12dz Chapter 61 The God of War Collapses, and His Three Views Shattered to Pieces!
Chapter 61 The God of War Collapses, and His Three Views Shattered to Pieces!
Inside the courtyard, a bustling scene of labor was unfolding.
The twelve Gold Saints have fully accepted their new identity as "labor reform personnel".
The golden armor that once represented the pinnacle of combat power in the universe, now tattered and worn, was neatly folded and stacked in the corner, like a pile of expensive scrap metal.
They were all shirtless, revealing their tanned, muscular bodies, sweating profusely in the yard.
Mu, an Aries, is squatting in the corner with a small shovel, cleaning the moss from the cracks in the floor tiles.
His movements were extremely focused, and every scrape with the tip of the shovel was incredibly precise.
This is not like removing dirt, but more like polishing a sacred work of art, or wiping away the dust from one's own heart.
Aldebaran, a Taurus, has completely given up chopping wood with his bare hands.
He gripped the rusty axe, not very efficient, but with each powerful chop, feeling the resilience of the tearing wood fibers and the vibration transmitted back from the axe handle, he gained a profound and authentic understanding of pure "power" itself.
Virgo Shaka opened his golden eyes, which were said to be able to see through the three realms and six paths.
He didn't use any mental power; instead, he bent down and used his fingers to pull out the weeds in the vegetable garden one by one.
The fingertips touched the cool, damp soil, and felt the tenacious vitality of the weeds rooted in the earth.
His heart, which had always remained suspended in the "Alaya Consciousness" and untouched by worldly affairs, was gently touched by something called "reality".
The remaining Gold Saints were also working diligently in their respective "positions".
There were people sweeping the floor, wiping the windows, and even two people helping Fang Qingxue pick vegetables, their movements clumsy but exceptionally earnest.
They seem to have begun to enjoy this simple, unpretentious, and monotonous life.
On the other side, inside the outhouse.
Ares, the god of war, wielding a brush, is engaged in a fierce battle with a wooden toilet steeped in history.
He has vomited three times already.
My stomach is churning.
He swore that all the wars and bloody battles he had ever experienced in his life, combined, could not compare to the brutality of scrubbing this toilet in front of him.
That primal, life-deeply mysterious scent, emanating from the very top of his head, sent shivers down his spine, even from the depths of his soul, making this god who wielded the power of slaughter tremble.
"No... I can't give in..."
Ares kept scrolling and cheering himself on.
"I am the God of War! This little difficulty cannot defeat me!"
"Treat this toilet like Zeus's throne! Like the face of that Eastern devil!"
"Sweep it all up!"
Ares unleashed the last vestiges of his divine power.
The brush in his hand left afterimages in an instant!
"Bang!"
A dull thud.
The wooden toilet, already weathered by time, unfortunately met its end after being scrubbed with all its might by the God of War, who infused it with divine power and fury.
Torn apart.
The yellow and white, indescribable substance inside the barrel, imbued with "Taoist charm," exploded with a bang, splashing all over Ares's body and face.
"..."
Ares stood frozen in place.
He could feel a warm, viscous liquid slowly sliding down his cheek.
He stuck out his tongue and subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth.
An indescribable tangy and refreshing flavor, mixed with a complex taste that strikes straight to the soul, exploded on his taste buds.
"ah--"
A scream, inhuman and filled with despair, collapse, and self-destruction, pierced through the air from the outhouse.
The Gold Saints, who were sweating profusely in the courtyard, all shuddered when they heard the scream.
They all looked toward the outhouse, their eyes filled with a mixture of sympathy, pity, and a hint of relief at surviving a disaster.
Thankfully, it wasn't me who was cleaning the outhouse.
Lin Fan was lying in a rocking chair, sipping the Enlightenment Tea that Fang Qingxue had just brewed, when the scream disturbed his peace.
He frowned.
"This guy, he's just cleaning a toilet, is he trying to demolish a house?"
He stood up and walked impatiently toward the outhouse.
As soon as I arrived at the door, a smell ten times stronger than before hit me.
Then he saw Ares frozen in place, and the indescribable embellishments on his body.
Lin Fan: "..."
Even he couldn't quite keep his composure when he saw this scene.
"Holy shit, did you fall into a latrine?"
Lin Fan pinched his nose, took three big steps back, and looked disgusted.
Ares slowly turned his head.
Those once fiery eyes, burning with fighting spirit, are now only filled with deathly silence and emptiness.
"I...I...broke...the...toilet...brush..." His voice was dry, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.
"Nonsense, I saw it!" Lin Fan roared irritably. "You managed to blow up a broken toilet! Are you a war god or the head of a demolition office?"
"Hurry up! Go wash yourself clean by the well! If you dare leave this smell in my yard, I'll stew you and a pig's trotter together tonight!"
Ares, like a puppet whose soul had been ripped out, moved with stiff steps, one step at a time, until he reached the well in the yard.
then.
"Thump!"
He jumped straight down.
"Sir, he..." Fang Qingxue looked at this scene with some worry.
"It's alright, he won't die." Lin Fan waved his hand. "If he can't even handle this much of a blow, he doesn't deserve to be called the God of War."
His gaze swept over the group of Gold Saints in the courtyard who had stopped their work and were craning their necks to watch the spectacle, and he was furious.
"What are you looking at? Have you finished all the work?"
"Don't you have any sense of work discipline?"
"Anyone who doesn't meet their KPI today is skipping dinner! You all better watch the others eat!"
The Gold Saints didn't understand what "KPI" meant, but the inexplicable yet imposing aura, along with the threat of "no food," instantly terrified them.
Everyone immediately lowered their heads and worked frantically at three times the speed of before.
Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction.
Yes, a qualified working person should have this kind of awareness.
Just then.
"Ding-dong—"
The doorbell rang at the gate of the courtyard.
Lin Fan was taken aback.
"Who is it again? Why is it so lively today?"
He gestured towards Fang Qingxue with his lip.
Fang Qingxue understood and went over to open the courtyard gate.
Standing at the door was Li Zhenguo.
He came alone.
He wasn't wearing his crisp military uniform, just ordinary civilian clothes.
He was also carrying an exquisite fruit basket, looking just like a friendly uncle visiting relatives.
When he saw Fang Qingxue open the door, he first bowed deeply, adopting an extremely humble posture.
"Hello, Ms. Fang."
Then, he dared to peek half his head through the crack in the door and glance into the yard.
Just one glance.
When he saw the dozen or so shirtless, blond, burly men pulling weeds, chopping firewood, and sweeping the floor...
His pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints!
Although he wasn't wearing that glittering golden armor, the terrifying, inhuman aura he exuded, even while doing rough work, was undeniable...
He recognizes him!
This... isn't this the dozen or so "gods" in the video who almost turned Beijing upside down?
them……
They were actually... undergoing labor reform?
Li Zhenguo felt that his worldview, which he had just barely glued back together with superglue, was about to crumble with a crisp "snap".
Broken.
It was shattered even more thoroughly than the wooden bucket in the outhouse.