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Chapter 496 The Entity of a True God? The entire universe is in an uproar!

Protoss Natural Starfield, Frontline.

The battle cries shook the heavens as countless beings, from gods beyond gods to celestial venerables, defended the fortresses on the front lines, repelling the endless assaults of the Cleansers.

The Silver Cleaners often lead three hundred Bronze Cleaners in battle formations, which in turn form a Cleaner Legion, launching wave after wave of terrifying attacks.

In addition, there are Silver Cleaners or Bronze Cleaners roaming the battlefield, reaping the lives of extraordinary gods.

As far as the eye could see, there was only the explosive power of the secret union, which transformed into a sea of ​​five colors. However, this sea was extremely dangerous. Even a god who stepped into it would be instantly pulverized.

There were also fragments of secret treasures scattered everywhere, countless sealed artifacts shattered, and countless corpses of spirit beings.

They were scattered throughout the battlefield.

More numerous were the fallen Cleaners, their mangled corpses, whether Silver or Bronze Cleaners, scattered across the battlefield.

At this point, the unknown "Compact Star Cluster" and "Hyperdimensional Primal" came into play. They were both warriors and battlefield cleaners, constantly absorbing the armor and weapons of the cleaners and transporting them back to the City of Gold Convergence.

Behind the battlefield, many extraordinary gods and unknown beings were teleported there. This teleportation was obviously impossible to detect. They seemed to appear out of thin air, but in reality, they were teleported through the eternal space of the silver universe.

As for the Cleaners, they kept arriving from the depths of the Protoss Aether sector. These Silver and Bronze Cleaners seemed endless, and no one knew how they came to be.

In a seemingly empty void, the gourmet lowered his hand that had lifted the curtain, withdrew his gaze from the front lines, and turned his head away.

This is a tent, erected by the entity "Wilderness Survival Expert" of the Entity Redemption Society, hidden in the void. With the addition of the mysterious concealment potion of the First Entity "Pharmacist", no one can discover it unless a being of the rank of a true god comes.

The center of the tent was filled with enticing steam, accompanied by a gurgling sound.

It turned out to be a huge copper pot, with spring water boiling and bubbling inside, filled with fragrant spices such as scallions and tender ginger, as well as ingredients such as beef, tofu, cabbage, chicken wings, slices of pork belly, and handmade meatballs.

The bard, the chief of all poisons, the commentator, the clown, the puppet master, the fanatical tomb raider—and other entities of the Entity Redemption Society all sat around the pot. Some entities rubbed their hands together, looking expectant, while others frowned, appearing preoccupied.

As for the First Physical Pharmacist, he sat at the very head of the table, clearly the most respected among the physical beings in terms of both status and position.

The storyteller was unusually absent, but the entities weren't surprised, as they knew he had been following the Paradox Joker recently, though they didn't know why.

"After this meal, we'll head to the front lines. Our only objective is to break up the recently swelled Cleanup Legion, giving our brothers at the front at least half a day to catch their breath. Then, those who need to rotate shifts will do so, and those who need to rest will rest. Understand?"

The pharmacist spoke at this moment. Although his voice was calm, it exuded authority. The entities nodded repeatedly, behaving as obediently as chicks in front of this first entity.

The gourmet then sat down to the left of the apothecary. It seemed that, even without the story teller present, his strength was surprisingly ranked third in the Physical Redemption Society.

"The Wall of Flesh and Blood and the Endless Void have not dared to show themselves recently, probably because the nine great gods have returned one after another. They also understand that, given their allegiance to the Cleaners, if they show themselves, they will probably be crushed by the nine great gods, along with the erasure of the corresponding rules, and they will not even be able to be resurrected."

The gourmet pondered for a moment before speaking, then continued, "However, that House of Imagination, it actually—"

The bard sighed, "We didn't expect this either. Come to think of it, if the House of Imagination had really gone all out, could they have wiped us all out before, even when the boss wasn't around?"

The pharmacist smiled slightly and said, "Very likely. It was so well hidden that it even fooled me."

The commentator then mustered his courage and asked, "Boss, do you know how the House of Imagination came about?"

The pharmacist shook his head: "I don't know. The birth of each of us is unique. Therefore, it is difficult to figure out the origin of something as mysterious as the House of Imagination. The only thing that is certain is that its strength is almost catching up with mine."

