Chapter 640: God's Advice

"My name is Henawi, the pure god who redeems the troubles of childbirth."

"Powerful men of humanity, you are blowing away the forbidden chapter. The Lord God has received the proposal of apocalypse. Stop your atrocities, otherwise you will eventually bring disaster to your kind."

The water goddess Henawi had a divine position that puzzled Mu Hua. When she finally appeared in front of Mu Hua and Abigail, the two ghosts felt shocked.

Damn, this woman is a virtual image!
"Mu, how about we just go?" Looking at the goddess in front of her who was quibbling over words, Abigail suddenly felt powerless.

"Gurgle~!" The Mouth of the Glutton suddenly appeared and swallowed up several nearby angels who seemed to have found their backbone. Looking at the goddess Henawi with a solemn face but slightly trembling mouth corners, Abigail nodded as if with satisfaction.

Very good, although the Henawi in front of us is basically a virtual image, it should at least be considered a real-life live broadcast.

As for those angels who were willing to sacrifice themselves for her, Abigail would no longer feel any pressure if they were killed.

"This girl is really one of a kind." Mu Hua also felt inexplicably tired and muttered to Abigail in a sarcastic manner.

"I really don't want to scold you anymore. The main god you mentioned is Uenlanga? Are you sure you have a main god? If you can talk nicely, then talk. If you can't, then get out." Mu Hua slumped his shoulders and said to Henawi who had suddenly "arrived".

"..." Henawi.

It is really difficult to see the god of this courtyard. The church he believed in was bombed, and his subordinates at home were insulted and killed. After making a fuss for a long time, he finally came out to blow a bubble, and it turned out to be a 'real projection'.

Mu Hua really doubted whether he could get the body of the god in this courtyard. He didn't know if all gods were like this or not. Anyway, if Henawi was used as a reference, the gods in this courtyard were really cowardly.

Although I have never seen Unlanga, there is no doubt that he is the leader of the gods in this courtyard.

The so-called main god, if placed in the regular hierarchy of hell, should correspond to the devil.

Humans don't know much about the concept of the Demon King, and even most demons don't know the details, but one thing is clear, that is, the Demon King will have sixty-six Hell Lords who are willing to become his life carriers.

No matter what the reason is, when the devil dies, he will be resurrected in the body of a life carrier and be reborn in his original form.

In other words, the devil has at least sixty-six hell lords who are loyal to him.

Needless to say, the threshold for becoming a Hell Lord is high enough. Among the various courtyards that appear in the human world, the more powerful courtyard masters are basically Hell Lords.

By comparison, there couldn't possibly be any main god in the Ukuru Courtyard. Not to mention the main god, even any god who followed the main god wouldn't run into the maze area and lie down.

Doesn't the Lord God have any dignity? Such a shameful thing would be beaten to death by his Lord God.

This is also the reason why Mu Hua is so persistent in killing the gods in this courtyard, because, from all aspects, the gods in this courtyard are quite weak.

So, Henawei, who ran to Mu Hua and Abigail in a rather ridiculous way, and her weird words were basically nonsense.

"Can you let them go?" Seeing that the two humans were getting a little impatient, especially Abigail's action of swallowing the angel to calm herself down, the arrogant Henawi at least spoke in a normal tone.

"Take off the armor and cancel the armament certification." Henawi was referring to those angels, Mu Hua said indifferently.

These angels are too weak, and there is no god behind them to recharge them. They can come at any time and be killed at any time. If they come back to trouble them, it will just be a waste of the power of faith. It really doesn't matter to Mu Hua and Abigail whether to kill them or not.

"No, at most... I can give you one third at most." Henawi looked back at the remaining angels. Well, there were only three or four hundred people left, and more than a hundred of their armors had been dismantled.

"You... are so poor?" Mu Hua looked at Henawi with suspicion. He was still bargaining? He didn't want their lives anymore?
"..." Henawi.

"Poor? I'm not poor at all. Seraph Armor, this is Seraph Armor! Why don't you look in the mirror and see what you look like when you take out the magic energy." With a serious and cold face, Henawi shouted in his heart.

Well, Henawi is not poor, as she throws out a Seraph-level magic mecha worth over 1,000 yuan when she goes out. After all, it is a high-end product, so it is normal for her to be fussy about this kind of weapon.

Compared with the lives of these angels, except for the six-winged angel, she probably cares more about the Seraph weapons on these angels.

The main reason was that Mu Hua couldn't help but subconsciously place the gods in a high esteem. Even if they relied on faith and their own combat power might not be enough, Mu Hua subconsciously felt that the gods should not lack soldiers and divine equipment.

But thinking back, it was true. He was trying to get himself into trouble by going to all sorts of ways to hook up with a god. It seemed that he was not that rich. It was understandable that gods were poor.

"What on earth do you want to do? Even if you want to punish Bridges, your goal has been achieved."

"For many years, we have been living in peace with humans. In the future, this can still be a peaceful place for humans to recuperate. I don't understand why you still want to create chaos here?" Henawi asked, resisting the urge to refute Mu Hua.

