The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Chapter 3609 You want revenge, but can you do it?
"It's not that they don't want to come, but fixed-point teleportation consumes a lot of energy, and can only teleport a maximum of five."

The voice of the Vulcan is majestic, like leaping flames, giving people an invisible sense of heat.

Even from a great distance, Lin Chen could feel the invisible heat emanating from Vulcan as he spoke.

This horrified Lin Chen immensely; it was simply too terrifying.

He was just speaking, and the entire space seemed to be ignited, ready to burst into flames and transform into a world of fire.

What would happen if they really went all out?

The Creation God sneered, "Oh right, I forgot about that. I'm very curious how the five of you obtained the first batch of teleportation slots here. I think each of you probably hopes to catch me with your own hands."

The water god's voice was so gentle that it was impossible to tell if he was male or female; the rippling water created a sense of quiet tranquility.

"Aside from the God of Space and the God of Time, who are essential members recognized by all of us, the remaining three of us were chosen by drawing lots, which means that the three of us were quite lucky."

The God of Creation's gaze swept over the few remaining members of the Withered Tree Clan: "What race are they? I've never seen them before?"

The entire body of the god of the underworld was shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to tell whether it was a person or a shadow.

His voice seemed to come from the void, giving people an extremely distant, heavy, and oppressive feeling.

"The Drywood Clan, a first-class servant race, joined the Celestial Realm long after you fled. We used them as bait to lure you out. Now that you have left the Black Hole, you probably can't go back."

The Creation God sneered, "It's not that your schemes are so brilliant, but I'm almost going crazy in the black hole, so I just wanted to take a gamble. Actually, I should have thought that a race might produce a few saints by chance, but how could such a large number of saints be produced without your manipulation?"

"Shall we take a gamble?"

The God of Space gestured with both hands in the air, and in the void, points of light appeared one after another, like stars being lit up. Then, purple rays of light appeared between the points of light, connecting all the points of light and weaving them into a large spatial array around the God of Creation.

"You lost your bet! You know why we're here. Why not just give in and grant our request? We can promise you that if you hand over your divine status, we can spare your life. You can choose a beautiful place to live out the rest of your days in peace."

The Creator God sneered, "You're dreaming if you think I'll bow down to you! If I wanted to bow down, I would have done so back then. Why would I wait until now?"

The Goddess of Time is a graceful and elegant woman in her twenties, and you can feel all sorts of qualities emanating from her.

For safety, Lin Chen kept a great distance, which meant he couldn't see them clearly. He also didn't dare to cast spells recklessly or spy on them in secret, since the gods, besides being powerful, also possessed all sorts of supernatural abilities.

If I were to use magic to spy on them, they might discover me and find me instantly.

He had concealed his Saint-level strength, enough to fool other Saints, and even the Deputy Minister of the Operations Department, Jia Ye, couldn't see through it. But Lin Chen dared not gamble that even the Heavenly Gods couldn't see through it.

If the gods discovered that I was a human but possessed the strength of a saint, and then conducted a closer inspection, my life would likely be over.

The god of the underworld advised, "Why do you have to do this? Haven't you suffered enough? You were imprisoned by us before, and although you managed to escape due to a great upheaval and hide in the black hole, we all know what kind of pain you have to endure to enter the black hole and stay in it for a long time. It is a great terror that can drive even the gods mad."

“We know you’re not reconciled and you want revenge, but think about it yourself, can you really do it?” “Don’t say that you’re only in your primordial spirit state now and are no match for any of us. Even if you were in your perfect state, you still wouldn’t be a match for us.”

"As for the abyssal demon race you created, it might be somewhat useful against these lower-level alien races, but do you think it will still be effective against the celestial gods?"

"Even if you possess hundreds or thousands of demon lords by devouring various worlds, so what? Before us, they are nothing but lambs to the slaughter."

"As long as we exist in this Celestial Realm, whatever your ideas may be, they will ultimately be impossible to realize."

"You can't refute what I'm saying, can you?"

The Creator God coldly said, "Now that I'm all in your hands, what's the point of saying all this?"

"Of course."

The God of Space laughed loudly, "Although you hate us, you should still be able to believe what we say if we swear a divine oath, right?"

The Creator God replied, "Believe, what? Are you saying that as long as I hand over my divine spark, you will spare my life and let me continue to eke out a living in the Celestial Realm?"

The God of Space replied, "You should know very well how we obtained our divine status and got to this point. Since you can never openly become a god again, why can't you accept your defeat more readily?"

"You yourself said that hiding in the black hole is driving you crazy. Are you prepared to continue to endure this pain endlessly?"

The Creator God laughed heartily: "Don't waste your breath. If I were willing to surrender to you and submit to you, I would have done so back then, instead of enduring until now."

"Although I am not a complete Celestial, my bones are much harder than yours."

The fire god was burning fiercely in the air, and its terrifying intensity made the hearts of the many saints below tremble so much that they almost stopped beating.

The Lord of the Burning Flames also wields fire, but compared to the God of Fire, his fire is like a tiny flame that can be extinguished with a single breath.

"Stop wasting your breath on him. I've already said it before, this guy is tough as nails. He'll never surrender. Same old routine, let's take him back and try all sorts of methods. We have plenty of time."

"As long as he's in our hands and things don't turn out like they did last time, he'll agree sooner or later."

The Water God smiled leisurely: "I support the Fire God's view. I don't think there's any need to be polite when dealing with the Creator God."

The God of Space sighed, "God of Creation, we used to have some connections. I really don't want to imprison you in the abyss of darkness any longer, making you suffer endless torment in the netherworld. Why do you have to do this?"

The God of Creation glanced around at the gods who were high above him, surrounding him, and his expression gradually turned mad.

"No, I have another option..."

(End of this chapter)