UGB Chapter 95 Ares, the God of War: Who dares to disturb me while I'm cleaning the toilet?
Chapter 95 Ares, the God of War: Who dares to disturb me while I'm cleaning the toilet?
Lin Fan's casual remark was the final verdict of death.
Several Iga Jonin who were still conscious felt a chill run through their bodies as they plunged into an endless hell.
Buried?
As fertilizer?
They even complained that they would pollute the groundwater?
"No! Don't!"
The leader of the Jonin's "Silent" psychological defenses was completely shattered, and for the first time, his usually expressionless face was contorted with extreme fear.
"We are Jonin from the Iga region of Japan! You can't treat us like this!"
"Kill us! Give us the dignity of a warrior!"
For assassins like them who walk in the shadows, death is not frightening.
What's truly terrifying is that it's disposed of in this way, like garbage, with not a single trace of its existence left behind.
This is a hundred times more humiliating and despairing than simply killing them!
"dignity?"
The head gardener scoffed, as if he had heard the most absurd thing in the world.
He walked up to "Silence" and gently patted his cheeks again and again with the hoe covered in fresh soil.
"You're talking to us about your rules on our turf?"
"Kid, have you lost your mind?"
"Remember this: here, the boss's word is the only rule."
"The boss says you're fertilizer, so you have to obediently rot in the ground and fatten up this land, understand?"
After saying that, he no longer bothered with "Silent's" desperate roar, and with a wave of his hand, he directed his men to start digging a pit.
The mercenaries were all full of energy and their movements were skillful and professional. Clearly, this kind of job of destroying corpses and covering up evidence was already commonplace for them.
Just as this group of professional "gardeners" were preparing to bury these human-shaped "fertilizers" on the spot, a clear sound of footsteps came from outside the gate of the courtyard house.
This time, the visitor seemed to have no intention of concealing their whereabouts.
In the courtyard, everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes toward the entrance.
Three white men dressed in ornate medieval robes and carrying strangely shaped staffs swaggered in.
The leader was an elderly man with gray hair, a hooked nose, and shrewdness and arrogance gleaming in his deep-set eyes.
His robes were embroidered with intricate and mysterious runes in gold thread, and a faint, ethereal magical energy swirled around him.
As soon as they entered the courtyard, they saw this bizarre and unparalleled scene.
A group of fierce-looking gardeners are preparing to bury several half-dead ninjas alive.
Nearby, a burly man dressed in tattered linen clothes was... scrubbing a toilet?
A handsome blond guy is... sweeping the floor?
Further away, twelve men clad in the most luxurious golden armor were gathered together... meditating?
What kind of weird place is this?
Is it a secret stronghold of some mysterious Eastern cult?
The old mage at the head of the group frowned and lightly tapped the ground with his staff.
An invisible wave of spiritual energy instantly spread out, attempting to probe the true nature of the courtyard.
However, the moment his mental energy left his body, it crashed into an invisible wall and was violently bounced back!
"Buzz!"
The old monk suffered a sharp pain in his head, his body swayed, and he almost lost his balance.
What a strong mental barrier!
He was deeply shaken, and the arrogance on his face diminished considerably, replaced by a profound solemnity.
He knew he had come to the right place this time.
The master who can set up such a terrifying barrier must possess unfathomable strength!
"Excuse me, who owns this place?"
The old monk cleared his throat and spoke in heavily accented Mandarin.
"We are from the Rosicrucian Order of Europe. My name is Merlin, and I am an Archmage. We sensed an unusually strong energy fluctuation here and have come to visit you. We mean you no harm."
Although he had lowered his stance, the air of authority that belonged to someone in a superior position remained unchanged in his words.
However, no one paid any attention to it in the courtyard.
The gardeners merely glanced at him coldly before continuing to wield their shovels.
Loki rolled his eyes and continued sweeping the fallen leaves.
The Gold Saints didn't even bother to lift their eyelids.
joke.
We just sent away one batch of fertilizer, and another batch is already arriving? And it looks even weaker than the last one.
These are minor characters, not worth their time; it would be beneath them.
Being so thoroughly ignored, the old mage who called himself Merlin blushed instantly, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
He was a big shot in Europe whose every move could shake the entire supernatural world; he had never been treated so coldly before.
The two young mages behind him looked furious.
"Teacher, these Asians are so rude!"
Merlin raised his hand to stop him, and pushed his own magic to its limit.
"Buzz—"
A massive pressure, filled with explosive fire elemental energy, erupted from his body and swept across the entire courtyard!
A scorching heat wave hit me, the air itself was distorted by the high temperature, and even breathing felt like being burned.
I'll say it again!
Merlin's voice was imbued with magic, so powerful it made one's eardrums ache.
"We need the owner of this place to come out and talk! Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite!"
He firmly believed that, faced with this overwhelming pressure that would make even dragons tremble, these impudent Easterners would surely kneel down and beg for mercy.
However, what he received was not a plea for mercy.
Instead, it was a roar filled with rage and impatience.
"What's all the noise about?! Can't God even clean the toilet in peace?!"
In the backyard, the burly man they had always assumed was a cleaner suddenly stood up.
He is Ares.
He had just scrubbed the toilet until it shone, and was basking in the ultimate pleasure of "cleansing his soul," preparing for the final polishing step.
As a result, we were interrupted by these flies that suddenly appeared.
This made him very unhappy.
I'm extremely, extremely, extremely annoyed!
He strode out of the backyard, carrying a still-dripping toilet brush.
He took a step, and the ground trembled slightly.
Then, a violent, bloody, and endlessly murderous divine power erupted like an ancient volcano awakening!
The fiery pressure released by Merlin was as fragile as a wisp of smoke in a gale before this divine might, and was instantly swept away without a trace.
"puff!"
The two young mages behind Merlin didn't even utter a sound. Their eyes rolled back, blood spurted from their mouths, and they knelt down on the ground, trembling like leaves.
Even Merlin himself lost all color in his face instantly, staggering back several steps before barely managing to stand firm!
The staff in his hand flashed with light, and a shield made of pure magic enveloped him, barely managing to withstand the terrifying pressure that seemed to crush his soul.
God...divine power? !
Merlin stared intently at the burly man holding a toilet brush, his eyes vacant and numb, yet radiating overwhelming divine power, his teeth chattering.
"Who...who are you?"
A living deity... scrubbing a toilet?!
What's wrong with this world?!
Ares simply too lazy to answer his question.
All he wants now is to get rid of these flies that are bothering him at work.
He whirled around, knelt on one knee before the figure on the recliner who seemed to be asleep, and, in an incredibly fervent and respectful tone, loudly requested permission:
"Sir! Another batch of inconsiderate trash has arrived, even noisier than the previous batch of fertilizer!"
"The energy fluctuations emanating from these people are beyond the capabilities of those gardeners!"
"Your subordinate Ares requests permission to go into battle! Clear the way for you, sir, and carry out my...cleaning duties!"
He held the toilet brush high in his hand, his eyes filled with eagerness for his work.
KPI!
My KPI is here!
Those gardeners stole the appetizers; now, it's finally my turn for the main course!
Lin Fan, who was on the recliner, couldn't sleep because of the noise.
He waved his hand irritably, without even opening his eyes, and mumbled something indistinctly.
"Go ahead, go ahead... finish this quickly."
"Don't splatter blood on the seedlings planted by those newbies; they'll be hard to wash off."