The Spear Courted Death
After Death God descended in response to Little Bone's call, his gaze swept across the entire area, but he did not find the God of Spring God.
--Hey, where's spring?
Didn't we say to call out to him when spring is discovered?
Death God looked down at Little Bone in front of him.
Little Bone was holding a pile of Scythe fragments in her white, bony fingers, and the two clusters of eerie blue phosphorescent flames in her eye sockets flickered pitifully.
Where is spring?
Little Bone raised a finger bone, pointing upwards into the air, looking down at their Sapphire Blue Spears, and began to complain in detail:
"God, it broke me, and it also knocked away the Scythe you gave me."
The Spear hovered leisurely in mid-air, its Spear Tip tilted downwards, as if looking down at people through its nostrils.
After all, the only person it can't afford to offend in this world is its own master.
The other gods, with their Spears, were completely disregarded.
It looked down disdainfully at the two gods before it.
The purple-haired god exudes the air of a lazy, retired old cadre—how powerful could he possibly be?
The blue-haired girl next to her looks quite well-behaved, with flowers tied in her hair; she looks weak and easy to bully.
After a swift examination, the Spear reached a final conclusion:
--Nothing to fear.
Death God hadn't seen such a rampant weapon in a long time.
However, judging from the almost tangible Killing Intent emanating from the gun, resembling a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, it was indeed quite formidable.
This kind of Killing Intent cannot be cultivated overnight; its master must be an extremely cruel god.
Death God had never seen such an aura on any other weapon before, making it truly unique.
"Which god's weapon are you?" Death God asked.
Now he's like a retired cadre, his temper much better than before, too lazy to argue with others' rude behavior. But the real reason is that he's genuinely too lazy to move; he'd rather talk than fight, and lie down than stand.
The Life God beside the Death God Reaper answered, "The Asura God."
The Spear gave him a "you do have some sense" look, then flew down from mid-air, slowly circling Death God and Life God twice, its Spear Tip dangling in front of them.
Spear: "You guys are all pretty good-looking, any thoughts about following me, Spear Master?"
Ever since he saw his younger brother Dark Night trying to find Bedmate for the Goddess of Beauty, Spear had the same idea in his mind.
The kind of master that the God of Desire and the God of Lies are obviously disliked, but these two are right in front of me.
One exudes a laid-back, carefree vibe, while the other appears obedient and docile.
Perhaps the owner would be interested.
As soon as the Spear was finished speaking, the lazy, languid aura surrounding Death God vanished completely, replaced by a chilling, bone-deep wind. He grabbed the Spear, his dark purple-red eyes narrowing, complementing his naturally upturned lips.
At that moment, he looked exceptionally eerie.
"With you? That's really audacious."
A chill crept up the spear along the fingertips of Death God, freezing it into a crystal-clear Spear in the blink of an eye.
The frozen Spear was thrown to the ground by Death God. The Sapphire Blue Divine Power flickered beneath the ice, trying to struggle, but found that this frost was different from that of ordinary gods and was difficult to break through.
The power of Death God carries the chill of impending doom.
The chill made the Spear feel stiff and painful all over.
Spear: "Damn, we've kicked a hornet's nest."
How could this god be the Death God?!
That didn't look like it at all!
Spear naturally knew about Death God, but how could the opponent be that salty god from before?
It hadn't expected the other party to be so cunning, capable of disguising themselves!
The Life God picked up the Spear from the ground, and as soon as he touched Spear with his fingers, the frost disappeared.
Spear sniffed and looked at him gratefully.
--This god is really something!
"Who are you? Since you saved me, I'll give you the position of my master's Bedmate. However, you'd better live up to my expectations, otherwise, if my master doesn't like you, there's nothing I can do."
The Life God chuckled.
He was quite familiar with the Asura God.
It's just that kind of familiarity where one party completely disregards the other, while the other desperately wants to punch them.
Every time the Asura God finished teaching those gods a lesson, he would just leave, leaving behind a huge mess for himself, his sister, and Chunchun.
Thinking of this, the Life God smiled and looked at the Spear, saying, "Little Spear, thank you for your kindness, but I refuse. However, I have a question for you: are you very powerful?"
Just as the Spear was about to fly away, he suddenly heard the other party ask this question, and he looked extremely smug.
Its gun immediately straightened proudly.
"Of course, I'm very powerful. My master has praised me, saying I'm his most reliable weapon."
"Really? That's great!"
The Life God smiled even more gently, his drooping eyes curving slightly.
"Then I'll test your hardness for the Asura God; he shouldn't mind."
After saying that, he flipped his other hand, and the giant hammer with the word "" engraved on it appeared out of thin air in his palm.
The Life God gave Spear no chance to refuse, and swung the hammer down hard.
Today, he will teach this arrogant Spear a lesson on behalf of the Asura God.
Ideally, it should have a sudden awakening, weep bitterly, and deeply realize how outrageous its previous actions were.
The sounds of clanging and banging rang out continuously.
The God of Life swung the big hammer with the word "" engraved on it and hit the spear one after another.
The Spear was furious.
"You Gods so adorable, how come you're even more violent than my master! Then why did you save me just now?"
The Life God stopped hammering, blinked his innocent, droopy doe eyes, and spoke with a sincere and gentle tone.
"Of course, it's to properly educate and guide you."
"Otherwise, what if I break the ice with this hammer blow, and the shards fly out and hit other Huahua? I cherish all living things very much, and I absolutely cannot do such a thing."
Upon hearing this, Spear nearly coughed up blood on the spot.
What kind of logic is that?!
Even if its owner is violent and dictatorial, they should at least have some sense of reason.
Unexpectedly, this seemingly docile god was actually full of cunning and scheming thoughts.
So that the ice wouldn't damage the Huahua, I melted it for them.
The story returns to where the Life God revived the Perching Flower Star in a captivating way.
The Asura God stood in the Sea of Flowers, his white hair flying in the wind, and he sensed the aura of his useless Spear.
It's not far from this planet.
To his surprise, the Spear that usually clung to him like a leech didn't immediately fly back to rub against his shoulder and claim credit.
--Ha, that's really strange.
However, even if the opponent sticks close now, the Asura God will kick them away again.
He's already being quite lenient by not breaking it in two.
As the Asura God was pondering this, he heard the Spear's weak, mournful wail coming from afar:
"Master, help! I'm going to die!"
Spear:(´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥`).