103: Chapter I don’t adopt a son, the last confession of a Westerner!

“Got it. I’ll tell Lin Mo to be careful… *hiss*…”

“Don’t worry, King Guang of Qin, sir…”

“No, I’m eating spicy strips.”

Beside him, Ji Xiaomin seemed to be communicating with someone.

Ji Xiaomin looked up and saw Lin Mo staring at her.

“King Yama also sent me a reminder, telling me to inform you that your opponent this time is extremely powerful, indescribable, and not to be looked at directly!”

Lin Mo: “…”

No.

Why are you lying to King Yama?

Where did you get spicy strips to eat… At the foot of Mount Olympus.

Peter from Bear Country, responsible for the outer perimeter, sensed the aura of his human kin.

“Perhaps it’s an Eastern reinforcement…”

He reported this news to Chief Zuma.

Chief Zuma, who was toying with the remaining Western Heavenly Chosen’s lives in the dungeon, smiled.

“You humans are just so strange.”

“Even knowing it’s a dead end, you insist on coming here…”

He flicked his arm.

Thousands of statues in the dungeon suddenly shattered.

Zuma demons emerged from them.

“These soldiers will assist you in swatting all these flies to death.”

“Yes, Chief Zuma, sir.”

Peter knelt down and kowtowed to him with a loud thud.

He acted respectfully.

He didn’t feel the slightest bit humble, like a dog… Initially, he leaked the matter of caesar’s authority to Chief Zuma partly to vent his anger and partly to cooperate with him.

However.

When he truly realized Chief Zuma’s power.

He no longer harbored such improper thoughts.

Chief Zuma’s power was simply beyond what humans could compare to.

Now.

Let alone hoping that he would tear off a piece of caesar’s authority and feed it to him.

Just being able to continue as a dog under him and not die was already the greatest fortune.

“Whoosh—”

A series of explosive sounds, breaking the sound barrier, grew closer.

Ya Zi, pulling the dragon palanquin blood phoenix, rapidly advanced here.

“The opponent has arrived…”

“Roar!”

At the same time.

Peter bestialized again, and the ground exploded with spiderweb-like cracks!

Peter’s muscles bulged, tearing his combat uniform, and brown fur, covered in foul-smelling mucus, instantly enveloped his entire body.

A 300-meter-tall giant bear stood upright, its front claws tearing through nearby rock layers, splashing magma rain thousands of meters high!

“Boom!”

A boulder smashed towards the dragon palanquin blood phoenix.

Ya Zi snorted coldly.

With a divine dragon’s tail flick, he bounced the thrown stone back.

The giant stone, imbued with terrifying power, smashed back with even greater force than it came.

The moment it landed, there was a huge ‘boom’, and the ground was smashed into a massive deep pit, with earth and rocks splashing everywhere.

Many Zuma demons couldn’t dodge in time and were smashed into a bloody mess by the giant stone, their severed limbs scattered across the ground.

“This…”

Peter, who had been so imposing just a moment ago, instantly deflated.

How could the opponent be so strong!

The boulder he had just thrown was with all his might!

Lin Mo himself hadn’t even appeared.

Just his mount, used for travel, easily neutralized his attack.

Then, how powerful would Lin Mo, inside the vehicle, be?

For a moment, Peter had a feeling.

That Chief Zuma was an indescribable and unseen existence.

And Lin Mo, who had been rising in the rankings, was also an existence that commoners could not look at directly.

And his own status, in Lin Mo’s eyes, might just be that of a commoner.

Belonging to the lowest class in India, the “Dalits,” meaning “the trampled,” also known as “the untouchables.”

Now.

His thoughts had changed again.

Should he run away, or defect?

Because Peter felt that Chief Zuma might be very strong, but he was not human after all.

Not of my race, their hearts must be different.

Following him, he might be abused to death like an animal in the next second.

Defecting to Lin Mo might offer a greater chance of survival, and he could tell him the secret of caesar’s authority on Mount Olympus.

He would also be atoning for his sins through meritorious service.

Even if Lin Mo couldn’t defeat Chief Zuma, persuading him to leave would still make him a meritorious official.

Anyway, all the people from Dragon Country he knew were cowardly, timid, afraid of trouble, and surprisingly easy to talk to.

Presumably.

This Lin Mo was also such a person, right… “Hmm? Surrender?”

Lin Mo, sitting in the dragon palanquin blood phoenix, saw the giant bear actively tearing apart his allied helpers.

And he told him that Chief Zuma’s soldiers had two forms.

The first form was statues; if one looked at a statue for more than three seconds, one would also fall into petrification.

The second form was shattered statues, with Zuma demons emerging from within.

And Chief Zuma himself was in a superimposed state, between a statue and a physical body.

He himself was forced, which was why he worked for Chief Zuma.

Becoming a human traitor.

But now that Lin Mo had arrived, setting things right.

He naturally didn’t want to continue being a human traitor and was willing to pledge allegiance to the Eastern Human Emperor Lin Mo.

“I, Peter, have wandered for half my life… Today I finally meet the Eastern Human Emperor… I wish for foster father to take me in!”

“First serving in the Western camp, then defecting to Chief Zuma’s camp, and now setting things right and willing to acknowledge me as his foster father…”

Lin Mo clicked his tongue twice.

“This reminds me of an old acquaintance…”

“An old acquaintance?”

“You’ll probably meet him after you die.”

Half a sword sheath extended from the palanquin.

Clang—

A bloody sword qi sliced through the spatial folds, and the mountain body, a hundred meters from the palanquin, suddenly disintegrated into atomic dust.

“Hmm…”

Peter blinked, discovering a red line on his forehead, from which red moisture was seeping.

Before he could even check with his hand what had happened.

His entire body split directly into two… In Zuma Temple… Fewer than 5 Western Heavenly Chosen remained.

Originally, these 5 should have already died in this dungeon.

Saint Joan of Arc’s ten thousand arrows fell, covering most of the entire dungeon.

This way.

When the Zuma demons emerging from the statues touched the arrows, Joan of Arc, with her eyes closed, would sense their presence.

Relying on this cat-and-mouse method, they had temporarily survived in the dungeon.

However.

Their situation was now precarious.

A battle mage in front touched the boundary of the dungeon.

No road ahead.

One could say they had walked into a dead end.

“Didn’t you say that the Eastern powerhouse Lin Mo would save us?”

“I’m skeptical…”

“But he has already joined our Western team.”

“It should be soon.”

Among those in the death trap, someone asked Joan of Arc why Lin Mo hadn’t appeared yet.

Some people sighed.

“Forget it, don’t count on Lin Mo.”

“As an Eastern representative, what obligation does Lin Mo have to save us Westerners?”

“Considering all the terrible things our West has done, it’s already good enough that he’s not kicking us when we’re down.”

“Back when the West rose, Lord Hades forcibly opened the national destiny and siphoned off countless fortunes from the East.”

“The Industrial Revolution, the triangular trade, the colonization of the New World, and the invasion of the East, selling drugs, incorporating them into colonies, signing unequal treaties with them…”

“We are now deeply sinful and deserve to die…”