signingbooks Chapter 68 Making the God of War dig the foundation? You call that being polite!
Chapter 68 Making the God of War dig the foundation? You call that being polite!
Urged on by Lin Fan, the Gold Saints struggled to their feet.
Everyone looked terrible; their stomachs were still churning, and their souls seemed to be repeatedly cleansed in that barbaric spatial passage.
Mu, an Aries, was elected by the group as the temporary "foreman." Despite his dizziness, he stepped forward and humbled himself greatly.
"Sir, what's next..."
"Set up camp."
Lin Fan pointed to the relatively open clearing in the jungle in front of him, speaking casually.
"Clear the site, cut some wood, and build a few shelters to protect us from the wind and rain."
"I'll stay here tonight."
Upon hearing this, the Saint Seiya warriors were all petrified.
shack?
Who are they?
The Gold Saints who protect the goddess Athena! They reside in the magnificent and ornate Twelve Palaces of Gold!
Now, are we supposed to build our own shelters and spend the night in this godforsaken, primeval rainforest?
This treatment is worse than that of a prisoner!
Lin Fan glanced at them, and their collective constipated expressions made him smirk.
"Any objections?"
"No...no!"
Mu's survival instinct kicked in instantly, and he shook his head like a rattle.
He whirled around and unleashed a mental roar at his brothers behind him:
"What are you all standing there for! Do you want to die?!"
"Do you want to build your own shack, or do you want to be chopped up like a piece of wood by that devil?!"
The Gold Saints shuddered.
The image of Lin Fan tearing apart the Gold Saint Cloth with his bare hands is their eternal nightmare.
Complaints? I dare not.
Questioning? I wouldn't dare.
The next second, this group of once high and mighty individuals completely demonstrated their professional qualities as "top-notch workers".
Leo's Aiolia unleashed a plasma-speed punch, the violent lightning instantly evaporating the weeds and rubble on the ground, clearing a scorched and flat clearing.
With his eyes slightly closed, the outline of the Tenbu Horin flashed by, and his vast cosmos purified the surrounding miasma and insects, creating a "Buddhist Pure Land".
Even Ares, the god of war who never uttered a word, silently picked up his divine spear.
He looked at the spearhead with a complicated expression. It had been stained with the blood of countless gods and demons, but now he used it to... precisely draw the lines of the foundation on the ground.
He accepted his fate.
Seeing the "god-level construction team" working so enthusiastically, Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction.
Children can be taught.
He leisurely found a clean, large rock to sit on, and with a casual wave of his hand, a set of exquisite purple clay teaware appeared out of thin air.
"Clear the snow, boil water, and make tea."
"Yes, sir."
Fang Qingxue also took out a pot of Ten Thousand Year Mystic Ice Spring, and a blue flame ignited at her fingertips as she began to boil water.
For a moment, a starkly contrasting scene appeared in this primeval and wild rainforest.
On one side, a group of muscular, gleaming men, shirtless, were building houses, sweating profusely.
On the other side, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, looking like immortals, leisurely sipped tea and enjoyed the scenery amidst the swirling clouds and mist.
If you didn't know better, you'd think some super-rich guy had brought his secretary and construction team to develop real estate in the rainforest.
Lin Fan had just taken his first sip of the scalding hot Enlightenment Tea when he suddenly paused.
He raised an eyebrow slightly.
Several strange, malevolent auras were stealthily approaching from all directions.
"Oh, we have a guest."
Lin Fan put down his teacup and smiled.
Fang Qingxue's eyes narrowed, and a chill permeated her entire body.
"Sir, are you one of Quetzalcoatl's men?"
"It doesn't look like it."
Lin Fan shook his head, his senses sweeping over the area instantly.
"A motley crew, their auras mixed, some were ordinary people, some were natives with some supernatural powers, none of them were very strong."
"It's probably the local tyrant of this forest; it came here because it smelled the scent."
He looked up and called out to Taurus Aldebaran, who was snapping giant trees in the depths of the rainforest.
"Hey big guy! Stop the demolition, we've got some work to do!"
Aldebaran, carrying a log as thick as a water bucket, strode out like a giant and asked in a booming voice:
"Sir, what kind of work is it?"
"A few clueless petty thieves have crept over."
Lin Fan pointed to the surrounding dense forest and lazily gave the order.
"Go and 'invite' them over."
"Remember to be 'polite,' don't kill him."
"Just beat him half to death."
"Yes, sir!"
Aldebaran's eyes instantly burst forth with a dazzling light!
fighting!
Finally, we can fight!
His long-dormant fighting spirit roared wildly in his chest!
"boom!"
He threw away the log in his hand, and the earth trembled.
The next moment, he was like a runaway human tank, roaring with excitement, and plunged headlong into the depths of the dense forest!
Soon, a series of terrified screams, gunshots, explosions, and the rumble of trees collapsing in droves echoed through the forest.
Less than five minutes.
Aldebaran is back.
With one hand, it looked like he was carrying a string of dead dogs, leading seven or eight bruised, broken, and battered men.
With a "bang," they were all thrown in front of Lin Fan.
"Sir, the people have been 'invited,' and none of them have escaped!"
He clapped his hands, looking like he wanted to continue.
Lin Fan glanced at the few unlucky guys on the ground who were barely breathing, and then looked at Aldebaran, whose face was flushed with excitement.
His eye twitched violently.
"I told you to be 'polite'! And you call that being polite?"
"Is this a dinner party or a forced demolition?"
Aldebaran scratched his bald head and muttered somewhat aggrievedly:
"Sir, I have already been holding back."
"They were so fragile, I just touched them lightly and they all collapsed."
Lin Fan: "..."
He couldn't be bothered to argue with this battle maniac anymore.
His gaze fell on the prisoners.
This group is composed of a very diverse group.
Several people dressed in modern tactical camouflage uniforms and carrying firearms were mercenaries.
The others were dressed in animal skins and feathers, with strange totems painted on their faces, and exuded a bloody and barbaric aura.
"We are the 'Hellfire' mercenary group!"
The mercenary leader, despite having three broken ribs, still tried to be defiant, threatening in hoarse English:
"Boy! Release us immediately! Otherwise, 'Hellfire' will not let you get away with this..."
"Hellfire? Never heard of it."
Lin Fan ignored him and looked at the trembling native next to him.
"And you? Which gang are you from?"
The indigenous man looked at Lin Fan with eyes filled with fear and a hint of incomprehensible fanaticism.
He opened his mouth and began to pray and curse in a very ancient and difficult Aztec language.
Lin Fan listened quietly.
Amidst the horrified gazes of the natives, Lin Fan calmly responded in Aztec, a language he spoke with equal fluency, and perhaps even more ancient and authentic:
"Oh? A descendant and guardian of Kukulkan, the feathered serpent god?"
"You've guarded this 'holy mountain' for generations, treating us like invaders, just like these mercenaries?"
The color drained from the faces of the indigenous people instantly, as if they had seen a god descend.
Lin Fan stroked his chin, revealing a playful smile.
"interesting."
"It seems we're not the only ones eyeing that sapling."