freeallnovels Chapter 3877 Stop fighting!
Chapter 3877 Stop fighting!
Chapter 3877 Stop fighting!
The "Prayers," disguised as hotel staff, flitted through the decorated banquet hall like beautiful butterflies among flowers.
Precious ingredients from different regions in the void were displayed in a dazzling array... Some of them were things that even the chief strategists of major powers would find difficult to see on their own dining tables.
Of course, most of the Void Immortals, especially the big shots, have already transcended the so-called desire for food... but there are still quite a few Void gourmets, even calling themselves "foodies," searching the entire Void for precious ingredients.
The gods of Asgard, dressed in their finest attire, entered the banquet hall through one of the side doors, led by a female employee—they didn't even realize it was a side door.
Because the banquet hall was simply too enormous—larger than the palace of the Titans!
The interior of this hotel clearly has a folded spatial structure... When the son of God, Vali, was browsing the hotel's infrastructure, he even saw a swimming pool... which was actually an endless deep sea.
"...Is it really Titan?"
In the enormous banquet hall, a giant wearing tattered armor was sitting casually in a corner!
The plates and bowls around the giant had piled up into a small mountain, and the employees of [Prayer] were busy serving the giant food!
Compared to him, General Boro, the god of the troll race, was not even an infant... The immense pressure was felt by all the children of the god, even from a great distance... It made their scalps tingle!
Fortunately, this hotel has a special rule that any guest who leaves their room will be in a state of "powerlessness".
But even if everyone is banned... this Titan can still crush people, right?
Aside from the Asgardian gods who were stunned upon their arrival, many eyes in the banquet hall were also focused on this Titan giant, who seemed to have just experienced a terrifying battle.
Titans are such rare beings in the Void... especially in the Mythology section.
However, due to the fact that they are all under lockdown, it is difficult to determine the true strength of this Titan. But the fact that Titans are said to reach the combat power of the "Radiant Moon" level once they reach adulthood is enough to make this Titan a fearsome figure.
"What are you looking at? You're disturbing my meal, I'll beat you to death!"
Perhaps feeling uncomfortable being stared at, the giant, who was drinking heavily, began to curse drunkenly.
The gazes that had been secretly observing from the vicinity quickly faded away.
The god-king Odin hurriedly led his sons of the gods away... Only then did he realize that it seemed that each or each group of guests was accompanied by a hotel employee ready to take orders.
Soon, the gods were led to a table laden with delicious food and wine—to the surprise of the gods, this was clearly a delicacy unique to the realm of Asgard.
“It seems each table is set up with a fixed number of people…” Heimdall, the Son of God, frowned. “Here, he’s entertaining immortals from four different factions, and he’s managed to prepare so many different delicacies in such a short time… The power of this shop is terrifying!”
“Yes, that Titan, I thought it was just a legend, I never thought it actually existed…” God’s Son Vali took a deep breath, “Wasn’t it said that the Titans were extinct after the New Gods? Where did this guy come from?”
The god-king Odin did not participate in the discussion among the sons of the gods. He simply observed the environment in the banquet hall silently... and the more he looked, the more alarmed he became!
He even recognized several guys who had once mingled in the third node of the [Primordial] – even when he wasn't injured and his strength had greatly diminished, they were all extremely troublesome opponents!
Clearly, it wasn't just the god-king Odin who recognized him... the other party recognized him immediately as well.
Even from a great distance, some people were raising their glasses in a gesture of respect.
The god-king Odin could only respond politely, making sure no one could see the current predicament of the Asgardian gods—after entering the banquet hall, the thought of wanting to prove himself that he had just made his grand entrance had almost completely vanished.
The children of God and several legion generals, especially the troll general Boro, looked like wilted eggplants, not daring to raise their heads even slightly.
"Father God...look! There's another layer here!"
It was the voice of a goddess, very beautiful... but after hearing the voices of brothers and sisters so many times, they just became so-so—though the gods still subconsciously looked in the direction the goddess was pointing!
