bookrandom Chapter 792: Western First Choice
Chapter 792: Western First Choice
The Westerners are demoralized, they will expect the gods to take action, but they will not have any hope of victory.
"There shouldn't be any more Three God Cards, right? Who will be the next one?"
After experiencing so many sacred battles, people have learned to live a fast pace.
It’s too late to mourn Ahura, let’s welcome the next god.
The tool man Dam is also the manager, but he is very different from Su Ming.
His role is more like a mechanical sound, an insignificant sense of ritual.
"Master Valkyrie, can I start to pray to the gods?"
The Valkyrie glanced at him, wondering if this guy was giving up.
"The 14th match of the Sacred Arena, Dongfang will be the first to summon the gods."
"Are you ready?" Brunhilde looked at Su Ming.
She knew that Su Ming had just obtained the spoils and was afraid that he would use them in a hurry.
But in fact, this amount is enough for him to finish in one gulp.
It doesn't hurt or cause any harm.
Nothing has changed.
"Lady Valkyrie, I'm available anytime." Su Ming cupped his hands.
He was respectful yet elegant. In fact, with his current status and strength, there was no need for him to treat the Valkyrie like this.
But Su Ming did it anyway.
"Then let's begin. The 14th round of the Sacred Arena. Let's start by summoning the gods."
In the East, Su Ming can choose the gods to take the field on his own.
Even saints would consider his ideas. If Su Ming was interested, the summoned saints would basically come down.
But Su Ming felt that the saints were noble, and their fate should be up to them.
"Junior Su Ming, once again begs the gods in heaven to fight for China."
The divine thought was transmitted again and again, opening the divine summoning channel.
Since so many saints have come down, the response will be slower this time.
Eastern Divine Realm.
The several innate saints in charge have already hidden themselves, so we won't ask about them for now.
So much so that the Eastern gods looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
There were also several great emperors stationed in the four directions, who, seeing the King Father of the East and the Queen Mother of the West slaying the saint in their immortal forms, became eager to try.
"I think I can go down and give it a try. Although I may not be as powerful as the Queen Mother, I have a legend to back me up, so maybe I can be of some help."
The person who was speaking had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and was gentle and elegant. He was wearing a plain gown and looked like a civil servant.
With such an image, how could one dare to compare oneself to being no less than a prince or queen?
But when his voice reached the lower world, he was immediately recognized.
Small, but deeply rooted in people's hearts.
"Is it Baosheng Dadi, the most powerful medical god in our southern Fujian region?"
The DNA of the Minnan people has been moved. Baosheng Dadi, the divine doctor Dadugong, and Wu Ben. In their legends, although Wu Ben is the god of medicine, he is almost omnipotent and extremely sacred because of his immeasurable merits.
But after the excitement, he began to analyze calmly: "Although Baosheng Dadi is strong, he is not strong enough to be on par with the saints."
People believed that it was Baosheng Emperor who was kind-hearted and wanted to fight for the people.
All of a sudden, the people petitioned one after another, not wanting Wu Ben to go to the mortal world.
Wu Ben sighed in the sky: "Forget it, it was too abrupt after all."
He really wanted to go, but among those who tried to dissuade him was Su Ming.
So he couldn't go down.
Although Wu Ben could not come down, Su Ming had great respect for him.
There are many doctors who have achieved enlightenment and become gods, but Wu Ben is one of the best among them.
If one could open up a separate path to becoming a medical god, it would be a path to becoming a saint.
After all, in medicine, our ancestor Shennong was listed as one of the Three Sovereigns, but he did not practice monopoly, and the saintly throne was still vacant.
……
"If the Grand Master can't go down, then I'm afraid I can't go down either."
The person who is speaking is an old man, who, like Wu Ben, is the master of folk mythology.
This person is truly the Old Mother of Mount Li. Behind her old appearance, one seems to have a touch of natural beauty and unrivaled elegance.
Legend has it that Mount Li was transformed from the mount of the Queen Mother Nuwa. This old mother of Mount Li is probably...
But looking at the Eastern pantheon up to this point, it is often possible to separate the incarnation from the deity, and they are completely separate individuals.
There are also some hidden bosses who have also stepped forward to represent the saint.
"Could it be that this competition is an opportunity, a place of gilding?"
After all, the saints suddenly retired collectively just to give them a chance.
What if you go up there and become a saint when you come back, don’t you think?
"It's really hard to deal with the Saint not wanting to fight this time."
The gods and Buddhas in the sky were all very troubled, they really couldn’t understand it.
How come this saint came and left as suddenly as he said?
If these quasi-saints were to take action, if a saint came from the other side, it would basically be a death sentence.
.........
There was no movement in the East, but someone in the West could no longer hold back.
"Since you in the East still need to consider, let us go first."
Hunab shouted to the Eastern gods across the endless boundary wall.
According to the usual Western style, they always start with ridicule.
But Hunab did not do so. Instead, after getting the Valkyrie's permission, his eyes fell on Azathoth.
"Congratulations, this game belongs to you." Hunaber said softly.
Azathoth still looked casual, and he stretched his body lazily: "There is no need to congratulate for something that can be seen."
Then, facing Jehovah's envious look, Azathoth shook his head.
This old six, who shouted the loudest at the beginning, has been stable until now.
Almost all of those gods who died in battle were taken under his command.
In the past, Azathoth thought he could suppress Jehovah.
Judging from what we have seen so far, it’s hard to say how strong this guy is.
Watching Azathoth's back gradually going away, Hunab's eyes changed obviously. Ahura was also very strong, but his battle was also doomed.
As for Azathoth...
Jehovah sighed again: "This guy, I think his status is not inferior to mine. Among the Western gods, he can be ranked in the top five, or even the top three."
As soon as he finished speaking, Allah’s eyes widened.
What does it mean? For the first three, one is Hunaber and the other is you...
What about me? Am I unworthy?
"What are you looking at? I'm not talking about you, and I'm not talking about myself." Jehovah said, "You don't think that we are the only saints left in the West, do you?"
In comparison, there are simply too many Western pantheons.
Although they do not have strong people of the same level as the Eastern Innate Saint.
But the advantage is that there are enough pantheons and enough saints, so they can balance the East with the advantage in numbers.
It’s a pity that this balance point was broken for some reason.
The emergence of the mythical arena is most likely to restore this balance.
"I don't really understand. Isn't it for the purpose of balancing the gods? Why should we just raise the power of the West? Why do we have to set up a mythological arena to create slaughter?"
As a result, Western Shinto becomes more withered and the imbalance becomes greater.
However, this idea is just the underlying thinking of those little gods.
If your opponent is weaker than you, would you try to improve his strength or take advantage of his weakness to kill him?
At this time, Azathoth has already reached the gate of heaven. This...
It was confirmed that he had come to fight.