Chapter 1628 - Who Are You to Negotiate With Me? (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Is this really a good idea, Vishnu?”

A faint voice rang out, lingering beside the ears of the God sitting on the divine elephant.

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“Don’t worry. Since Earth’s spiritual energy recovered, the power of mortals also contained special ability, which is enough to pose a threat to Gods. Let them weaken this Immortal of Hua first,” the God on the elephant said with a smile.

He had the appearance of a human being, and he wore many gemstones. But his skin was dark purple, and he had four arms, each holding a glinting weapon. The four weapons were a hammer, a sword, a bow, and a seashell. He was Vishnu. Slowly, he raised his head and glanced at the void.

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A God riding on a white cow loomed in the void as if he was at some distant place. This God had one face, three eyes, and four arms. His neck was blue, and he had a double personality—one always angry, one compassionate. He was Shiva, an Indian God on the same level as Vishnu.

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Obviously, these Gods did not dare to take Bu Fang lightly, or rather, they did not dare to take any Immortal of Hua lightly.

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Rumbling filled the air as one shell after another rose into the sky and arced across the vault of heaven like fireworks, dazzling the eyes. Plumes of black smoke snaked upward, reeking of destruction. The ground shook as these shells fell and exploded, sending clouds of dust and smoke into the air.

“Open fire!”

Amid the troops that spread across the plain, a general was shouting. He was clad in a military uniform and holding a pair of binoculars, and his eyes were shot with blood. “Kill that Immortal! We have the most advanced God-killing weapons provided by the United States! We must blow this Immortal of Hua into pieces!”

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The general had received a God’s will to intercept the Hua Immortal here. It made the desire to do battle inside him flare up, especially when his army had the advanced technology and weapons imported from the United States.

The recovery of spiritual energy was not a good thing to the United States, which was a superpower of the world. Its history was too short, and its Gods were all lesser Gods. That made it vulnerable before the other major powers, such as Hua.

However, it had the technology. Americans were best at researching technology, and they had developed weapons that could suppress Gods and Immortals. These firearms could break Gods’ defense, suppress their divine power, and even hurt them.

Americans had tested the power of these weapons; they had killed the Gods of their country with these modern firearms. Therefore, they called these firearms God-killing weapons. In fact, what they did was just fill the weapons with a kind of energy.

With his hands clasped behind him, Bu Fang walked through the rain of shells and flames at a steady pace. Bombs landed around him and exploded, blowing up dust and dirt that obscured his figure.

“Kill him!” growled the Indian general.

The air was filled with the rumble of tanks, armored vehicles, cannons, and all kinds of fighter jets. They did not dare to take an Immortal lightly.

With a piercing whistle, a huge shell shot toward Bu Fang at great speed. He slowly raised his head. Instead of dodging, he reached out a hand to grab it. He did not understand where did the God of India find his courage to attack him with firearms.

The next moment, the shell hit his palm and exploded. “Oh?” Bu Fang frowned. He seemed to sense the strange power in the weapon.

“This Hua Immortal must be an idiot! I can’t believe he had the nerve to catch that shell with bare hands!” The Indian general could not help laughing excitedly. He was sure that the shell could rip apart the Immortal’s defense and blow his arm apart.

“The army of India will become the second army in the world after the United States to successfully kill an Immortal! Keep firing!”

Fighter jets zoomed across the sky, showering Bu Fang with missiles and bullets. Tanks rumbled as they moved, shaking the earth. It was a horrible scene.

Xiao Ai, watching from afar, was already trembling all over. “This is so… terrifying…” The tremor made her hand shake as she held the camera. “This is not a movie, but real war! Those shells are enough to destroy an entire city!”

Meanwhile, Hua’s armies emerged along the border at the Himalayas. They were on full alert as they watched the war with horror. It was a battle against an Immortal.

The shell fell and was caught by Bu Fang. A deafening rumble echoed out, and flames engulfed him in an instant. A violent force seemed to rip his divine power and try to burrow into his body. However, he sent out his divine sense and crushed the force into nothing.

“Interesting… This firearm is mixed with a force that can break my defense.” Bu Fang was a little surprised, but he was in no mood to study it further. He did not want to waste time now. He just wanted to rescue White Tiger.

“This Indian God is quite interesting as well. Looks like he is trying to suppress me with the power of these mortals. It is good thinking, but unfortunately…”

The flames dissipated, and Bu Fang stood intact. The hem of the Vermilion Robe fluttered. In its perfect state, the robe’s invincibility had returned.

Bu Fang clasped his hands behind him and walked on step by step. Shells, bullets, and grenades kept falling and exploding around him. However, none of them could hurt him. He was not affected at all.

The troops of India watched in horror, trembling with fear.

“This… Is this the power of a God?!”

“Why?! We’re using the most advanced equipment from the United States!”

“Great Lord Shiva, what monster is this?!”