"The performance is about to begin."
" Niuniu is about to face a betrayal from his loyal Battle General!"
"You're so silly, Niuniu!"
"Damn it, I wish I could be here! Please, Pretty God, give birth to me again!"
"Then we'll have to put you back first."
"..."
The old folks on the Local Area Network were excitedly anticipating the big show that was about to begin.
Thousand Faces the arrayed king-level beasts and herds.
"You three go and deal with that white Birdman. I'll take care of the golden Star God. The main force will stay put to prevent any diversionary tactics or escape."
The Magician yelled, "Holy crap! You Thousand Faces sleight of hand, have some humanity!"
"I'm not even Level Nine Martial Artist, and you expect me to fight three SSS-level opponents?"
With Thousand Faces and a grin, he said, "People are driven by pressure; your potential is beyond your imagination."
"Besides, you're the ace, blessed by the Four Gods. A mere three king-level beasts are nothing to you, aren't they?"
The Magician gritted his teeth, feeling that Thousand Faces was settling a personal score.
That bastard must be jealous that I took his Son of the Version," so he seized the opportunity to kick me when I'm down.
The Faceless Beast felt an overwhelming sense of admiration for Thousand Faces.
Battle General general reserved the most difficult Star God for himself, leaving the three of them to deal with the smaller foes.
What a profound love and care this shows for his soldiers!
At this moment, the Faceless Beast only wanted to shout one thing: Loyalty!
The Faceless Beast charged at the Magician first to show its loyalty, followed closely by the other two king-level beasts.
The Soul of Machinery taunted, "Firefly, they're coming! You're doomed!"
The Magician smirked.
firefly?
What kind of weird nickname is this?!
The Soul of Machinery cried out, "You little minions, come and please me!"
"If I so desire, I will grant you unparalleled power!"
The Magician scoffed, "You're dreaming!"
Trying to please a nagging old woman? Are you kidding me?
"Open your eyes and take a good look at what true protagonist strength looks like!"
The Magician started with a Supernova Explosion.
One of the king-level beasts immediately stepped in front to block the way.
He bent down and slammed his fists down on his feet, instantly raising a semi-transparent, dark barrier.
The sea of fire was split open by the barrier, without harming the three-headed king-level beast in the slightest.
The Soul of Machinery continued its sarcasm, "Don't reveal your strength carelessly, or you'll only expose that you're just a nobody."
The Faceless Beast emerged from the void beside the Magician, its arm transforming into a white battle blade, slashing towards the Magician's head.
The Magician's face turned pale instantly.
The speed of the king-level beast was simply too fast, so fast that he had no time to react.
Just as the blade was about to slice through the Magician's skin, his wings suddenly flapped, propelling Magician backward at lightning speed. The Faceless Beast's blade grazed his nose.
The Magician immediately felt like he was on fire again.
"Tell me loudly, who is the main character! Who is the Son of the Version!"
"I've made up my mind. From this day forward, I will worship the God of the Sky!"
The Dharma King exclaimed, "Good heavens! You've now achieved the status of a traitor who serves three masters!"
The Faceless Beast's gaze was fixed on the Magician's wings; just a moment ago, it had sensed a powerful fluctuation of divine power.
Despite having God's blessing, this nobody seems to be more complex than he thought.
The three king-level monsters quickly exchanged glances, forming a classic pincer movement that blocked the Magician's escape routes from all directions.
The Soul of Machinery sneered, "You're about to die!"
The Magician clinked his fists together and said coldly, "The way out is earned with your fists!"
The air currents around the Magician moved rapidly, instantly forming a storm.
Immediately, he twirled like a ballet dancer, and countless white feathers shot out like a rain of pear blossoms.
The three king-level alien beasts' encirclement tactic was interrupted by a sudden area-of-effect attack.
The Magician soared into the air, his body adorned with dazzling special effects, and twinkling stars swirling around him.
Did you think I only had God's blessings?
Hehe~
Even without divine powers, the true protagonist can still turn the tide!
The Soul of Machinery was stunned by the Magician's sudden display of power.
With a wave of his hand, the Magician conjured a row of star cards in front of him.
The Faceless Beast knew something was wrong upon seeing this.
He sensed a powerful force of rules emanating from those magnificent star cards.
The Magician thoroughly enjoyed the other person's surprised expression, his smug smile almost reaching his ears.
"Prepare for your judgment!"
Having said that, the Magician magnanimously grabbed a card and hurled it forcefully at the three king-level monsters.
boom--
As a golden light shot into the sky, the Skill of the God was activated, and a Yangyang of golden starlight drifted towards the three king-level beasts.
The Soul of Machinery exclaimed, "How magnificent!"
The Magician said smugly, "You nagging old hag, don't you dare call me a nobody again!"
The Faceless Beast's hair stood on end, but no matter what method it used, it couldn't stop the starlight from falling on its body.
"Is this the power of rules...?"
A wave of despair washed over him. The Faceless Beast glanced back at the Battle General general and realized he could no longer remain loyal.
However, the expected death sentence did not come.
As the starlight completely merged into his body, the Faceless Beast felt as if it were bathed in a spring breeze, as if all the meridians in its body had been opened up, and it had never felt so comfortable before.
Most importantly, they were no longer affected by the storm, as if they had received a blessing from the God of the Sky.
The Faceless Beast looked slightly bewildered; why were they being given positive buffs?
With the storm no longer affecting them, the king-level beasts once again formed a triangular formation.
The Magician's smile vanished; all his unspoken words were reduced to a single syllable.
"Grass!"
As it turns out, even with the blessings of the Four Gods, luck is still something that cannot be changed.
The Soul of Machinery laughed heartily, "You really are a pushover, showing me a big one instead."
"You little bastard, you're really going to die now."
The Magician was attacked from three sides, and the Blazing Sun Fire erupted layer by layer.
The blessing of the Goddess of the Dark Night took effect, and a black shadow rose up beside the Magician to fight alongside him, making the situation barely achievable as a two-on-three battle.
After all, the Magician wasn't a proper Level Nine Martial Artist, and as the battle progressed, he gradually showed signs of fatigue.
The Soul of Machinery continued its cruel lament, "While you still have a chance, hurry up and please me!"
"If I'm in a good mood, I'll give you great power."
The Magician shouted, "Shut up, you old hag!"
The Soul of Machinery retorted, "You're the one who stinks! Stinky fish!"
The Magician cursed, " Thousand Faces, call one of your men back."
Thousand Faces grinned. "No need to call me that, you're the main character, of course the main character should be treated like one."
The Magician was now absolutely certain that Thousand Faces was settling a personal score.