Chapter 381 - Someone Is Here With A Bone To Pick
Chapter 381 Someone Is Here With A Bone To Pick
At first, the Great Lion had scared Xi Wei into rolling three times, believing that the Thor… oh wait, I mean a Divine Father had come calling
Still, he soon calmed down since things did not appear that bad from the look of how the Great Lion was reacting.
Indeed, if something like that had happened, Aslan probably wouldn’t have the mood to joke around with Xi Wei.
“So, what happened?” Xi Wei asked.
“I thought you would be more frightened…” Aslan sighed unhappily, with his woolly feline face showing a look of ‘that’s it?’.
“I’m very busy. Go to the other gods of the Invisible Pantheon if you want someone to joke with.”
Xi Wei was even sure that there was nothing important when he saw that reaction.
“Well, it really isn’t anything important, although the Lord of the Peaks is claiming that your believers had killed his flock, and that you have stolen a treasure he had his eyes on in the mortal realm.”
Aslan found a rather clean spot in Xi Wei’s messy divine kingdom then and sprawled over it like a really big cat, speaking lazily while licking his fur.
“Rubbish!” Xi Wei flailed his tentacles in frustration. “I admit I killed his flock, but that’s a lie about stealing his treasure!”
After all, the Players had definitely killed an adult Barren Giant. Though that was nothing major, the grudge had already taken form. Xi Wei had been a noob god at the time who only dared to hide behind the Great Lion, fearful that the Lord of the Peaks would come for blood. Moreover, the Lord of the Peaks did have a Greater God backing him in the Earthweaver, who was also one of the Seven Divine Fathers.
Still, Xi Wei was relieved since he did not take action for a long time.
It made sense when he thought about it. Even though the Barren Giants were rare, there were at least thousands of them in the multi planes-it was like a nursery, and no one would notice one or two missing if they didn’t deliberately make count. Furthermore, it was the Players themselves who had beaten up that one Barren Giant from start to finish, with Xi Wei at most giving its body a bondage and leg-spreading session, allowing the creature to use up its lingering warmth… As for the treasure or whatnot, that was complete nonsense. The treasures of mortals were not even a strand of hair to the gods, for what treasure is down there that a god would covet?
But while Xi Wei voiced his opinion vindictively, the Great Lion yawned lazily beside him.
“No, there is a treasure… didn’t you get a new toy recently?”
“Are you saying that… he had his eyes on the Elven Synchronized Intellect Nation (SIN)?”
Xi Wei did a double take, only realizing then he indeed acquired a masterpiece created by mortal beings that was formidable in the divine realm.
Others aside, the divinity hidden in the SIN core alone would leave most gods drooling.
“To be precise, the Lord of the Peaks had his followers searching all along but didn’t even get a whiff after over a thousand years.” The Great Lion made a good-natured mocking face then, which could have been ridiculing the noob that was either the Lord of the Peaks or his believers. “He had been throwing his weight around by mentioning Earthweaver’s name and never once managed his own church. That’s more or less how he would end up anyway.”
At first, Xi Wei had wanted to remind the Great Lion that he had few believers too, as well as the number one for years in losing believers.
Nonetheless, Xi Wei shut up tamely when he remembered how shady people were left fearful of showing up in the open, afraid that they would be put on the list of judgment and be pursued relentlessly by the believers from the Church of Justice.
Aslan’s church might have few believers and a high percentage in death and conversion, but those believers were extremely active! Even if the Temple of Justice did not even have a tenth of the Temple of Glory’s number of believers, their reputation was not that weak compared to the Temple of Glory. Moreover, whenever the peasants run into trouble, the first thing they remember would never be their own church but the believers of the Temple of Glory.
Such was the reputation that Aslan, the God of Justice and his believers had developed over a thousand years. “So, what does that dude want? A fight?” Xi Wei asked.
Having developed recently as well as absorbed the divinity in the Elven SIN, Xi Wei’s divine power had developed sufficiently even if he had not ascended beyond the level of Intermediate Gods, his divinity having solidified considerably. If they had to fight, Xi Wei would not fear the Lord of the Peaks as long as he did not bring his sugar daddy into the fight.
“The Lord of the Peaks is all talk while you lack vitality. A fight between you two would be interesting.”
After all, the Great Lion was aware that Xi Wei often used his divine power to improve his believers’ ability or forged some bizarre items for them. That was why he was definitely lacking in vitality from a certain perspective, given that he had less divine energy stored compared to other gods of the same level.
“Sadly, however, that would not fly.” The Great Lion then make an ‘X’ with its two front limbs. “Things are jumpy around the divine realm at the moment, and to tell the truth, it only takes a spark to kick off the Fourth Divine War.”
“If you two start a loud, banging war, some of the other easily excitable gods would get excited,” the Great Lion explained when Xi Wei was left puzzled. “That would blow up the current situation and directly cause the Fourth Divine War… there might be no telling how this one would end, but as the initiators of the war, the two of you would be targeted by other gods during the early stage of the war.”
“If there’s no physical fighting, then how about a battle of wits?” Xi Wei’s tentacles were flailing even quicker, indicating that he, a transmigrator who suffered through nine toxic years of mandatory education feared nothing about that. “I’m good at that, whether it is a couplet battle or a trivia battle
— heck, even physics and biology quizzes work! Come at me, Lord of the Peaks!”
“The heck are you on about.” It was clear that this otherworld had no such thing as a battle of wits, and so Aslan was looking at Xi Wei (who now looked like a jellyfish) like an idiot. “Anyway, when the gods can’t fight directly, they naturally would compete in believers.”
“Huh?” Xi Wei did a double take, his tentacles tangling in a bunch and even tying a butterfly knot by instinct.
“The Lord of the Peaks sent a neutral god who in turn approached me,” The Great Lion spoke with a look that said ‘the Lannisters send their regards’. “It seems that the Lord of the Peaks intends to launch a siege on that toy of yours. It’s his defeat if your believers could defend your turf and all grudge before is resolved, but that toy would become his if your believers fail to defend it.”
Xi Wei scratched his ball form, finding the Lord of the Peaks a simp just then.
The Sky Horizon was really proving troublesome, what with his opponent intending to conquer it without so much as a greeting. But since it was clear that the enemy was at the gates, are the Players supposed to just lose their turf?
Moreover, Grim was itself an anti-world weapon with supreme abilities.
At that thought, Xi Wei had gained assurance inwardly but still pretended as if he was in great trouble. “The odds are not in my favor. Can’t you talk to him a bit, to see if it’s possible to…”