Chapter 476 Les: If You Hit Me Once, I Will Fulfill Your Wish

Although he was praised as a god, Les was not happy at all.

He felt that the two people in front of him were completely insulting him.

Who is a god? Get out! I am a serious wizard!

In the eyes of modern wizards, their abilities are indeed similar to the divine power described by Muggles, so they are misunderstood. Although they do not believe in gods, they will not go to great lengths to explain if they are mistaken for gods. But in the eyes of old-school wizards like Les, being regarded as a god is undoubtedly a humiliation to them.

He no longer wants to talk to these two people.

The two people who have no idea that they have touched the minefield of the "Devil Lord" are still tirelessly telling their needs. In their mouths, the powerful Demon Lord is like a wishing machine on the roadside.

However, the two suddenly closed their mouths, not only because Les raised his hand, but also because they felt that the blood in their bodies seemed to be boiling at this moment.

The humanoid monster under the altar was instantly stiff.

When the Demon Lord was just summoned, he did not feel the extraordinaryness of the Demon Lord. But the moment he got serious, the monster felt the overwhelming pressure that the Emperor and the God of Light had faced six hundred years ago.

Even though he was more than ten meters away, he still had the illusion that his blood was about to be evaporated alive. If it weren't for the overlap between his abilities and this aspect, his fate would probably be no different from the two people on the altar. Perhaps a weaker guy couldn't even speak in front of the serious demon lord!

"The number of words is inversely proportional to strength." Rice looked at the two people who were kneeling in front of him, their faces swollen like tomatoes, and sneered at them with contempt.

He walked down the altar, and a cloud of blood mist burst out from the two people behind him at the same time, and the two turned into mummies in an instant.

Feeling the bloody smell coming towards him, the weirdo knelt on one knee without any hesitation, his eyes fixed on the ground, not daring to make any unusual movements.

"You have the qualifications to talk to me, stand up." Rice looked down at the weirdo who was shrinking at his feet, indicating that he could stand up and talk.

"Don't dare." Rice said so, but the weirdo didn't dare to obey. He still kept that posture, kneeling on the ground motionlessly.

"Okay." Rice didn't bother to care about him. He felt a familiar feeling from the weirdo in front of him, which made him a little confused.

"What are you? Why do I feel that you are familiar?"

Seeing the devil asking questions, the weirdo immediately responded: "My name is Boiling Blood. I am one of the insignificant benefactors who were blessed by you and gave birth to spiritual wisdom and power."

Rice frowned: He didn't remember leaving any inheritance in this world. He only left disasters and plagues.

Hmm? Rice had a small guess.

"Could it be that you evolved from the magic potion I left behind? Are you the incarnation of the plague?"

"That's right! We are all the incarnation of blessing, and you are our kind father." Boiling Blood said: "But plague and the like are what those mortals call it. What you left behind is clearly the blessing that makes life evolve - those who refuse the blessing will die!"

The answer of Boiling Blood surprised Les.

At first, Les thought that the magic potion he left behind had become a spirit, and it had its own consciousness in the continuous evolution. But he soon realized his absurdity.

No matter how good those magic potions are at evolving, it is impossible for them to give birth to their own consciousness. The person in front of him was obviously a native of the alchemy world who survived after being infected with his magic potion and gained powerful power by accident. They called the infection process a blessing...

Les himself felt speechless. I didn't expect that life would actually explore such a way out on its own.

The plague, which was originally a disaster, became a force to fight against powerful enemies in the hands of these infected people.

It was normal for him to feel that the monster in front of him looked familiar, after all, it was a carrier of the plague.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Les changed the subject.

"I hope you can give us more powerful power so that we can have the ability to fight against those who refuse to bless..." Seeing that the father finally started to talk about serious topics, Boiling Blood was overjoyed and immediately began to describe his demands.

These people who survived the infection did have an overwhelming advantage over the ordinary creatures in the alchemy world. In addition, many of the top combat forces in the alchemy world were cleared by Les, so that they were invincible at the beginning and had a tendency to sweep the world.

However, the infected were not a rope, and liked to fight on their own, which gave humans a chance to breathe. Later, several top strong men emerged and turned the situation around at once.

Now it is the infected who are at a disadvantage.

So, this infected person named Boiling Blood thought of seeking help from his ancestors.

However, Les had left the alchemy world a long time ago, so his prayers had no effect. But Boiling Blood never gave up until today when he successfully "summoned" Les.

After listening to Boiling Blood's words, Rice frowned.

"I feel like I'm your wish-making machine." Rice couldn't help but complain, and then told Boiling Blood that he didn't have a way to increase the strength of the infected.

Rice is a wizard, not those false gods, and can't give people a blessing to quickly improve their strength, and this is purely to make himself unhappy - he wants to wipe out all the top combat forces in the alchemy world, and these infected people are naturally no exception.

Even if there is a treasure that can quickly improve strength, he will have to kill these infected people who have improved their strength one by one in the future, which is really too troublesome.

"You only need to give the original blessing again." Boiling Blood put his forehead on the ground and said sincerely.

"Oh?" Les narrowed his eyes.

They need the original version of the potion? He did still have some, but can this first-generation potion really help them?

Considering that the monster in front of him is quite sincere, and he really wants to do another experiment, Les decided to give him a chance.

"How about this, next time you hit me once, I will fulfill your wish, how about it?"

"Ah?!" Boiling Blood's eyes were full of shock.

I hit my father? Really?

But if I only hit him once...

He felt that even if there was a gap between his strength and his father's, he wouldn't be able to touch him even once, right?

"Whether we win or lose, I will clean up the strong ones among the ordinary people. You just need to bring me to them." Les added, giving Boiling Blood a reassurance.

After getting the assurance from his loving father, Boiling Blood felt relieved all of a sudden, and also decided to fight the legendary Demon Lord.

"Well, I--"

Boiling Blood instantly jumped up from the ground and attacked Les.

"-- You're welcome!"

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