Panlong, magnetic field rotation

Chapter 129 Ouf's Winning Over

The sacred mountain of the dead, covered in white bones, is permeated with a chilling aura of death.

"I was lucky, I only needed to teleport once."

Boteer surveyed the surroundings, smiled with satisfaction. This place was relatively close to Lynn's palace, so there was no need to waste time teleporting back and forth multiple times.

As he took flight, he unleashed the power of the fire-elemental god to investigate.

"Hmm... Lynn's main god avatar isn't here... Oh well, it's all the same."

Inside a room deep within the main god's palace in the Ghost Mountains.

The magic circle activated and shone brightly. Lynn's lightning-type divine clone immediately understood that some main god was covering the power of a main god. Sure enough, the next second, a somewhat unfamiliar voice rang in his mind.

“Lynn…I am Boter…”

Before long, Boteer, dressed in a long red robe, walked into the main hall of the Ghost God with a smile.

In the reception hall.

Lynn invited him to sit down, and two elven maids served him tea and water, standing behind him with smiles on their faces.

The two chatted casually for a few minutes, then the game of chess began, and each made their move. Two months passed in the blink of an eye.

"Pap~"

Boteer gently placed a red flag in the box, shook his head and sighed, "I lost."

Looking closely at the chessboard, the two sides appear to be exchanging moves and moving in a complex and intertwined manner. However, if you step outside the perspective of the players involved, you will find yourselves drawn into a trap from the very beginning. It can be described as a calculated and cunning move.

Bötter said with a wry smile, "Lynn, you really don't hold back at all."

Lynn smiled but said nothing.

Boteer picked up his teacup, took a sip, and began to get down to business, "Lord Auf said you can go to the Celestial Realm for exchanges when you have time..."

His words, both overt and covert, hinted at the various benefits of aligning oneself with the master of fate, and expressed envy that Lynn could gain Lord Of's favor.

"This Ouf is really proactive. He's got that kind of personality that's always eager to get stronger. He doesn't miss any opportunity."

Lynn sighed inwardly, realizing that this master of fate was clearly interested in the trump card of his amplification power.

However, Auf is still a decent person who cares about his image, and through Bötzer's words, he emphasizes that this is not a one-sided freebie.

If Lynn is willing to hand it over, he can also share some of his research findings.

If Lynn were to join the Celestial Alliance, that would be even better; he would be warmly welcomed. As for the Death Lord, Auf could help smooth things over.

Lynn thought to herself, "I don't believe you for a second."

He politely declined, saying, "Go back and tell Lord Auf that I have no such intention."

He does indeed have a trump card—the power of magnetic fields.

But this is a special talent that comes with being reborn, and no one else can copy it. How can I communicate with Orf? I can only refuse.

Boteer looked surprised and frowned, seemingly taken aback by the reply. He patiently advised, "Lynn, being valued by the Lord of Fate is a stroke of luck for us low-ranking gods. I suggest you think it over carefully."

As he spoke, seemingly trying to be more persuasive, he smiled and asked in return, "I've heard that the Lord of Death has quite a temper and has driven away several gods born in the underworld. The Lord of Fate is different; he's kind and polite, and it's much more comfortable working for someone like him."

"This guy is quite loyal to Of..."

Lynn thought to himself that within the range of his magnetic field power, the person sitting in front of him, Bote'er, was as hot as the sun, radiating a strong life aura.

Compared to this, the magnetic field of an ordinary high-ranking god is as insignificant as a tiny candle flame.

When discussing the power of fate, Böttér displayed a very positive emotional state, indicating that he was not lying.

Lynn, however, disagreed, thinking, "This is the difference that comes from comparison..."

There are only eleven true rulers in total.

The Four Divine Beasts are a special small group, extremely specialized, and not even capable of using three special moves. They rely entirely on a single combined divine power to hold their own, and their strength is extremely unstable. Therefore, no sane god would ever join them.

The rulers worth pledging to are obvious: the four rule rulers and the lightning ruler. Among them, the two with the best tempers are Fate and Life.

The Lord of Destruction always has a cold face, the Lord of Death is unpredictable, and the Lord of Lightning is short-tempered. Compared to these, the Lord of Fate, with his stable personality and gentle and polite manner, stands out very well.

"Sigh, you didn't know how to cherish such a good opportunity."

Bo Tie'er left somewhat unhappily, looking at him with a "you'll regret this" expression.

