Chapter 1167 Shelving disputes and developing together
"Of course, a truce is possible, but as the price for being offended, he must compensate me." The being who had the upper hand in the brief confrontation was extremely arrogant and confidently made a very rude statement to another being of the same level.
requirements.
"What do you want me to give you as compensation?" In the brief exchange just now, after realizing that Muria had touched a higher level of power, the Martial God backed down.
He also wants to gain benefits from the miraculous place where these two worlds blend. He doesn't want to retreat, but now it seems that if he doesn't offer something, I'm afraid this existence will not allow him to stay here.
"What do you have? Show me the items in your collection that you think are valuable." Muria continued to make feeble requests.
However, to his surprise, the being with the title of God of Mechanical Martial Arts actually gave in again, so cowardly that it was beyond Muria's expectation.
After all, this title sounds extremely offensive, and because of his unreasonable demands, it would not be surprising to start a fight with him again.
"Can."
Spatial fluctuations emerged, and one piece after another of lingering bright divine light, or simple and unpretentious items, like objects picked up at random from the dungeon, appeared in front of Muria's eyes one after another.
Of course, Muria would not despise those seemingly ordinary items. He still understood the simple truth that sacred objects conceal themselves. There were many similar objects in his treasure house.
"You pick one, as compensation for my offending you." The extremely cowardly Martial God, after showing off his collection, said to Muria, without even thinking about it, he knew that he definitely still had some bottoms.
The containment was not taken out.
However, Muria did not push too hard. You will know if you put yourself in someone else's shoes. Before choosing, Muria took a look at the whale god who had just spoken out to stop the fight, and the hundred-eyed evil god who was silent on the side.
He very much doubted whether one of the two, or rather both of them, had just secretly communicated with the God of War and put forward conditions for him to retreat. Otherwise, such an inexplicable retreat would be too strange.
After roughly guessing the reason, Muria began to select the treasures collected by an epic in front of him. Although he wanted to say that I want them all, Muria knew that this was unrealistic.
There is no doubt that he is stronger than the Martial God, but he is not strong enough to directly kill or seal him on the spot. To be honest, his current strength is in a very embarrassing position.
He is worthy of any epic of the same level, but even if the epic of the same level cannot gain an advantage in battle, it is not worthy of him. If he can't beat him, he can't run away? Unless he is the kind of new epic who has just been promoted.
"Now that you have reconciled, let's discuss how to distribute the output of this area!"
After Muria negotiated with the Martial God and restored peace, the Whale God, who heard the sound of tidal surges beside him, suggested that this is what he is most concerned about now.
The arrival of the God of Martial Arts and the Hundred-Eyed Evil God means that it does not have to conflict with Muria, and can naturally receive the benefits it deserves based on its own strength.
"Before discussing, we should reach a most basic agreement," the evil god suggested, with the sound of wails and curses lingering around his body. "There are already enough gods gathered in this airspace, and there is no need for more."
"This is a matter of course. This land of miracles no longer needs the arrival of the fifth god." The Whale God agreed. After all, it was just the product of the fusion of two medium-sized worlds. The four epics came to distribute enough.
Got it!
When Muria heard the suggestion of this evil god who disgusted him, he nodded slightly. The meaning of the Hundred-Eyed Evil God was very clear, that is, the four epics joined together to sense the fluctuations in the law and came.
All epics are excluded.
"If this is the case, then the four of us have reached the most basic cooperation. No matter who the fifth person is, we will work together to make him retreat."
"Dragon God from a foreign land, you are the first god to arrive here. You should explore this miraculous place. Although I know it is impossible, I still have to ask, are you willing to announce it to us?
Did you get the information from your exploration?”
"Since you know it's impossible, why do you still hold on to such unrealistic expectations?" Muria looked at the big blue fish with strange eyes.
"Although it's bad to say this, no matter who you three are, they are no match for me. None of you has the strength to make me bow."
"You extremely arrogant guy, if it weren't for the existence of this land of miracles, do you think that the Martial God would have given in to you just now?" Looking at the arrogant Muria, he didn't know how many worlds he had brought destruction to.
The evil god of evil stared at him with nearly a hundred eyes filled with deep malice.
"Don't be too proud. It's true that no one of us can suppress you alone, but when we join forces, can you still stand here?"
