Once upon a time there was a greedy snake

"Join forces with you? You're not worthy!"

Casalon spat on the ground. He would never agree to such a thing. In accordance with the will of the God of Courage, since David Day was not dead, he would absolutely kill this beast.

"Even if it's your Seed of Creation... wait a minute?"

Before he could finish speaking, Casaloan suddenly froze.

"You mean, the Seed of Creation?"

"Yes, it comes from the seed of creation of the God of Life."

The inner voice responded.

“I can only sense that it has been planted, but not planted in the ground... Calm down, Casaloran, we’re in big trouble now.”

"If the Seed of Creation was taken away by that evil serpent, then we probably won't survive."

"Kasalorn?"

"Hmm? Are you listening?"

"Ok?"

……

The voice in his heart kept ringing, but Casaloran showed no sign of responding.

He just stared blankly at the large flowerpot placed next to the giant snake in the distance.

Chapter 265 Unity is strength

When Casaloran looked up at the enormous flowerpot again, he realized that things were starting to get complicated.

Casalon had also wondered how David Day would disgust him—whether he would use bizarre methods from the God of Destruction or continue to spew out his evil poison—he considered many possibilities, a thousand, even ten thousand possible outcomes.

But I never expected it to take this form.

"...Why don't you just plant that thing directly?"

Taking a deep breath, Casaloan asked David Day in return.

Casalon was well aware of the consequences of continuing the creation process; it would be a disaster for the entire planet, and even Casalon himself might die here. But in any case, it was only a possibility that he might die here. Casalon had attacked the World Tree before, and no matter how terrible the consequences were, they were still within his control.

But now...

"hiss……"

Casaloran's teeth, along with the wound on his chest, began to ache.

Even if a Seed of Creation planted on the ground grows to a great size, it will only be a World Tree that drains the planet's nutrients. But what a Seed of Creation planted in a flowerpot could grow is something he really dares not imagine.

In particular, when he saw from afar that the giant snake in the distance was trying to cut its scales and drip its blood into the flowerpot.

"...Let's unite, I agree."

Gritting his teeth, Casaloran finally made this difficult decision.

After all, the oracle of the God of Courage also said that one should help the weak. Now that David Day has lost the Seed of Creation, he has indeed become the weaker party. So it is not a problem for him to help David Day, and it does not count as going against the oracle of the God of Courage.

After all, David Day has disrupted the spiritual energy field near this planet, and he can't contact the God of Courage. As long as no new oracle is issued, he can just follow the old one.

"Besides, giving these local natives a trial can also help them build courage..."

Casaloran tried to rationalize the situation.

"But we need to be careful about the scale. It would be best to push David Day to the front so that when he falls, I can step in and be the savior... Wait a minute, does that actually seem like a viable option?"

It was at this moment that Casaloran suddenly realized that this matter seemed surprisingly feasible.

It was at this moment that a message came from David Day's consciousness once again.

"Are you plotting to harm me? I can sense your malice."

"How could that be? We're comrades now."

Casalon laughed out loud, cursing inwardly.

These damned Ignivas are far too perceptive. Before he could even formulate his plan, this damned David Day had already figured it out.

Fortunately, although he wasn't an Ignivas and didn't possess that innate level of consciousness, his extensive combat experience meant his perception was quite good. Even if someone was a hundred miles away, as long as they harbored murderous intent towards him, he could still sense it...

Are you also plotting to harm me?

Sensing the faint killing intent, Casaloran's brows furrowed sharply.

Is this how you ask me to cooperate?

"Also? You just said 'also,' right?"

David Day's consciousness returned once more.

"I was just bluffing, did you really want to get me killed?"

……

The Ignivas are truly despicable; they are a race more cunning than vipers.

Despite their inward rage, Casaloran outwardly maintained a calm and collected demeanor—and after this incident, they at least confirmed one thing: even if they were to cooperate, they would have to be extra cautious.

Just like now, when David Day suggested that the two sides should reunite, Casaloan immediately rejected the idea.

Indeed, the two sides combined would be even stronger, but how could Casaloran be sure that his chosen champions wouldn't be corrupted into something else by the war fortress brought by David Day?

When Casaloran suggested boosting the fighting strength of David Day's men, David Day naturally refused outright, considering the terrifying influence of the God of Courage.

Therefore, this so-called cooperation can only remain lip service for the time being. They can't even achieve the most basic mutual trust, so they really can't find any direction for cooperation.

"But in this collaboration, someone has to take the lead..."

At that moment, both David Day and Casaloan fell into deep thought.

Immediately afterwards, they all thought of the same possibility.

Since no one is willing to take the lead, why not just find someone who is willing to take the lead?

Although that might disrupt the plans of the two gods behind them, plans first need to be able to be carried out—now that the Seed of Creation, such a deadly weapon, has already fallen into the hands of that ancient serpent, it's no time to care about such trivial matters.

Moreover, the targets they bring in may not actually disrupt the two gods' plans.

After all, what that god wanted was completely different from what the two gods behind them wanted.

So, under Casaloron's instruction, the chosen champions performed their familiar rituals under the cover of night, while in the distant deep forests, David Day began his indescribable acts—and after the summoning was launched on both sides at the same time, consciousness finally appeared in their hearts.