"Peace? Have you always defined mental slavery as peace? Tranquility is not something you define unilaterally." Abigail said seriously with a righteous look on her face.

"...You let the vampires seize this courtyard, isn't it to let them develop their faith?" Henawi hesitated.

"So, we killed all the vampires here." Mu Hua raised his hand and pointed to the empty space, but originally it was where the vampire army was. "..." A swear word was stuck in Henawi's throat, and it was so uncomfortable to hold it in. You guys are really good at talking.

Mental slavery? Damn it, which country among you humans doesn't have some mental slavery on its people?
It's all faith. Prayers are replaced by various oaths, and the Bible is replaced by various rules.

No matter whether you call him God, Buddha, president, leader, or even the strongest post-zero, or a young female general, it's just a change of name at most. Some of them are even more exaggerated than the belief in gods, and have no bottom line.

Who gave you the courage to say that people are mentally enslaved? Did you really kill the vampire army on a whim?

"Tell me, what do you want?"

"I must remind you again that the Divine King Unlanga is ready to send his apostles to stop you. If it affects the humans in this courtyard, it will be the apocalypse that you have caused."

"I think it will be very troublesome for you to leave this courtyard even if you want to do so."

"Tell us what you want, and the gods will grant your wishes as appropriate. Don't raise unrealistic fantasies."

"This is my final advice to you, and it's the purpose of my meeting with you." Without arguing with Abigail, after a moment's silence, Henawi said to the two of them.

It's not that Henawi has a good temper, but that she is more sensible. What are peace, chaos, tranquility, and slavery? There is no end to what they are talking about.

These two human ghosts are strong enough and shameless enough. It is meaningless to argue with them on such issues. It is better to talk about something realistic.

"..." Mu Hua and Abigail looked at each other, and this time it was their turn to be silent.

The so-called apostles mentioned by Henawi are nothing more than some powerful individuals under the command of God.

If the gods here were to go all out and release them, providing them with the power of faith at all costs behind the scenes, one could tell from the angel army that Henawi had thrown out that they would definitely be in great trouble.

Originally, Mu Hua and Abigail didn't care whether it was the end of the world or not. Bridges had aroused public anger anyway, and this courtyard and the people in it were no longer welcome.

It’s the Apocalypse, who’s afraid of who? If there’s any trouble, Mu Hua and Abigail will just pat their butts and leave.

But now that Bridges has lost power, the Naiden Group has emigrated, and the gods are giving out generous benefits, the courtyard is about to return to the embrace of the Magic Empire.

The Blood Moon City, Webster, Witches, Imperial Royal Family, and even those subordinate factions that were not worthy of Mu Hua and others to remember their names, everyone was waiting to sit in a row and divide the fruits.

If the Ukuru pantheon was provoked at this time, even if the royal authority came to tear down the kingdom of Unlanga, Mu Hua and Abigail would probably not end well.

This can be seen from Daryl, who is still busy running around in the desert.

It’s true that although the Ukuru pantheon is in trouble, with the changing times, they have a new hand that can be played.

At this stage, it won't be a big problem for Mu Hua and Abigail to bomb a few cities and attack the Blood Moon City.

But if they really provoke the apocalypse, it will definitely be a loss for them, not to mention that they may not even be able to get the body of the god.

What do you want? You want to kill God. This request is definitely an unrealistic fantasy for Henawi.

"What do you want..." Seeing that Abigail had no idea, Mu Hua muttered, his face changing again and again.

"How about you play with me? You may not know, I'm quite young and energetic, and I have some special fetishes, such as goddess fetish, you know?"

Mu Hua seemed to have made a decision while gritting his teeth. He scanned Henawei again and again with a slightly red face. It was hard to tell whether he was shy or something else. . .

“Cough! Cough, cough, cough!” Abigail seemed to be choked by her own saliva, and her coughing was so heartbreaking. When she looked at Mu Hua again, her eyes were full of admiration. What a face, what a face...

"..." Henawi was briefly confused. What? Playing around? Goddess fetish? Understand? What do I understand?
"You... deserve to die!" Well, after being confused for a moment, Henawi's anger rose. She really understood it.

"No, don't worry, you can go back and ask Unlanga first. As long as she is a goddess, it doesn't matter if she has a partner or not. I am not picky."

"Or, just pretend I didn't say anything. If you use a beauty trap on me, I will probably stop. It's all for peace." Mu Hua lowered his demands again.

It is hard to say whether Wuenlanga will do this for the sake of peace, but now that it has come to this, if the gods here can still tolerate it, they will still argue about sending apostles of revelation and the like...

Then he could only hold hands with Abigail, pat his butt and go home, and then think about the gods in other places when he had the chance.

And if Unlanga really throws out a goddess or something to play a beauty trap, well, then is it smelting, keratinizing the skin, or... shapeshifting?
Mu Hua was not sure whether Wuenlanga had crossed the threshold of the Lord of Hell, but he estimated that it should not be a problem for the World Poison to kill one of his subordinate gods.

After all, Fenrir is not a divine beast, but a notorious god-killing beast. If his original body has not crossed the threshold of the Lord of Hell, even the gods will be in trouble.

(End of this chapter)