"The sum of three does not necessarily equal three. If you think you can suppress me or even defeat me by joining forces, then you can give it a try."
Muria stood with his head high and looked at the Hundred-Eyed Evil God that he hated the most among the people present. If it weren't for the special situation now, he would have already taken action against this evil god.
The evil god who destroyed the world was an existence that he naturally felt disgusted with and hated. If he traveled in the void and encountered him, he would not need to communicate at all. Drawing his sword and cutting him would be his first choice.
"Ahem, forget it if you don't want to. There is no need to have a conflict over this." Seeing that Muria, who calls himself a pacifist, said that he cannot do without fighting, the gentle and simple whale god once again acted as the peacemaker.
To be honest, it is a bit difficult to understand how such a militant guy like Muria could be promoted to an epic level, and how much background he must have to prevent him from being beaten to death while growing up.
"You see, I don't want to. I am a pacifist who sticks to my heart. It is this deformed monster that keeps provoking me."
Muria's attitude towards the Whale God, who never clashed with him and showed no intention to fight at all, was slightly more relaxed. After all, whether it was the God of Mechanical Martial Arts or the Hundred-Eyed Evil God, he had successfully fought against him.
They become enemies.
No matter how hard he continued, the three epics he met during his first trip to the void were all forced to become enemies by him. Although the Hundred-Eyed Evil God and he were naturally hostile camps, the Hundred-Eyed Evil God didn't think so.
The evil god who destroyed the world never felt that there was anything wrong with using this as a way to advance, so he would not have thought that a being that he encountered in the void that had nothing to do with him before and had no cause and effect would treat him as such.
As a mortal enemy.
"A deformed monster?" Hearing Muria's description of him, in the eyes of ordinary people, the evil god who is almost synonymous with fear, disaster, and destruction suddenly exploded.
The evil god wandering in the void has never felt ugly. Its true body and posture are the most perfect in its own aesthetics.
"Don't you realize you're ugly? Don't you know you look disgusting?"
Muria pretended to be surprised and looked at the evil god, watching it reveal more deformed and weird bodies in the black mist due to anger, "Just by virtue of your appearance, you have made people want to take you away."
The urge to erase.”
"It's almost done." Seeing Muria frantically teasing the Hundred-Eyed Evil God, the Whale God was speechless at the side. What kind of pacifist is he?
"Hmph, you are completely different from my race, so our sense of beauty is naturally very different. You see, I think I am deformed and ugly, and I see the same thing for you."
The evil god who destroyed the world saw that none of the three had similar existences lingering in the cursed black mist, and suppressed the anger in his heart. There are no comrades here, so he must be calm and restrained.
"I'll just say the last thing." Looking at the helpless big fish, Muria said to him and then turned to look at the Hundred-Eyed Evil God,
"Didn't you hear what the Whale God called me just now? Dragon God, half of the dragon's blood flows in my body. If you don't know what a dragon is, then I can give you a brief introduction. The dragon possesses
A cross-racial aesthetic.
To put it simply, when I think you are ugly, basically no normal creature will think you are good-looking, so, do you understand? Disgusting monster!"
"I" Just when the evil god was completely angered and was about to fight with Muria, the voice of the God of War rang in his ears. This was to persuade him to calm down and let him focus on the overall situation. The content was basically
It was the same as what he had just warned the Martial God.
"I won't engage in meaningless quarrels and fights with you. Now let's discuss how to distribute them!"
Nearly a hundred big eyes of the Hundred-Eyed Demon God glanced at Muria and then looked away, not bothering to look at him again. Just now, the Martial God told him a very reasonable speculation. This being from whom he does not know where he came from,
It is very possible that he has the ability to become stronger through fighting, otherwise there is no way to explain what he just did.
"I think the simplest and fairest way of distribution is for everyone to do it according to their abilities. I don't need to mention the other ways of distribution. After all, no matter who we are, we will not hand over the artifacts we have found and distribute them to others.
"
Seeing the scene where peace was finally restored, the Whale God quickly threw out the idea that he had been thinking about for a while.
"Each one collects divine items according to his own ability. I have no objection. My only question is, is the Dragon God too far ahead of us?"
"I have better luck than you. Do you have any objections?" Muria looked at the Martial God who had objections. The strongest strength in the audience was his greatest confidence at this time. "If you have any objections, please keep it to yourself."