The banquet hall was so enormous that they didn't even realize at first that there was an upper level!
The upper level was clearly a series of different rooms... The doors were closed, but outside each room, there were more than ten hotel staff members standing, ready to take orders at any time.
"Who is qualified to sit there..."
"Damn it, they just put us in the lobby..."
Looking at the group of indignant sons of the gods, the god-king Odin pondered for a moment, then beckoned to the female employee who was attending him, "Who are these people who came from up here?"
The female employee narrowed her eyes, thought for a moment, and said, "The VIPs on the second floor are all specially invited. We employees on the first floor are not qualified to know."
The god-king Odin frowned slightly... Who the hell is he targeting?
The young lady suddenly added, "But I think I just saw the angels of the Heavenly Kingdom go up."
The eyes of the god-king Odin narrowed slightly... The gods who were listening attentively were also slightly startled at this moment!
Heaven, the army of angels!
One of the most powerful forces in the Mythology faction... along with the Heavenly Court and the Void Spirit Mountain, it can be said to cover almost all known areas in the Mythology faction!
The Heavenly Angels Expeditionary Force was a force that even the most powerful beings in Asgard could only give way to!
"It's the Angel Legion..."
"It should just be a legion commander of the [Exusiai] rank, right?"
"It can't be one of those seraphim who are in power in Heaven. Don't scare yourself..."
The female employee smiled slightly and said, "I heard that person is named Lord Raguel!"
"!!"
The god-king Odin instinctively stood up abruptly... but then, realizing that this action was far too impolite, he gently sat down again.
The daughter of the gods, sitting closest to Odin, could clearly see a faint sheen of sweat on her father's forehead.
The gods were now restless... To them, facing this angel was like a young master of a city suddenly seeing the prime minister of a powerful empire.
"How about... we keep a low profile?"
"Hmm...actually, it's not a big deal if we don't go up to the second floor. This lobby is fine too, it's lively with lots of people!"
……
……
On the second floor, in a certain room... a unique atmosphere permeated the surroundings.
A group of angels sat at a long, luxurious rectangular dining table, and none of them looked particularly pleased.
"They actually used our precious [Prayers] as waiters... This is just too much!"
The dining table was large enough that the angels could easily spread their wings—and the one speaking was a handsome four-winged angel!
"What? Didn't you already know what the [Prayer] is ultimately used for?" Sitting opposite was a two-winged angel... but with golden wings.
"You!" The four-winged angel of power frowned. "Am I wrong? Of course, after all, the one you follow is already a servant of the [Shop]! If your own faith is someone else's servant, then you naturally don't care if the [Prayers] become servants."
"Oh dear, it seems a powerful angel will be reincarnating and undergoing trials today." The golden-winged angel suddenly let out a cold laugh.
"Heh, that's hard to say." The four-winged Archangel was not afraid at all.
The moment their eyes met, it was as if sparks flew between the two angels... The other angels, however, seemed unfazed and remained very quiet.
—When Lord Raguel died, huh?
Actually, Lord Raguel of the angels really wanted to die right now—he still hadn't recovered from the bad news of attending the banquet!
—Why me?
—Michael has misled me!! You yourself are afraid to face Joan of Arc, so you call me here to take the brunt of the lightning…
—Ah!
As for the conflict between the golden-winged angels and the powerful angels, it can actually be said to be a conflict that existed long ago between Joan of Arc's former Legion of the Holy Angels and the Angel Expeditionary Force.
Back when the Kingdom of Heaven sold out the Saint of Freedom, the Legion of Holy Angels was already being very accommodating by not immediately rebelling.
"Haha, everyone seems to be in high spirits!" [Raguel] quickly waved his hands, "Calm down, everyone. This is a banquet, don't let people laugh at us..."
"Lord Raguel, I want to have a Holy Light duel with it!" the Archangel coldly snorted. "Since it has long disliked me, and I don't want to sit with such a creature, let's settle this privately! You don't need to interfere!"
