Warwick the Godfather of Terra

"Warwick is not a simple man, nor is he Luper, or the beast master."

"He's just a complete beast."

Chapter 34: Father's Instinct

The behemoth is the god on the continent of Terra.

Many years ago, the Great Yan True Dragon used the power of the entire country and the help of a giant beast to defeat other giant beasts, but he only drove the giant beasts out of the Yan Kingdom.

If the giant beasts had not been fighting each other, they would have been the masters of this land.

So, when these two words came out, although the four people present had already been prepared in their hearts, they were still shocked by the confirmed news.

“This is the image I drew based on His retelling.”

Mastema said as he pulled out a portrait.

In the portrait, there is a giant red wolf covered in the light of heaven, with a volcano erupting behind it emitting blazing flames, and a light called tyranny flashing in its ferocious eyes.

The army of tens of thousands of people in front of him was like an ant marching to carry food.

Under the stone gate that was not even a fraction of the size of his palm, the wooden artillery stones fired in the counterattack seemed so pale and powerless.

Like the peanuts a child throws when he sees an elephant.

“He told me that this was the image that flashed through His consciousness after Mr. Warwick’s violent wolf howl.”

Handing the picture to Wei Yanwu, Mostima nodded.

"This is the limit of the help I can provide. The fragment is also extremely terrified by this intact giant beast."

At this point, Mostima smiled bitterly.

"Even as I'm telling you, in my mind he's still urging me to leave. Even though Mr. Warwick isn't here.

He once said frankly that facing Mr. Warwick, he could not unleash any of his skills or powers because of the complete suppression of his position and the crushing of his absolute power.

Having said this, Mostima paused and pointed to the north.

That is the direction of Jiuhua Street.

"That daughter, the orphan of the Texas family, has the aura of the four wolf lords. Mr. Emperor already knows about it."

"But I received an even more terrifying message from the messenger stationed in Syracuse.

The team that went to encircle and suppress the orphans of Texas not only rented a large number of precious large firearms from the Holy See, but was also composed of elites from various families, all of whom were experts.

However, these elites armed with large firearms were attacked by a giant blue-black wolf and were killed to pieces.

There is really no trace of his body left, except for his clothes, nothing is left, it's like he has evaporated from the face of the earth."

Picking up a sausage, Mostima said as he ate.

“If the Vatican’s commissioner who was in contact with them had not discovered that the number of firearms did not match, they would not even have disclosed this matter internally.

The entire Syracuse was severely damaged by this incident, and the eldest daughter of the Saluzzo family, who was in charge of leading the team, was expelled from the family and issued an internal wanted order because of this incident. "

Although Mostima ate very elegantly, his speed was not slow at all. After finishing a sausage, he raised his head and looked at Wei Yanwu.

"Mr. Wei, do you have the confidence..."

Wei Yanwu shook his head.

"No."

"Not to mention, all of them will be destroyed, or even their bodies destroyed."

Looking at the scarlet body that looked like a god reaching up to the sky, Wei Yanwu silently picked it up and held it in his hand.

"Thank you very much, messenger from the Lateran Church."

Wei Yanwu leaned back on the sofa and looked directly into Mostima's eyes.

"I wonder if the messenger came to tell me this news because I need any service from you, Wei?"

At this moment, the master of Longmen regained his power.

"Nothing, it's just that my sister is coming to Longmen soon. I hope you can take care of her."

When saying this, Mostima deliberately glanced at the emperor.

The emperor nodded.

"rest assured."

The Rat King and Wei Yanwu looked at each other and nodded. The news brought by Mostima was of great importance.

"You guys talk about your own things, it's none of my business."

Lao Li stuffed his hands into his loose sleeves and huddled in the chair like a local tycoon in the capital.

He had no business in Longmen, and if Wei Yanwu hadn't come to him specifically this time and he was curious enough about Warwick himself, he would not have bothered to join in the fun.

"Then I'll take my leave. The Holy See still has tasks to do."

Mastema got the response she wanted, smiled again, nodded, and turned to leave.

There were four old lamps left in the room.

"So, why did this person come to Longmen?"

Wei Yanwu frowned. He still couldn't figure out why Warwick chose Longmen as his base.

"Wei Lao Er, you may be overthinking this."

Just then, the Rat King, who had been silent, spoke.

"There is another possibility. That is, this "He" just wanted to experience the sun and moon in the human world, so he respected the opinion of his so-called daughter and came to Longmen."

The Rat King boiled his cane, his voice slow but firm.

"daughter?"

Old Li was stunned.

"Yes, daughter."

The Rat King said this, looking at Wei Yanwu with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Wei Yanwu, you are not a father, you won't understand."