Lynn sighed, it seemed that Bötter was taking the task assigned by Auf very seriously, was this the power of treating people with respect?

……

Bötter returned to the Celestial Realm with a sour expression. He went to the garden on the floating island and found Auf. He relayed Lynn's words, "That Lynn really doesn't know what's good for him."

Auf smiled slightly and said casually, "Never mind, since Lynn is unwilling, there's no need to force him."

Thinking of Bote'er's unpretentious attitude, he calmly said, "After all, he has two mid-level main god avatars. When he unleashes his power, it is close to that of a ruler. It is normal for him to be arrogant."

His attempt to win over Lynn failed, which was within the possibility he had anticipated.

Finally, Auf lightly touched his forehead, condensing information into a wisp of white light and handed it to Botie'er, "I'm sorry to have troubled you to make this trip yourself. This is my research on the essence of a fire-type divine beast."

This was just a small part of his massive experiments that wasn't very helpful to him, so he could use it as a reward to win people's hearts.

Although Auf was not interested in power, he wanted to do his research more easily, with some loyal gods around him, so he could gather ideas and inspiration from them.

This also includes the idea of ​​weakening other planes and gaining an advantage in the interplane wars prescribed by the Supreme God.

A lower-level god can recruit two god messengers. As long as more can be recruited and their numbers are accumulated and gathered in the celestial camp, this advantage will snowball.

Boteer felt a warmth in his heart and thanked him, saying, "Thank you, Lord Auf."

What lower-ranking gods need most is respect.

Of all these rulers, only the ruler of fate treats people the most comfortably, and will not put on airs or lose his temper at the drop of a hat.

He absorbed and digested this ray of light...

A subtle spark of inspiration ignited within the sea of ​​her soul, and Boteer smiled with some delight: "As expected of Lord Auf's research, it has indeed given me a glimpse into the mysteries of the fire elemental laws. Although it's not enough to break through, it can certainly increase the power of my moves by fifty percent."

Reaching the level of a main god makes it incredibly difficult to become stronger. Even if Bötzer himself had worked for tens of millions of years, he would have had a hard time achieving this. And that was based on his dedication to various research projects. In reality, he simply didn't have that kind of patience.

Ouf laughed and said, "Alright, go back and digest this properly."

Boteer left happily, and he even invited several lower-ranking gods he was on good terms with to a gathering to show off, such as Manru, the lower-ranking god of the earth element, and Inas, the lower-ranking god of the fire element.

Damon, a lower-ranking god of the dark element.

Yanshen Mountain in the south of heaven.

A majestic and imposing fire-attribute mountain range, when viewed from afar, resembles a lurking crimson dragon lying between heaven and earth.

Its mountain is crimson red like flames, with jagged rocks, as if it had been forged by fire for countless years, hard and radiating a blazing light.

At the mountain peak, fiery clouds often swirl around, seemingly drawn by the fiery energy of the mountains, lingering for a long time.

As the gale howled past, a series of deep rumbling sounds came from the depths of the mountains, like the roar of surging flames from the earth's core.

The plants growing on the edge of the mountains also had fiery colors, and their leaves shimmered with a strange luster, as if they were about to burst into flames at any moment.

At the summit of the mountain stood a magnificent palace, its gold and red hues towering high.

The main hall is built with crimson bricks and stones interspersed with orange-yellow patterns, like a burning sunset frozen on the walls. The surface of the bricks and stones faintly glows, as if flames are dancing within them.

The spacious hall was magnificent, with a very high dome adorned with colorful murals.

Accompanied by melodious and stirring music, the songstresses gracefully appeared on stage in gorgeous dance dresses.

Their dance skirts are rich in color, including fiery red, bright yellow, and deep blue, with the hem fluttering like flowers. Every spin and every leap is full of agility and vitality.

Their voices were clear and melodious, like the song of a nightingale, yet also carried a fiery passion, praising the greatness and glory of God.

The gods on the stage clinked glasses, chatted and laughed, and the table was laden with a dazzling array of delicacies.

Manru looked at Bötter with envy and said sourly, "Lord Auf is really generous. You are also lucky. You only have to make a trip to the Underworld to receive a reward."

Damon held the golden goblet and swirled it gently, saying with some regret, "If only I had sided with the Lord of Fate back then."

Boteer nodded smugly and laughed, "Yes, Lord Auf is very kind to us lower-level gods."

Being envied by the other gods made him feel a little smug and extremely happy, further confirming that siding with the Lord of Fate was the right choice.