"Lord Raguel, it's not that I'm disrespecting you," the golden-winged angel said calmly, "but you know why the Saint of Freedom left Heaven. Some of these fellows still don't know how to be grateful and even try to humiliate us in secret... Do they really think the sword of our Holy Angel Legion can't cut through them?"
Having said that, the golden-winged angel, who was clearly even more hot-tempered, threw a silver goblet at the Angel of Power.
“Fuck it!!”
The liquor was spilled directly onto the Archangel's battle robe, and in an instant, the Archangel roared like a volcano that had been ignited!
In an instant, all the angels in the same row as this powerful angel stood up!
"We'll kill those white-winged bastards today!"
The golden-winged angel stomped one foot on the table.
Then they started throwing glasses, plates, and food at each other... followed by brawls, gouging out eyes, tearing out hearts, and tearing wings.
There's no other way; both sides are under a ban, so for those who have already really gotten into a fight, this kind of low-budget brawl is the only option.
[Raguel] picked up a piece of bread that looked quite delicious and hid to the side, sighing, "Go ahead and fight... as long as you don't kill him... wait, don't throw that plate of baked milk away, I haven't eaten it yet!"
Currently, there are only two entities capable of suppressing the Holy Angel Legion.
Archangel Michael, this is entirely a matter of authority.
Then there's Joan of Arc, who possesses terrifying dominance over the Legion of the Holy Angels.
But Joan of Arc will not be appearing tonight. When they arrived at the hotel, Raguel had already subtly inquired about this with Manager Hathaway.
So, Raguel was completely helpless... Who knows what Michael was thinking, actually letting him bring along the Holy Angel Legion?
It seems the most suitable person for this job would be that unlucky kid, Metanzo, who loves to watch the drama unfold—unfortunately, Metanzo has run away from home.
"Stop fighting!" [Raguel] successfully retrieved the plate of roasted milk. "Stop fighting!!"
……
Outside.
"...It's so lively inside, it sounds like there's a fight?"
The female employees looked at each other with their big eyes.
"Should we notify Manager Hathaway to handle this?"
"I should still go and let them know... but the manager also said that unless a VIP guest specifically requests it, we shouldn't disturb them..."
"So this is how angels fight..."
As former "Prayers," the ladies are certainly familiar with her—but now she really feels unfamiliar.
"I feel like I've fallen out of love!"
"Pshaw! What's so great about angels! Our boss is much better looking..."
"Something's wrong with you..."
"Let me tell you, last time the boss came to the hotel, I think he glanced at me from afar!!"
"...Is it possible that the boss actually glanced at everyone several times?"
Ah!!! Our friendship ends here today!!
"The boss gave me a pastry gift box last time, and I was planning to share it with you..."
"...You know, I value feelings the most! I'm a dog!!"
In short... whether it was the VIP room on the second floor or the main hall on the first floor, the banquet tonight was very lively.
……
Unlike the bustling banquet hall, the hotel's bar was much quieter—though there were still guests there.
Because the drinks are free tonight, which is one of the perks for the Lantern Festival.
Jinshi arrived early to reserve a spot—only to discover that John hadn't shown up at all.
Zhao Le, my drinking buddy whom I thought I'd be a good match last time, didn't show up... Instead, the quiet and reserved Chen Mingming did.
The newlyweds and the elderly at the shop were glaring at each other.
Jin Shi couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where's your partner?"
"Zhao Le went home to be with his sister."
Chen Mingming gave a nonchalant reply, and that was the end of it.
“So he did have a home…” Jin Shi paused, looking thoughtful, then shrugged and looked at the penguin-shaped bartender, saying, “Give me a strong drink… and give this kid a juice too!”
Yes, because it's free, did Kintoki bring the little devil with him?
I didn't see Black Soul Number 9, nor Number 18.
The shop's second Dark Souls team-building event only had two... half attendees.
(End of this chapter)