The mere appearance of that consciousness was enough to give them an indescribable joy, making them want to immerse themselves in it.

Fortunately, Casaloan and David Day also had their own identities, and with a battle cry and a mouthful of mud, they both came back to their senses.

And that consciousness finally realized something was wrong.

"You who don't know how to enjoy life... what are you trying to do?"

"We are going to save the world."

Casaloan spoke with righteous indignation.

"Great God of Desire...Pleasure, our world is being ravaged by evil. The wicked serpent has even stolen terrible weapons of war, preparing to destroy our homeland."

"We need your messenger to slay that evil serpent and bring joy back to this land."

It was at this moment that David Day also spoke up.

"This is our home, and we want to make this planet a true paradise."

……

After a moment of silence, the consciousness sent another message.

Although the creatures here had previously rejected His gifts, since they persisted, He was willing to send messengers to try again.

Chapter 266 The Chosen One of the God of Pleasure

Three days later, butterflies fell from the sky in the camp of the chosen champions.

Although it looked like a butterfly just a moment ago, in the eyes of the chosen champions, the butterfly had transformed into a Valkyrie clad in armor the next second—just look at her strong muscles, thick arms, and pillar-like thighs; she was clearly a formidable warrior ready to fight.

The greatsword with the giant demon skull embedded in its back, in particular, captivated these chosen champions. They wished they could throw away their swords and draw that fierce-looking greatsword instead.

Until Casaloan stepped out of the crowd.

"Enough, do not tempt my warriors."

Casaloran blocked the warriors' view with his broad back.

"We are not your enemies."

As he watched the tall and mighty Valkyrie gradually transform into the shape of an eagle about to take flight, Casaloron began to sweat.

Things seemed to be more complicated than he had thought. Originally, he and David Day had only planned to bring over one of the messengers of the God of Desire to stand in front and distract the giant serpent, so that they would have time to snatch the flowerpot. Of course, they hadn't decided who would snatch the flowerpot yet, but as long as they could get it, they could deal with the division of the spoils later.

But looking at it now...

The god of desire seems to be taking this matter a little too seriously.

The Shadow of Enchantress—that is the name of the divine messenger. Few have ever seen this divine messenger, simply because her appearance is never constant—just like before, she was a butterfly before landing, a Valkyrie after landing, and now, right before his eyes, she has become a hawk.

It can become the form most desired by the observer; one could even say that its very existence is the embodiment of desire.

"You... tone it down."

Suppressing the urge to kneel before the eagle on the spot, Casalorn gritted his teeth.

"The god of pleasure should have given you a divine message; you should know the purpose of your visit."

The answer to Casaloran was a loud eagle's cry.

With just a single cry, Casaloron was already fired up, his face turning bright red, and even the veins bulging – which directly caused his newly healed wound to bleed a second time, and he fell backward.

Fortunately, by the time the soldiers rushed to the rescue, the eagle had already taken flight.

The eagle circled in the air for a while before flying away into the distance. After all, in its memory, it wasn't just Kassalon who made that request in the divine oracle from the god of pleasure.

In just a short while, the eagle had flown to the distant mountains and was flapping its wings, about to land.

But immediately, the eagle fell to the ground and transformed into a writhing form covered in mycelium and mud.

And around this wriggling form, more wriggling forms gathered around. Clearly, for these creepers belonging to the God of Life, finding new kindred spirits was a very happy thing.

But their happiness doesn't mean that the new kind they've found will be just as happy.

With a flash of dazzling silver light, these carpet walkers were all sliced ​​in half.

Even with half their bodies slid to the ground, these creeping creatures continued to twitch, and judging from the satisfied expressions on their distorted faces, they were clearly thinking of something blissful.

However, at that very moment, a loud shout came from the depths of the swamp.

"Is this how impolite the messenger of the god of pleasure is? He killed my soldiers without even a word?"

The writhing form did not answer, for it had now transformed into a snake coiled on the ground.

David Day, emerging from the swamp, was filled with hatred when he saw the snake. After all, he had been run over by the snake twice, and they were sworn enemies.

However, this also gave David Day an extra hobby.

That is, eating snakes.

David Day was almost unable to control his desire to rush forward and devour the snake alive—but he forcibly suppressed the urge to charge.

Simply because if he rushed up there, he would suffer the same fate as those creepers.

It directly stirs up the most primal desires of living beings; the stronger the desire, the stronger its power... Clearly, the God of Desire takes this matter very seriously, even dispatching his top general right from the start.

The Shadow of Pleasure, the most terrifying being under the command of the God of Pleasure, its appearance signifies the madness of a planet, and it has personally destroyed at least three planets.

It's not like he went to destroy it with a war fortress, but he destroyed it by his own hands. The difference in the value of that is like night and day.

"Oh no, has our plan gone wrong?"

Thinking of this, David Day couldn't help but resent Casaloron. It was all because this foolish barbarian from the ice plains didn't know how to cooperate, and even threatened to drag others in to take the fall. That's why they wanted to drag the God of Pleasure, who wasn't originally involved, into the mess as well.

As for whether it will affect the plans of the two gods... it shouldn't. After all, unlike the God of Tyranny and the God of Life, the God of Pleasure shouldn't have any need for this planet.

But now it seems...

This isn't just a lack of demand; it's a ruthless attack, even more so than by the gods of tyranny and life!