Inas said with a wry smile, "I'm in trouble. I've run into a ruler with a bad temper."

Boteer chuckled and teased, "Although the Thunder Ruler has a bad temper, he has an additional lower-level god avatar, so his potential is enormous."

Inas chuckled, seemingly mocking, "Potential? Which of us gods has little potential? Who doesn't have the power of faith? Do you think we can all reach the Great Perfection?"

"That's not all. The key issue is that this ruler is narrow-minded. He takes out his anger on us lower-level gods after he was humiliated in the underworld, scolding us for not being proactive enough in collecting faith."

Inas grumbled and complained bitterly, and the other gods dared not respond. After all, they were discussing a ruler, and if these words were leaked, it would definitely cause a lot of trouble.

Bötter's eyes lit up, and she invited, "Why don't you come to the Celestial Realm, Inas? I can introduce you to Lord Auf!"

Inas was tempted by the words, but hesitated for a moment. He was worried about Hurley's revenge and whether the Lord of Fate could protect him.

After all, it is unknown how much strength the rulers have hidden in private. On the surface, although Auf has obtained the supreme artifact of destiny, it is a soul defense type that does not add offensive power. His advantage is the Great Perfection and various powerful moves he has researched. Hurley, on the other hand, simply and directly has more willpower, which enhances all aspects tenfold. Overall, he is still ten times worse than Auf.

"……forget it."

Inas weighed the pros and cons and decided to give up, expressing his concerns.

"The Thunder Lord has a bad temper, but I can barely tolerate it. If I betray him, I'll be hated. I dare not gamble that the Fate Lord can protect me 100%."

Boteer was a little disappointed. If he had succeeded in recruiting them, it would have been a great achievement for him. He just smiled and said, "You've thought it through carefully. Let's wait for another opportunity."

As the group drank and enjoyed the delicacies, the conversation gradually turned to other gods, such as Lynn.

Inas laughed and said, "I think this Ghost God has quite the ambition, daring to challenge the Overlord head-on."

Manru said jealously, "Who told him to have an extra avatar of a main god? Of course he's different from us lower-level main gods."

Inas took a sip of his drink, caught his breath, and couldn't help but complain, "This is all the result of the Thunder Lord's machinations. I don't know what he was thinking when he made that stupid move that killed Altem and made Lynn the biggest winner."

Speaking of this, the main gods couldn't help but chuckle. Now this matter has become an indelible stain on Hurley's record, as he indirectly made Lynn the number one person under the ruler.

Manru's smile faded, and he kindly reminded her, "You should say less; the ruler is not someone we can speak of lightly."

Although Inas was in high spirits and drank a few extra cups of wine, he was, after all, a chief god, and ordinary wine would not make him drunk.

He was also someone who listened to advice and stopped talking about Hurley.

After the dinner party...

Inas returned to the plane of the lightning gods and unleashed the power of the chief god...

He discovered that several of the main gods were not present.

"My Lord, I have already sent people to search for the Fire God Plane."

Inside the main god's palace.

Hurley was fiddling with a large number of items that had been handed over through various channels and were suspected to be tokens of the Supreme God. Sensing Inas's divine sense, he remained expressionless and calmly instructed, "Alright, from now on, try to stay in the Fire God Plane as much as possible. If you have any news about tokens of the Supreme God, notify me immediately!"

Inas was not annoyed but rather pleased; he was already annoyed by Hurley's difficult nature! It was good to have a reasonable excuse to get away from him.

"Yes."

Fearing that Hurley might change his mind, Inas immediately turned back to the teleportation array and headed to the Fire God Plane.

"...It's all fake!"

Hurley violently crushed a large pile of so-called treasures, his face as cold as an iceberg.

"Leonard!"

A young man walked out from behind the empty hall.

He was tall and strong, with firm and powerful muscles.

Her short, silver-blue hair was distinct, like bursts of lightning; her eyes were azure, cold and sharp like thunder; and beneath her high nose bridge, her thin lips had a resolute shape.

He wore a long, flowing black robe embroidered with a coiled thunder dragon in platinum thread, exuding a majestic aura.

A wide belt with black and gold trim, inlaid with a purple lightning-like crystal, was tied around her waist. A short, dark cloak, its edges shimmering with silver light, was draped over her shoulders.

He wore black leather gloves with subtle, flowing patterns on his hands.

She wore a pair of black boots with silver plates covering the uppers, simple yet powerful.

(End of this chapter)