Upon hearing this, all the entities gasped in shock. Although they had previously speculated about the strength of the House of Imagination, it was a different story now that their leader had personally confirmed it.

The apothecary—in some aspects, he is no less than a true god, and he is on equal footing with the nine true gods. His words carry great weight.

Although they were all members of the physical Redemption Society, the bards and gourmets knew that they were not on the same level as the apothecaries at all.

Suddenly, the pharmacist seemed to remember something and asked, "Didn't you guys try to recruit someone called—the Glutton? You even said he was about to transform into a Celestial Venerable-level entity, so why haven't we seen him yet?"

The physical body of the Celestial Venerable is also suspected of having mastered the offensive rule of "Gluttony." If this is true, it would be of great help to the extraordinary faction. Therefore, the pharmacist is also extremely concerned about this.

On the other hand, since Gluttony had already joined the Entity Redemption Society, and now that his leader had personally come out of seclusion, Gluttony didn't even come to pay his respects, which made him quite displeased.

Although pharmacists don't really care about this, rules still need to be in place; without rules, many things would fall apart.

In fact, the pharmacist had secretly prepared an expensive gift for the meeting, but since the Glutton had not shown up, he was at a loss.

Upon hearing the question from his leader, the bard shook his head first: "I don't know. I don't seem to have much of a relationship with Lord Gluttony, but I haven't seen him show up recently."

The fanatical tomb raider and Veronica, the Poison Patriarch, each had their own agendas. They were the only two members of the Physical Redemption Society who knew about the relationship between Lord Gluttony and Shafa. To be precise, they both knew that Shafa was Lord Gluttony's only junior in the real world.

However, Xia Fa—or rather, Lord Absolute Attack—is now practically the number one person below Absolute Defense, which makes them afraid to say anything reckless.

On the other hand, neither the fanatical tomb raider nor the Poison Patriarch knew that the other knew, and they had never communicated in private.

Therefore, although they saw the pharmacist asking questions, they all tacitly chose to keep quiet.

"Gluttony—who are you, really?"

The pharmacist murmured, his gaze suddenly becoming distant. After several seconds, he suddenly waved his hand: "Let's not worry about that for now. Let's eat first, and then we can fight this battle properly."

The pot was bubbling and boiling, and the aroma of the food was incredibly tempting.

Today, the pharmacist personally brought out ancient-grade ingredients, and even the spring water was taken from the core spring of a certain extremely cold planet. Then, the gourmet personally cooked the meal.

While this certainly can't compare to the grand feast prepared by the [Nature Monarch], it's only for apothecaries who are qualified to dine at the same table as the nine great gods. For other beings, this clear broth hot pot is simply the most luxurious meal they've ever had in their lives.

Both the ingredients and the chefs are undoubtedly top-notch.

"Speaking of which, if it weren't for the Gold Cleaners lying in ambush, I could have dealt a heavy blow to those Silver and Bronze Cleaners. I'm just afraid of an ambush, but letting you escape first and stalling until one of the Nine Great Gods comes to the rescue shouldn't be a problem."

The pharmacist had already picked up his chopsticks, preparing to first take a slice of glistening, cooked pork belly, and said with a smile.

The entities all understood that although the leader was only a Celestial Venerable, because of the "potion" rules he mastered and because he was a physical being, he could not only exert the combat power of a true god, but sometimes he could also play a greater role than an ordinary true god.

For example, in areas such as treatment, escape, and defense.

So, the boss wasn't bragging when he said that.

The gourmet pondered, "Since Alm the Greatbow declared war, no Golden Cleanser has come in person, nor have the nine Great Gods shown up. I wonder if some kind of tacit agreement has been reached."

The bard chuckled, "How could that be? At first, neither we nor the opposing deities were able to spare a move. Now, the opposing side is simply afraid to show themselves because of Lord [Absolute Attack] and the other deities."

A hint of approval appeared on the pharmacist's aged face: "Not bad, it seems you have a clear understanding of the situation."

The puppeteer was stunned: "Huh? What do you mean?"

The apothecary smiled slightly and patiently explained, "Initially, when Alm the Greatbow declared war, it was wary of the Silver-White Judgment and therefore dared not easily appear on the front lines. It simply sent out Silver Cleaners and Bronze Cleaners to advance and quickly occupied the Protoss Aether and Protoss Boundless Starfields, pushing the battlefield into the Protoss Natural Starfield."