Wei Laoer's eyebrows jumped, but he couldn't deny it.

Indeed, although Wen Yue squeezes him every day, he still has no children of his own.

Half of it is because he can't have it, and the other half is because he doesn't want to have it.

He hadn't seen Huijie grow up yet, and he felt sorry for his deceased younger sister.

“Although I don’t know how many years He lived, I can sense His overwhelming sympathy and love for His child, an orphan from a Texas family.

It is just like the pets that children raise for the first time. Although they are not related by blood, they still regard it as the continuation of their lives. "

"Because to Him, we are nothing but dust and grass, insignificant dust, so He will not get along with us, so He wants to experience the taste of living in the world through this person."

The Rat King was quite sure.

His judgment at this time was no longer based on his many years as a gangster boss, but simply on his empathy as a father himself.

Of course, he had never considered that it was entirely possible that some otaku simply didn't know how to raise a child, so he had to stay away from it.

The people present looked at each other.

How do I answer this?

None of us have children, let alone Lao Wei. Now Sir Chen is still at odds with her.

You are great because you have a child, okay?

"You can think about it. Has this guy ever done anything big since he came to Longmen? He just had a fight with the old penguin, and that was because the old penguin was so mean as to tease someone else's child."

The Rat King said this, glaring at the Emperor.

The emperor acted as if he didn't see it.

Once you wear sunglasses, no one loves them.

“Moreover, since he came here, he has always shown a desire to get involved in the world and has never revealed any disgust towards the world.

This is the most active being of this level that we have come into contact with, even more active than the one in Yumen."

The Rat King raised his eyebrows and looked at Wei Yanwu.

"Aren't those who have left this world more terrifying than those who have entered this world?"

Chapter 35: Although I am a chess player, He is not a player! (End of Volume 1)

In a room in Simuitai in the capital city of Dayan, the deep snoring sounded like thunder. It was hard to imagine that such snoring came from the mouth of a graceful young girl with blue hair, a beautiful nose and a graceful figure.

Of course, it is not certain whether she is a girl or not.

Judging from the Taoist robe she was wearing, she might be a Taoist priest. However, the exposed shoulders and legs seemed a bit indecent.

The woman was lying on the desk with her limbs casually draped over the side. Judging from the papers and ink stains scattered all over the floor, it seemed that there had been a violent storm here last night.

"Ah, miamiamiamia..."

With a snort, the blue-haired woman turned over, turned her head to the side.

Although her eyes were closed, the thick eyelashes on her slightly trembling eyes showed that she should be awake.

Just too lazy to get up.

Twisting her waist, swaying her calves on the white porcelain pen holder, her elegant calves contrasting with the warm white porcelain, the blue-haired woman stretched out her hands and stretched hard.

"Boom!"

Then, with a muffled sound, something that she had been using as a pillow under her head was pushed out by her and fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

That was a wine gourd.

"Uh-huh?"

The feeling of a stiff neck made the blue-haired woman shiver and sit up quickly.

"The monk is so angry?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, a strong Chang'an Mandarin accent immediately broke the woman's gentle and charming appearance. She sounded like the third aunt who sells chili, garlic and lamb blood next door.

Perhaps it is precisely because the woman's voice is so gentle and pleasant that this contrast becomes even more obvious.

"Everyone, what's wrong?"

At this time, someone outside the door seemed to hear the noise in the house and asked.

"Mo, ah, cough, cough, it's okay."

Picking up the wine gourd on the ground, the woman subconsciously wanted to answer in Chang'an Mandarin, but then she suddenly remembered that she was in the capital, and she knocked her head with a wry smile.

"Hey, I've been begging all night, but I can't think of anything."

The woman sorted out the articles on the ground, piled them up and placed them on the table.

"What time is it now?"

Looking at the sunlight outside shining into the room through the cicada-wing bed, the woman asked.

This time, authentic Yan State Mandarin was used.

"Everyone, it's four quarters past the hour of Mao."

The voice outside the door paused, then continued.

"However, you have been drunk for a whole month. It is already September 23rd."

The woman was stunned at first, then smiled bitterly and shook her head.

She lowered her head and looked to the side, looking at the ink stains on the paper, and she felt a little headache.

It was the first time she drank such a strange wine. Although it tasted extremely poor, it could even be said that it was not wine at all, perhaps just some kind of blended alcoholic beverage, but the special taste surprised her.

She, who could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, felt drowsy after finishing a pot of wine. Taking advantage of the sleepiness, she finished what she had promised to do and then fell down, getting drunk.

Who would have thought that he would be drunk for a whole month.