked at him.

Lianggenna looked at it, his gaze complex.

Anger, reluctance, helplessness, and heartache for the Primal Furnace Seed......

All kinds of emotions intertwined together.

He knew the Furnace Seed God was right.

If he lost this war, his prestige would absolutely take a hit.

Compared to his position, his prestige, and the entire Dolido, half a pot of Primal Furnace Seed — seemed not unacceptable after all.

But......

That was the heart's blood he had simmered for over two years.

Lianggenna closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened them again, his gaze had become incomparably Ice Cold Determination.

"One third at most." Lianggenna spoke word by word, his tone leaving no room for maneuver.

"This is my bottom line. If you don't agree, then forget it."

"Worst case we perish together — even if I die, I'll drag those shrimp down with me as burial companions."

The smile on the Furnace Seed God's face gradually converged.

It quietly watched Lianggenna, saying nothing.

The Bridge fell into dead Silence.

Only Lianggenna's heavy breathing could be heard.

After a long while, the Furnace Seed God finally spoke.

"Fine." It said lazily.

"One third it is — who told me to be soft-hearted."

"Hurry up, I can't wait to taste your Primal Furnace Seed."

As it spoke, it opened that giant mouth of its, its throat depths like a bottomless black hole.

Lianggenna said nothing.

He silently turned around and walked toward the depths of the Bridge.

His footsteps were heavy and slow, each step seeming to endure enormous pain.

He passed through a narrow corridor and arrived at a Mishishi on the Anna that only he knew about.

The Mishishi was tiny, only a few square meters.

In the center of the Room sat a small copper pot barely a meter wide.

Beneath the copper pot, a low gentle flame burned.

Inside the pot, a full pot of golden-yellow Stew Pot was held.

Unlike ordinary brown Stew Pot, this pot of Primal Furnace Seed displayed an alluring amber hue.

Its Surface shimmered with a faint golden glow.

Rich fragrance wafted from the pot, refreshing the heart and spleen.

Just a single sniff made one feel their whole body brimming with power.

This was Lianggenna's treasured supreme treasure.

Lianggenna walked up to the copper pot, reached out, and gently stroked the warm pot rim.

His eyes filled with reluctance and lingering attachment.

"Old friend, sorry about this." He said in a low voice.

"For victory, I have no choice but to do this."

Finished speaking, he took a deep breath and carefully lifted the pot lid.

In an instant, ten thousand zhang of golden light burst forth from within the pot.

The entire Mishishi was dyed a golden yellow.

An indescribably alluring fragrance surged out like a tsunami.

The fragrance drifted along the passage, all the way to the Bridge.

All the Green Skins on the Bridge, the moment they smelled this fragrance, froze in place as if hit by a body-binding technique.

Their eyes bulged round, their mouths gaped wide, and drool flowed uncontrollably from the corners of their mouths.

"Emperor above, what is this smell......"

"Too fragrant, too fragrant......"

"I feel like I could eat a whole cow, no, ten cows!"

After smelling the fragrance, the Grots started spouting nonsense.

A Shrimp was still holding a bowl of ordinary Stew Pot in his hand; he took a deep sniff of the fragrance, then bit down hard on the Stew Pot in his hand.

But the Stew Pot that usually tasted incomparably delicious turned into something like chewing wax in his mouth at this moment.

He directly threw the bowl on the ground, his eyes obsessed as he gazed in the direction from which the fragrance drifted.

All the Green Skins, as if they had lost their souls, walked toward the direction of the Mishishi.

"All of you, halt!"

Lianggenna's roar came from the passage.

He walked out of the Mishishi, cradling that small copper pot.

On his face was an expression that was nearly sacred.

The copper pot in his arms was still constantly emitting golden light and fragrance.

Hearing Lianggenna's roar, the Green Skins finally came back to their senses.

They looked at the copper pot in Lianggenna's arms, their eyes filled with greed and desire.

But no one dared to step forward.

They all knew, this pot of Stew Pot was Big Boss's lifeblood.

Whoever dared to covet it would certainly die miserably.

Lianggenna, cradling the copper pot, walked step by step to the front of the Big Pot Throne.

He looked at that face waiting to be fed inside the pot, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

He picked up a huge spoon, trembling as he ladled out one third of the Primal Furnace Seed from the copper pot.

The golden-yellow Stew Pot trembled slightly in the spoon, emitting an enticing radiance.

Some Grots around tried to take a look at the appearance of this legendary Stew Pot, but were sternly berated by Lianggenna.

He would not allow, would not allow others to see the sight of his most beloved Stew Pot being defiled by another pot of Stew Pot.

Finally, Lianggenna closed his eyes and poured the Primal Furnace Seed in the spoon into that big mouth only he could see.

"Drink."

Glug, glug~

The Furnace Seed God swallowed that one third of Primal Furnace Seed in one gulp.

Then, it let out a satisfied burp.

An indescribably powerful energy radiated from the Big Pot Throne.

Lianggenna could clearly feel a warm current rise from beneath his buttocks, instantly flowing through his whole body.

His originally exhausted body was instantly filled with strength.

His head was no longer dizzy.

The anger and anxiety in his heart also disappeared without a trace.

Replacing them was incomparable confidence and calm.

He knew, the Furnace Seed God had already fulfilled its promise.

This war, he was sure to win.

Lianggenna slowly opened his eyes.

In his small eyes flashed a radiance never seen before.

He raised his head, looking at those human Warships still constantly opening fire on the Main Screen, and bared a hideous smile.

"Shrimp Clan, the game is over."