"Chen Jing, something seems amiss." RT5 stopped outside the imperial capital, alert. His last visit wasn't a good one.
"I've made arrangements this time." Anna appeared in the command room.
Chen Jing noticed that she was wearing a very casual jacket, her long silver hair was tied behind her waist, she had a valuable bag slung over her waist, and she was holding a drink in her hand.
"These were gifts from my clan. They revere me so much. I told them I didn't want them, but they still stuffed them in. I have no choice."
Chen Jing's gaze.
Anna coughed lightly twice and looked at Chen Jing silently: "No, there is no problem. If there is, it is just your illusion."
Your stumbling explanation is full of problems!
Although Chen Jing discovered that Anna felt guilty, he would never make things difficult for this god who had helped him a lot because of an outsider.
"Okay, since you have made arrangements, let's go into the port." The presence of Azathoth, a group of children, and Nidhogg made Chen Jing full of confidence. He could even say that he could crush the human forces in the entire imperial capital.
This is not an exaggeration, Chen Jing does have this ability now. The prerequisite is that the other party does not have this configuration.
However, considering the special situation of Azathoth, the situation of the creator god sleeping outside is too special, and the possibility of replicating it is zero.
Of course, Chen Jing had to take some special circumstances into consideration, such as the appearance of someone so powerful that they could overpower a god.
That is a very small number, and Chen Jing will not consider it in the short term. Besides, he has at least six or seven gods on his side, and they can all invite Chen Jing to form two tables for playing mahjong.
The anchor clamped onto RT5's hull, and Chen Jing turned and disembarked. RT5 stood in front of the screen, looking at the familiar imperial capital and smiling, "Look, it really hasn't changed at all."
There was no such person beside him.
Chen Jing walked into the corridor and saw several children playing at the end.
"Fenrir, let's go." Chen Jing called out out of habit.
The demon wolf stood up, straightened his clothes, and then trotted to his familiar place.
Then, another child ran to the right behind Chen Jing. Yusha was barefoot and only wearing an oversized shirt.
"Who gave it to you?" Chen Jing patted her messy hair. Yousha took Chen Jing's hand away: "Grandma."
Azathoth paused.
Chen Jing suppressed a smile as he looked at Yousa, who was holding her head and acting cute. He patted her shoulder and said, "Go find the Omnics to change into a uniform. It's not nice to go out like this."
Looking at the disheveled Fenrir, the meaning was obvious.
Fenrir smiled foolishly, nodded, and left. Chen Jing walked alone to the lounge in front. He had never been here before. There was a cup of black tea on the table, and the Silver Knight was sitting there with a book.
"Are you alone?" Chen Jing picked up a magazine and sat opposite her.
The Silver Knight took his eyes off the book and looked at Chen Jing: "They are all very busy. I am in charge of guarding this place, so I am not busy."
"Do we still need guards here?"
"Lord Garm will come and scratch the leather sofa here."
What a simple hobby! Chen Jing nodded and began to look at the magazine he had created previously. It was said to have received a good response from the Omnics, as it told the stories of the gods.
There are also some stories in it, such as Azathoth being oppressed by Yogurt. How can this be so realistic?
"Contributor: The evil boss who does not want to reveal his name"
It's you! You're obviously trying to fool Bubble!
Shocked, the Admiral actually did this to Fenrir
Chen Jing lowered his eyes.
"Contributor: Anonymous Omnic"
Chen Jing gritted his teeth: "Don't let me know who she is!" The silver knight opposite could be seen trembling.
"Suspicious." Chen Jing stood up and looked at her.
"Admiral..." She covered her face with the book, slowly pulled it open a little, and looked at Chen Jing's expression.
“…I didn’t write anything bad about you.”
"I don't trust you!" Chen Jing swung his fist and tapped her on the forehead. "It's my own Omnic that was damaged. Never mind. I'll just be more careful next time."
"Thank you, I understand. I will keep trying!"
"You!" Chen Jing was about to turn around and hit him again, but the child was nowhere to be seen.
"Alas." Thousands of words turned into a helpless sigh.
Chen Jing opened the door and saw the two children were ready. Fenrir was wearing a white dress that he had asked Ai to make, and two wolf ears were sticking out of her cap.
Yusa, baggy in a black omnic uniform, looked every bit the quintessential granny.
"Grandma Azathoth, what do you think?"
Azathoth was almost fast asleep leaning against the pillow. When he heard Yusa calling him, he rubbed his eyes, took a look, and gave a thumbs up: "Okay." Then he began to lie down again.
If Chen Jing were the god under her command, he would be so angry that she would have a cerebral hemorrhage.
"Shamils is coming." Fenrir pointed. Chen Jing looked at the battle suit that was approaching. The difference from before was that it was now completely black, and the surface was covered with a layer of translucent substance like scales.
After coming into contact with Chen Jing, it melted and turned into liquid, crawling all over Chen Jing's body. Then, after wrapping Chen Jing's head, it turned into a thin layer without any shape.
Chen Jing frowned. What had changed about Shamils now was that it had many transformations and could simulate most individual weapons. The Star-Slaying Blade was in its spine.
The final test is also completed.
Let it go invisible, then look at Fenrir, Fenrir looks at Garm, and the Hound King shakes his head.
"What does this mean?" asked Jörmungandr.
"It can't sense it." Hela's dog language is level ten.
"Wow." Fenrir walked forward and punched Chen Jing in the chest. Shamils appeared in time to block it, and then Azathoth supported Chen Jing who was about to fly out from behind.
"What does it feel like?"
Chen Jing shook his head: "I don't feel anything."
In the previous moment, he only felt a push. You have to know that this was Fenrir's punch. Even if she didn't want to use too much force due to their relationship, it was still an offensive punch that Chen Jing could not block without wearing Shamils.
"Well, let's go." Chen Jing turned around.
Suddenly a hand grabbed the corner of his clothes.
Hela looked at him eagerly.
Chen Jing sighed, then patted Hela's head over Gam's block. "I'm going to report on my work first. It won't be fun. When I come back, I'll take you guys out to eat something delicious. Remember to change your clothes and take a shower."
Hela's eyes suddenly lit up, nodded, and then looked at Jörmungandr. The snake girl's eyes were now wide open.
“They only heard the three words ‘delicious’.”
"Let's go and take care of those messes."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
