Chapter 223 (2/2)

“Before an old king dies, he will entrust a trusted minister to take care of the young child, to protect him before he grows enough to be able to support the country. It is a very honorable but also dangerous job.”

“…This is not a bad phrase, I like it.”

“But I don’t like it!” Sui Xiong coldly said. “You’re not dead yet!”

“It’s just a preparation in case anything happens,” Morani calmly said. “I’ve decided more than once to defend my beliefs with my life. Although I’ve always won in the past, there’s a greater probability of losing this time. I definitely hope to win but it’s always good to make preparations in the event that I lose.”

“As if it’s so easy to die!” the God of Justice harrumphed, waving his hands towards the sky.

A light so bright the sun paled in comparison shot out of his hands, leaving the main plane in the blink of an eye. It turned into a ferocious tiger, heading towards the nearest Goddess of War and Death, about to bite her.

A golden light suddenly appeared, and an old man in shabby armor stood in front of the tiger, stopping it.

“Yorgaardman, you shouldn’t interfere.” The old man was the incarnation of the God of War. He originally only intended on watching nearby but appeared to intervene upon seeing the God of Justice take action.

“Falt Hai Wen, you can’t stop me!” The tiger rolled fiercely on the spot, turning into the God of Justice wielding a big axe, coldly looking at the old man. “You should be wary that I’d destroy this incarnation of yours!”

“I really am not a match for you,” The old man smiled confidently, “but what if we add in others?”

Light and shadow flashed and a cloud of darkness emerged around him, shielding him in a whole body of black armor as though he were a tall figure cast in iron.

This was the “Black Tyrant,” also called the God of Fear. He was also a powerful force, but unlike the God of War, he had no followers. He was an independent dangerous person. Despite some differences, he was similar to the God of War.

Yorgaardman’s eyes slowly narrowed. In a one-on-two fight, he was confident that he would not lose, but it was impossible to break through the two mighty divine powers to rescue the Gods of desolation.

“Maybe you can defeat the two of us, but how long would that take?” the God of war laughed. “One month? A year? By then, it would have been long over!”

As they spoke, the Gods of war encircled the Gods of desolation and began to approach without haste or delay.

They were prepared to win the victory in the most secure way.

A complete and thorough victory!

Faced with such a situation, Morani shouted angrily, throwing off the Gods of war who were trying to encircle him, and rushed to his companions.

With a wave of his shield, the commander and strategist Augmentin was sent flying. Although he saw the Steel Lion approaching and had made preparations, it was no use in the face of Morani’s overwhelming power.

As soon as Morani struck Augmentin flying, he rushed with Mo to the side of the giant earthworm and catfish duo. At this time the God of war had already taken back his warship, leaping onto the bow. Restored with his divine power, he watched them coldly.

“It’s not too late for you to surrender,” He said. “Steel Lion, I respect you as a brave man. If you are willing to join us Gods of war, I will personally offer you an apology!”

“What about my companions?” Morani asked.

“For a group of Gods, naturally the more the merrier.”

“Is this your intention, or the intention of your entire group?”

The God of War smiled, turning to look at a few other Gods.

“I have no objection,” the one commonly dubbed the God of Strategy, Augmentin, said.

“As long as it increases our strength, anything goes,” the God of Navy said.

The Goddess of War and Death frowned, clearly unwilling to accept, but still nodded begrudgingly.

The God of Berserkers had a blank look on his face. He looked around before asking, “So do we still cut them down?”

“If they don’t surrender,” the God of Hunting and Slaughter said with glee, licking the tip of his spear which glistened with poison.

“We won’t just cut them down; we’ll loot it all!” the Pirate Queen once more laughed, in a mocking royal tone.

Clearly, they had discussed this beforehand, playing good cop and bad cop.

Faced with this, Morani and Mo looked at each other, breaking into laughter.

“Then come!” He took up a fighting posture. “We may not be heroes, but at the very least we have backbone!”