"Just as the Cleaners were about to continue their rampage, and the Golden Cleaners were preparing to join the battle, Lord [Absolute Defense] intervened, holding back more than thirty Golden Cleaners at once, along with [Paradox Clown] and [First History]..."

Together with the [Silver Universe], they found the golden slumbering place, isolating it from the aura of the true gods.

"In this way, the more than 10,000 Gold Cleaners will not be awakened, and the more than 30 active Gold Cleaners will be tied up. The situation on the battlefield has eased up a lot. We, the extraordinary beings, have also begun to build fortresses, send in a large number of reinforcements, and launch a joint defense."

"At that time, only Alm Greatbow and the Golden Cleanser, whose weapon was a giant axe, were left roaming outside. Alm Greatbow did not choose to attack the front lines, but instead chose to launch a sneak attack [First History]".

"As you all know, [First History] transformed into a barrier, enveloping the Golden Sleeping Land, while [Paradox Joker] waged a full-scale war against Alm Giantbow and the false gods."

"Then just a few days ago, the oldest gold cleaner, Julius, awoke and ambushed Lord Absolute Defense. He then launched an attack on our city of gold pound gathering, but was unexpectedly stopped by the suddenly appearing Absolute Attack."

"After that, it had one arm severed and its weapon stolen by [Absolute Attack], and that's how it ended up where it is now."

"so----"

The apothecary raised his head and looked at the group of entities listening attentively: "We extraordinary beings are indeed fortunate, because of this series of events, no Golden Cleansers have ever led an army to attack the Protoss Natural Starfield. As for now, they dare not do it even more. [Absolute Attack] may strike at any time, understand?"

Upon hearing this, the entities all showed expressions of sudden realization, and their worries lessened considerably.

This operation by the Physical Redemption Society was initiated by the apothecaries. They were indeed worried about the possibility of encountering the Golden Cleanser or even Julius suddenly appearing. However, after hearing their leader's detailed explanation, they were no longer too worried.

After all, the reputation of Lord Absolute Attack is now even greater than that of Lord Absolute Defense. Even Julius suffered a defeat at His hands. With Him as a figurehead, no one dares to come.

"Let's hold on for a few more days. After a few days, all nine righteous gods will be able to free up their forces. Except for [Nature Monarch] and [Supreme Law] who will stay behind to guard the rear, the other righteous gods will all be mobilized. At that time, we might be able to push back and reclaim the Protoss Ether Starfield and the Protoss Boundless Starfield."

The pharmacist smiled broadly, clearly optimistic, and continued, "As for the collective awakening of the Gold Cleaners a year from now, we'll see. Anyway..."

hum!

Suddenly, extremely chaotic fluctuations surged in the air, as if countless currents and telegrams swept across in an instant.

The pharmacist's chopsticks, which were about to touch the glistening, cooked pork belly slices, suddenly stopped inexplicably.

As for the other entities, they were all shocked. Then, the faces of the fanatical tomb raiders and other entities suddenly showed expressions of extreme surprise.

The next moment, on the right side of the hot pot, on an empty stool, a blurry figure, seemingly wrapped in a mosaic, appeared.

"Your Excellency the Glutton!"

The fanatical tomb raider shouted with joy. He was about to break through to the Quasi-Celestial Venerable level in the next few days and needed Lord Gluttony's help. He couldn't be happier to see Lord Gluttony appear.

When the other entities saw the glutton appear, they were also prepared to greet him happily, since they hadn't seen him for so long.

Suddenly, all the entities—whether they were bards, gourmets, the Patriarch of Ten Thousand Poisons, clowns, puppeteers, or anything else—were stunned.

With a clatter, a pair of chopsticks fell to the ground.

That was the apothecary. As the first entity, he was someone who could be on par with the nine great gods, yet at this moment, he was trembling so much that he couldn't even hold his chopsticks.

His old eyes were fixed on the extremely blurry figure, his expression a mix of excitement, fear, and shock.

"The entity of a true god?"

As the apothecary's trembling, aged voice rang out, the entities clearly sensed the supreme, majestic, and boundless aura of the true god's status slowly emanating from Lord Gluttony.