blenderwars Chapter 66 Capture the God to Guard the Gate, and Take a Free Trip While You're at It!
Chapter 66 Capture the God to Guard the Gate, and Take a Free Trip While You're at It!
"travel?"
Fang Qingxue's cool voice rang out, carrying a hint of inquiry.
She had been inside the house and had overheard the entire conversation outside.
This incredibly clever "personal nanny" instantly connected everything together.
"Sir, are you going to America for the sapling of the Tree of Life?"
"That was a trap." Her tone was calm, simply stating a fact.
"I know." Lin Fan waved his hand, completely unconcerned. "Just think of it as an adventure. Are you coming or not? If not, I'll go by myself."
"Wow!"
Fang Qingxue did not hesitate at all, and made a firm decision.
Wherever her husband goes, even if it's a mountain of knives or a sea of fire, how could she, as his "nanny," be absent?
Moreover, this is an excellent opportunity to observe Mr. [Name]'s words and actions up close!
"Okay, go pack two changes of clothes, nothing else," Lin Fan instructed.
"Yes, sir."
Fang Qingxue accepted the order, turned around and went back into the house, quick and decisive.
Watching the master and servant finalize this trip that would shake the world in just a few words, Li Zhenguo felt his head buzzing.
Who does he think he is?
A tool for delivering intelligence?
No, he's not even a tool; at most, he's an NPC who triggers the plot.
"Mr. Lin..." Li Zhenguo's Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke, his voice dry, "When do you plan to depart? Do you need us to arrange a private jet and security?"
He made a last-ditch effort to bring this out-of-control situation back onto a slightly more manageable track.
"We can mobilize all our resources in the Americas to provide you with comprehensive logistical support!"
"A private jet? Security?"
Lin Fan looked at him as if he were a primitive man who had just learned to use fire.
"No need."
As he spoke, he turned around and looked at the group of prisoners in the courtyard who were pretending to be working hard, but in reality, their ears were perked up like antennas.
"Hello!"
He shouted.
"Stop pretending, everyone. Take a break from work."
Swish!
The twelve Gold Saints, as if granted a pardon, instantly stopped what they were doing and stood in a row with a clang, their movements perfectly synchronized.
Even Ares, the god of war who was in charge of sweeping, stopped, a faint ripple appearing in his numb eyes.
"I have something to let you know."
Lin Fan cleared his throat.
"I'm going to America."
"You too, follow suit."
Upon hearing this, the twelve Gold Saints and Ares, the God of War, were all petrified.
Go to America?
Should we go together?
Is this... letting them go?
Even temporary freedom is enough to make their long-suppressed hearts pound wildly!
Could it be that their chance has arrived? Once they reach the Americas, far from the reach of imperial power, they might be able to... escape alive?!
Mu, an Aries, was the first to react, desperately trying to convey his ecstasy and loyalty to Lin Fan with his eyes and barely perceptible nods.
The others instantly understood as well, and their Saint Cloths glowed with excitement. In their empty eyes, the flame of "hope" was rekindled.
However, Lin Fan's next words completely extinguished the raging flames.
Don't get too excited yet.
Lin Fan pursed his lips, his tone indifferent.
"I'm taking you there, not for you to go on a sightseeing trip."
"Your identities are my baggage handlers and part-time bodyguards."
He paused, scanning the faces that had frozen in place.
"Once we get there, if any troublesome Tom, Dick, or Harry comes looking for trouble, you guys take care of them."
A very kind smile appeared on Lin Fan's face.
"If it can't be resolved..."
"I'll take care of you then."
"..."
The air was deathly still.
The ecstasy on the faces of the Gold Saints was like a still image in an oil painting, which then began to crack inch by inch.
Bodyguard? Luggage carrier?
If you can't solve the problem, will you be solved?
After all that, they turned out to be just a bunch of thugs dragged in as cannon fodder! They don't even have the most basic human rights!
Seeing their utterly hopeless expressions, Lin Fan slowly offered them a sweet treat.
"Of course, there are rewards for good performance."
"If this meets my expectations, I'll consider improving your meals when we get back."
"It's just cabbage and tofu every day, it looks so shabby to me."
Lin Fan stroked his chin, as if he were bestowing some immense favor.
"Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I might even give you a sip of meat soup."
The Gold Saints: "..."
Ares, the God of War: "..."
The divine essence shattered.
They, once gods and warriors who ruled over the laws of their own universe, now find their ultimate pursuit reduced to a mouthful of... meat soup?
Is there any reason?
Is there no law left?
Li Zhenguo, standing to the side, had completely given up thinking.
He decided to shut down his brain and quietly become a breathing background to avoid a heart attack.
"Alright, get ready."
Lin Fan clapped his hands and gave the final instruction.
"Put on all that junk clothes you're wearing. Don't embarrass me when we go out later."
The Saints dared not object and could only resign themselves to walking to the corner and putting their cracked, dull golden armor back on.
Soon, what could be described as the most bizarre "tour group" in history was assembled.
A lazy and easygoing young team leader.
A cold and aloof immortal assistant.
A war god whose divine might still remains, but whose eyes are empty.
And twelve Gold Saints, dressed in gold armor, looking dejected, as if they were visiting a grave rather than going on a trip.
Looking at the team that was about to represent "China" in the competition, Li Zhenguo opened his mouth, wanting to say "Have a safe journey," but found that he couldn't utter a single syllable.
He could only watch helplessly as Lin Fan led this group of gods and demons to the center of the courtyard.
"Stand still."
Lin Fan spoke calmly.
Then, he lifted his foot and gently stomped on the bluestone slab beneath his feet.
hum-
There was no earth-shattering roar, only a soft murmur that seemed to come from the source of the Great Dao.
An invisible Daoist aura rippled outwards from the point where he landed, like waves on water.
The entire courtyard house came alive!
The leaves of the Wudao Ancient Tea Tree and another sacred tree move without wind, each leaf lighting up and flowing with a dazzling brilliance like a galaxy.
On the ground, between the bricks and stones, golden patterns that mortals cannot understand appeared, connected, and intertwined on their own. They were not simple array runes, but rather a manifestation of the laws of the universe, a microcosm of the trajectories of stars and the coordinates of spacetime!
Li Zhenguo was utterly horrified.
This is hardly a courtyard!
This is clearly an ultimate teleportation machine that uses heaven and earth as its components and laws as its gears to drive the entire world!
"I'm gone."
Lin Fan's voice drifted away in the wind.
The next instant, the golden Dao patterns that rewrote reality shone brightly, but it was not dazzling; instead, it was as warm and smooth as jade.
Amidst the light, Lin Fan and the divine and demonic travel group behind him did not slowly disappear, but rather, as if they had never existed, they were cleanly and neatly "wiped" out of this space.
As the light faded, the courtyard returned to its original state.
Only Li Zhenguo remained, his brain malfunctioning, petrified and disoriented in the wind.
And there was a box of bright red, juicy cherries on the table in front of him, which he hadn't yet had time to give away.