“Mr. Johnson, if we just hand him over like that, what if he kills Lucien straight away? Won’t Elric become the great demon lord?” Moros didn’t quite understand William’s point.
“A great demon lord?” William asked nonchalantly. “Is that something formidable? Have you seen one?”
Ah!
Moros suddenly realized.
Right!
What great demon lord?
This was all just speculation by William and others.
And how formidable could this so-called great demon lord be?
Could he withstand a slap from William?
Thinking this, Moros suddenly felt no pressure at all.
Lucien was just a hot potato.
He didn’t really know how formidable the so-called great demon lord could be. Keeping Lucien by his side, if Odin just went ahead and killed Elric, turning Lucien into the great demon lord and then having him around…
It wasn’t that he lacked confidence in his own power; after all, anyone William called a great demon lord must have some strength.
Now that William had said as much, handing Lucien over to Poseidon wasn’t such a bad idea after all!
Let him handle it as he pleases.
If he wishes to kill, let him kill,if he wishes to imprison, then imprison. What does it have to do with me?
“Mr. Johnson, I understand. I’ll hand over Lucien to Poseidon right away,” Moros nodded with a knowing smile and then left.
William went back to cooking in the kitchen.
He knew Poseidon and the other high-ranking God-Kings all too well.
They were all just a bunch of fellows with nothing better to do, thinking of the world as a chessboard and mortals as pawns to play with.
Now they’re trying to scheme against him, are they courting death? .
With Poseidon’s little tricks, William could guess what he was up to.
“Since you want to play, let’s play big!” William murmured to himself while cooking fish.
If the God-Kings and Shapeshifters like to play, then he might as well join in the fun, since he’s bored anyway. It’s all about playing tricks, right?
William planned to play a big game with them.
Being indifferent to worldly affairs is one thing, but after finishing his games and lacking excitement, William naturally looked for something to do.
Since we’ve decided to play, let’s simply find a way to summon the Cosmic Entity, give it a good beating, and then break through the universe’s barrier to see what lies beyond.
…
Poseidon had no idea that his small action had triggered William’s urge to join in the fun.
He was still waiting for news from Moros.
After talking with William, Moros found Poseidon and brought Lucien along.
“Poseidon, this person is now yours!” Moros was generous, directly tossing Lucien to Poseidon.
Poseidon caught Lucien, looking at Moros in disbelief.
He still didn’t know what consequences Lucien’s death might bring, but he dared not let Lucien die.
Hadn’t Moros acted like he would rather die than hand him over just a while ago?
Why such a big change?
“What do you mean?”
Holding Lucien by the neck, Poseidon looked somewhat lost at Moros.
Moros laughed: “Didn’t you want this person? Here you go!”
Poseidon frowned: “Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill him?”
“Suit yourself! Kill him if you want! I’ll be watching.” Moros felt a sense of satisfaction, seeing Poseidon’s expression was more gratifying than beating him up.
Poseidon is shameless, actually using his avatar as his disciple in an attempt to secretly learn the power of spatial laws from him.
Now, seeing him utterly bewildered and at a loss, it feels quite satisfying.
Poseidon took a deep breath and asked, “Is this what William wants?”
“What else?” Moros laughed triumphantly.
Making a high-ranking God-King suffer a setback was such a delightful thing.
He probably also knew why Poseidon dared not seriously harm him.
Wasn’t it because of William?
Back in the day, William’s reputation was enough to give the high-ranking God-Kings a headache.
Moros had personally witnessed Mr. Johnson kicking Zeus thousands of miles away.
Poseidon had it even worse, beaten by Mr. Johnson until he was black and blue, without being able to retaliate at all.
What high-ranking God-King?
In front of the mighty William, they’re just children.
Poseidon clenched his teeth in frustration, glaring at Moros, finding his laughter particularly irritating.
It was reminiscent of William…
But now, he really didn’t dare to make a move!
“Did William say anything else?” Poseidon managed to suppress the urge to beat up Moros.
“Mr. Johnson said, the person is now yours. Whatever you want to do with him, it’s none of my business,” Moros’s smile grew even wider.
Indeed, such matters should still be consulted with Mr. Johnson.
Why bother fighting with someone like Poseidon?
Unable to win a fight, and it’s much more satisfying like this anyway.
Poseidon clearly dislikes him, yet he dares not touch him.
Hand over the person? Just give him the hot potato, why keep it?
Poseidon really didn’t understand William’s intentions, but now the person was handed over to him, what next?
He made such a big fuss earlier, deliberately letting the deities of witchcraft attack him, creating a spectacle to catch William’s attention, hoping William would take over Lucien in the end.
Now, Moros just handed the person over directly.
Damn, how is he supposed to play this?
Kill him?
Seems like that’s not an good option!
But keeping him around, what if Odin directly takes out Elric? Wouldn’t he then have to face a fully formed great demon lord by himself?
Why does it feel like he’s trapped himself?
Now to say he doesn’t want Lucien anymore?
Hmm!
Seems like he can’t afford to lose face like that!
A high-ranking God-King, coming to Moros to ask for a person, and now that Moros has handed him over, he says he doesn’t want him?
Wouldn’t that be laughable if word got out?
For a high-ranking God-King, reputation is still very important.
“Right, Delmar, do you still want to learn the power of spatial laws? If you want, I can teach you,” Moros has become clever now, unable to win in a fight, so he resorts to verbal jabs!
Spending time with William, he has acquired this skill.
Hearing the name Delmar, Poseidon’s face turned iron blue with anger, secretly transmitting, “Are you trying to force me to kill you?!”
Each clone is essentially an independent individual, and Delmar’s principles might differ from Poseidon’s, but in the end, Delmar is a part of Poseidon’s being.
The matter of Delmar taking Moros as a master, even if Poseidon knew about it, he couldn’t stop it. Now that Poseidon’s complete form has personally arrived, Delmar naturally disappeared.
But the things Delmar did were just too embarrassing.
To steal learn Moros’s power of spatial laws, he actually took him as a master, and due to the ranking of strength, ended up behind Zoey, having to treat Moros with utmost respect…
What is all this?
If word gets out, where would Poseidon put his face?
Moros also knew not to go too far, truly sensing the murderous intent from Poseidon.
Really angering a high-ranking God-King could have serious consequences.
In the end, Moros just smiled, “If you don’t want to learn, let it be. Why get so angry?”
Poseidon snorted coldly, carrying Lucien and quickly flew away, with Lucien completely baffled, not knowing what happened.
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