569 I Know That Being Your Friend Is A Good Thing
David and the other Wanderers scoured the battlefield, looking for the scales of the Majin King that had fallen off its body during its fight with Zion.
They only managed to get five pieces, but it was still a material that every blacksmith and Faction in Pangea would fight to the death to get.
Thirteen’s monster army also scavenged the lands, picking up the scales and transferring them inside Rocky’s Mobile Fortress.
He intended to monopolize the body of the Majin King since it was a treasure trove.
Its blood and flesh could strengthen Giga and the rest of his monster army, allowing them to become stronger.
As for the scales?
It would be given to his Father, so Gerald could craft weapons, and armor for their family.
Thirteen also planned to use the snake’s scales for a side project, which would become one of his trump cards.
While everyone was doing their best to gain as much as they could from this experience, the wails of a Death Bat, who was clinging to Thirteen’s leg, reverberated in the surroundings.
“You can’t do this to me, Thirteen!” Camazotz wailed. “You just can’t!”
“Calm down, Camazotz,” Thirteen replied.
“How can I calm down?” Camazotz cried bitterly. “My armor was destroyed trying to protect you! Have you no heart? Have you no remorse? Not only did that bastard Honey Badger eat the Majin King Core, but I also lost my armor. How can I accept this?!”
Thirteen sighed as he looked at the pitiful Death Bat, who had indeed fought bravely in order to protect him.
Since that was the case, how could he possibly shortchange Camazotz, despite always only doing things for profits and benefits?
“Don’t worry. It’s just an armor that reflects the enemy’s attacks,” Thirteen stated. “I will ask my father to craft you a much better armor with the Majin King’s Scales. It will be much more powerful than the armor you’ve used before.
“Just imagine this—an armor made from the scales of an Ancient Eight-Headed Serpent, which also has the ability to reflect your opponent’s attacks. Even if you are fighting against a Majin King, you will no longer have anything to fear.”
After hearing Thirteen’s words, the Death Bat stopped wailing and slowly propped himself up from the ground.
Camzotz then coughed lightly, as he rested his hand on Thirteen’s shoulder.
“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Camazotz asked as if he was the teenage boy’s best friend. “Um, how soon can this armor be forged? Do you need anything else to make it more powerful?”
The crocodile tears that had stained his face earlier were nowhere to be seen, replaced by a wide smile as if he had won the lottery.
“Well, since it’s going to be more powerful than your previous armor, we will need High-Grade Cores to make it stronger,” Thirteen replied. “Give me as many Cores as you have. Trust me—the more you give, the more powerful this armor will become.
“You will no longer have to fear Majin Kings. The only ones who can threaten your life are the Seven Fiends and the Seven Celestials of this world.”
The Death Bat, who bullied the weak and feared the strong, felt excited because he could already picture himself expanding his domain and moving unhindered over vast swaths of territory.
“Very well,” Camaztoz gave Thirteen a thumbs up. “I’ll give you all the cores I can spare. Make sure that the armor is absolutely amazing, okay?”
“Of course,” Thirteen replied. “The stronger you are, the stronger our Trinity will become, right?”
“Hahaha! You’re right, Thirteen. I know that being your friend is a good thing.” Camazotz was very pleased by this development. Although he was still a little salty because the Majin King Core didn’t fall into his hands, he would still be able to gain a lot from this experience because Thirteen promised him a strong armor that would allow him to face off against Majin Kings.
After promising to meet later, the Death Bat used his ring to return to the Order of the Apocalypse.
When the Death Bat was finally gone, Thirteen stopped enduring the exhaustion he was feeling, his knees hitting the ground.
He was doing his best to act confident and tough in front of Camazotz because he couldn’t show any weakness to the Death Bat, who treated him like some kind of spiritual pillar.
Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed hold of his body and made him lay on the ground.
Erica then rested Thirteen’s head on her lap and lightly tapped his cheeks with both of her hands. “Sleep,” Erica ordered. “Stop acting tough and just rest.”
“Yes, Mom,” Thirteen replied in a teasing tone before closing his eyes. freeweɓnovel.cm
Due to his exhaustion, he fell into sleep’s embrace in less than a minute.
Using Sun Wukong’s Divine Weapon was not a feat just anyone could do. The only reason why he was able to wield it was due to the fact that the Monkey King had given him permission to use Ruyi Jingu Bang.
The Divine Weapon had already returned to its rightful owner in the Celestial Realm, who was toasting Thirteen for a job well done. Unfortunately, the teenage boy could only use this weapon once.
The Monkey King would face severe punishment if he allowed Thirteen to use it a second time, and he didn’t want that to happen.
A Celestial Hero interfering in the affairs of Mortals was taboo. However, since Sun Wukong was the Great Sage, who was Heaven’s Equal, everyone was willing to turn a blind eye once.
Even Laplace Demon and The One decided to not pursue this matter at all.
As Thirteen slept in Erica’s lap, the hundreds of Wanderers who were traveling underground received a notification that their Second Mission had been successfully completed.
Cheers rang out because all of them received Adamantine-Grade Equipment, which was only a Rank lower than a Mythical Grade Equipment.
Also, these items were soul-bound to them, which meant that they were the only ones who could use them.
The only downside was that they couldn’t sell or trade it to others. But even so, they were still happy that they managed to gain something from this mission despite the fact that they didn’t do anything to receive such rewards.
Diana, who was leading everyone, looked at her status page with relief.
She didn’t know how it happened, but she was certain of one thing.
‘If it’s him, then it’s certainly possible,’ Diana thought as the image of the teenage boy, who had trained her and the members of the Hero Party, appeared inside her head.
Now that they no longer needed to hide, she once again led the Wanderers above ground in order to reunite with their leader, who was currently sleeping without a care in the world.