Looking at this warehouse full of "pies" and "pot-boiled dishes," Lu PingAn felt as though he had returned to the past.
Back then, in that unsalvageable secret realm, he had seemingly cooked for Eight-Clawed's descendants in much the same way.
"Back then was only a reflection of history. Whatever I did had no real meaning. But now, the future is in my hands."
Lu PingAn also knew that even if he destroyed this batch of invaders before him, it would not change anything. The deaths of one or two demigods would not even reach the highest levels where interests were decided.
But if he did not give the Otherworld Invaders a "warm welcome," would that not seem terribly rude of him?
"...Demonized Intestinal Parasite, Demonized Fish Lung Disease."
None of the toxins used in previous rounds of "Big Pot cooking" had been used again. No matter how precisely tailored they were, Silver Tier toxins would be meaningless against monsters suspected to be demigods, other than making them nauseous.
This time was no mere prank. It was mutual slaughter fueled by hatred.
Ordinary toxins would kill the weak ones. Even if he left them alone, this vile environment would kill most of them. In truth, even if all these cannon fodder died, it would count as normal "attrition" to the invaders. There would not even be any need to file a report for expended materials.
What Lu PingAn intended to do was likely not fundamentally different from Your Excellency Xiu Yi. He did not wish to hand over humanity's land, this rare safe zone within the Poison Sea, this frontline fortress closest to the continent, to the enemy so easily.
"...I won't worry about the consequences anymore."
The Life-type path truly deserved its reputation as a path that commonly ended without