Chapter 459: War Marionette and Azazel (1/2)
= Xuan City, Underground Dungeon, 72nd Floor =
Azazel stood in front of Brocell, who was sitting on the throne, enjoying the blowjob from his female android robot.
She informed Brocell that he was controlling 25% of the Aves Continent, including Liu Xuande's territory. She demanded 25 fighters from him.
”25 representatives? Okay. No problem! Can I send my androids or golems as my representatives?”
”If they are stronger than 6th-stage and under the immortal realm, you may do so.”
”Cool!”
Brocell was cooperative. After all, he had more resources than the villainous forces that had fought with Miaomiao.
Still, his eyes and expression never hid his greed. He ogled Azazel's sexy body and nippleless breasts - They were round, firm, and bouncy.
”Say, what're the rewards for joining this event?”
”Upon reporting to the event site, everyone will receive a random gift from the Continent Event Host. I can't tell what it will be.”
”Okay. Then, what's the reward from winning the tournament?”
”As long as you are in the top 10, you will be eligible to join the Holy Land Tournament at the Holy Land Continent. Immortals and deities will notice you, and you might have a chance to join them as their vessels.”
”I don't care about being their vessels. What about other rewards?”
”If you win the Holy Land Tournament, the Goddess of this planet will grant you one wish. As long as it isn't something excessive, she will grant you anything.”
”Anything?” Brocell smirked, ”How about the blueprint of the Primordial War Marionette of Archangel Series. I want to build-”
BOOM
Azazel threw a punch, aiming at the ceiling. Even though her fist didn't hit anything, it created a massive hole as if the earth had been punctured by a massive bullet. Everyone in the dungeon could even see the blue sky, and the crimson seawater gushed into the hole and slowly flood the dungeon.
Seeing the seriousness of the situation, Brocell raised his hands, gesturing submission.
”That was a joke. Don't take it too personally.”
”I don't mind that you mentioned our origins, but if you pursue the creation method, we will do everything in our power to kill you even if we will be punished by karma and the Laws of this Planet.”
”Okay, okay! I said that was a joke.”
”I'll see you in a week to check your representatives. If you fail to do so, prepare the penalty fine.”
”I know. Jeez!”
Azazel punched the ceilings again, creating another hole, and then flying out of the dungeon.
Brocell gazed at the holes of his dungeon, which was closed after she had left. The gushing seawater also stopped as everything was instantly repaired.
The self-proclaimed demon lord smirked, ”I'm sorry, pretty angel. I can't give up after seeing your strength. Oh, well. It's not like I can't get the blueprint. I still have these…”
Brocell looked at the invisible system panel, which only he could see.
It was a system shop menu, which listed many rare items in there.
There was a golem and android blueprint section. Some of them were sold at the atrocious price that Brocell couldn't buy with his current wealth.
From his estimation, he might need a few thousand years to gather enough funds for the cheapest one.
Everything required soul stones, and some of them demanded a specific grade, such as 7th-stage!
Despite being unable to get what he wanted, Brocell laughed and read some of the item descriptions in the system store. It also had the finished product preview, which resembled Uriel and Azazel.
First Generation War Marionette, Archangel Series, Code Name [Uriel]
Second Generation Combat Marionette, Lost-Sheep Series, Code Name [Azazel]
There were so many code names that it fascinated Brocell. Many of those names were coincidentally the same as famous archangels, such as Raphael, Michael, Gabriel, and others.
12 of them belonged in the first generation.
As for the second generation onward, there were over 9000!
But what attracted Brocell the most was the seven blueprints of the Prototype Generation as they were the most expensive and the strongest of them all. They were upgradable, modifiable, and evolvable.
They could even comprehend dao and cultivate like normal cultivators!
Brocell closed the shop menu to restrain his greed, yet he thought to himself.
'As long as I can have all of these War Driods under my control, everything in this universe will be mine.'
…
= Siren City =
After Azazel had visited all places, including Xiahou Dun's Cyclop Tribe, she returned to Siren City.
Of course, she reminded Miaomiao of the requirements of this Selection Tournament.
At the Yin Slave Mansion Lobby, Azazel sat on the opposite sofa of Miaomiao's couch, chewing Cernun Tree's durian as if they were a delicious snack.
”Mao Miaomiao, you need 35 representatives to join this event, and their strength has to be between 6th-stage to 9th-stage. Are you sure you can gather them within a week?”
Miaomiao also picked a piece of durian and took a bite. As an Asian, he was used to the smell.
”No problem. Even if you ask me to gather a hundred, I can prepare them in a day.”
”Good. It seems that you're more prepared than the others. I have no worry now.”
”Of course, you can count on me. I'm the Devil's beloved son, so daddy Devil will look after me and my anus virginity. My ass will always be his.”
”That sounds terribly wrong and disgusting on many levels, what the fuck… Anyway, I want to ask you a few questions. It's my personal curiosity, not a formal interrogation or anything.”
”Sure. What do you wanna know?”
Azazel discarded the seed of durian in her hand to the nearby bin and leaned forward. Her sheep pupils flared.
”Are you confident that you can kill an 8th-stage cultivator at your current strength?”
”Nope! Not at all!”
He lied. He already killed plenty of 8th-stage clones in ITS, but their difficulty rate was 100%.
Currently, Miaomiao still couldn't kill an 8th-stage clone with 200% difficulty. Although his shadow in the simulation mode could potentially kill them after struggling for five minutes, he assumed that it would be impossible for him to kill them with his current talent and skills.
Miaomiao believed that he still had a lot to learn from his simulation mode. He decided to be humble instead of being overconfident.
”What about Ling Tianlong? Are you confident that you can kill him?”