Dragon Tamer - Chapter 1007

Chapter 1007: Chapter 1011 Ant Nest Chapter 1007: Chapter 1011 Ant Nest “Mo Shou, Mo Shou, how did you get hurt? Let me bandage you, let me bandage you…” the wooden stake man’s mother, Xu Yu, said.

Zhu Minglang furrowed his brows as he watched the scene.

He didn’t intervene because the wooden stake man’s mother, Xu Yu, was herself in a deplorable state, even the needle and thread she took out lacked any thread.

Impatiently, Mo Shou pushed away his mother, Xu Yu, and coldly said, “How can these broken things possibly repair my body of Divine Patterns?”

“But it’s better than leaving it open like this, just let Mother help you one more time. I’m already old, and you’ll have to walk the path ahead by yourself. Don’t do anything foolish!” the wooden stake man, Xu Yu, said.

Mo Shou stood there, silent.

The wooden stake woman, Xu Yu, took out needle and thread and started stitching the wounds on Mo Shou’s chest; however, while these stitches worked on wooden stake people, they were no help at all to someone with a body like Mo Shou’s, made of Divine Patterns. They only made the wound look less shocking. Even stitching these threads into a living person looked bizarre.

The Divine Patterns on Mo Shou’s body dimmed again. Clearly, the Spirit Glowing Dragon had found another altar of the Mysterious Ancient Giant, and each of these altars was key to bestowing Mo Shou with the power of Divine Patterns. Now, as Mo Shou’s power faded, he was far from as strong as he once had been!

“Did you encounter someone very powerful? If it’s too much, just let it go, hiding isn’t so bad,” said the wooden stake woman, Xu Yu, her mind clearly foggy. She seemed to have forgotten everything, remembering only the times before Mo Shou had become a god.

At that moment, He Haohan and He Yiling flew down from above the Earth Pavilion.

They were obviously chasing the wooden stake man’s mother, Xu Yu; in He Haohan’s hand, he even carried a wooden stake head, which was the father’s. Moreover, it appeared related to the Giant Mechanism Skull, which was now stuck in a cave, no longer emitting Devastating Demonic Breath.

Seeing Mo Shou and the dilapidated wooden stake mother sewing and patching up, He Haohan couldn’t help but inhale sharply, his throat filled with bitterness.

“Mo Shou, look at what you’ve done. Look closely at what you’ve done all for the sake of becoming a god, for yourself!” He Haohan shouted angrily.

Mo Shou looked down at the broken wooden stake woman.

This broken wooden stake person, apart from speaking just like his own mother, in what other ways did she resemble his real mother?

Even though ghosts inhabited these immortal wooden stake bodies, Mo Shou couldn’t find even a trace of familiarity or closeness from them. Their singular, mechanical, impersonal behaviors even made Mo Shou feel repulsed and disgusted.

Thus, Mo Shou would rather play mechanical games with greedy living people than stay with these wooden stake family members.

“You should have let them go, but for the power of Divine Patterns and the giant mechanisms, you’ve disgracefully imprisoned them in wooden stakes. Do you even have any humanity left? Or have you, after staying so long with these mechanical devices, become one of them?” He Haohan berated.

“Cold Child, Cold Child, stop scolding your brother. He is doing this for our good… He is a god, and we are mortals. If our family wants to stay together forever, it can only be this way,” said the wooden stake woman, Xu Yu.

“Just for the sake of staying together forever, to become this non-human, ghost-like figure, don’t you find it absurd and sad?” He Haohan said.

“How is it absurd? How is it sad?” At this moment, Mo Shou spoke up, his smile gradually becoming somewhat morbid, “Right now they look like wooden stakes because my realm isn’t sufficient. When I reach the Heavenly Realm, I can create a more perfect Human Race than even the Heavens–humans should be immortal, should not age, and definitely should lead all races with immense strength and vast Divine Skills, not remain as frail as they are now!”

Creating a more perfect Human Race.

These words sounded faintly familiar.

Zhu Minglang’s mood grew even heavier.

Could it be that Mo Shou’s divine mission was the same as Shan Meng’s, to eradicate the human race with its severe flaws?

Or could it be that the process of continuously ascending to godhood eventually faces such a dilemma?

“You madman, madman, you are merely a mechanic. Your actions are filthy, vile, and violate the Heavenly Dao and human morals!” He Haohan said.

Zhu Minglang nodded.

Regardless of whether Mo Shou’s ideology coincided with that of Shan Meng, such psychologically distorted gods did not deserve to live in this world, especially since Mo Shou, for his belief, had utilized mechanical techniques to harm so many people, not even sparing his own relatives.

“You should first reincarnate through the Path of Beasts for nine lifetimes and then come back to become a human. You can’t even get being a human right, yet you aspire to be a god creating the perfect human race?” Zhu Minglang had already regulated his breathing.

Although his body was somewhat sore, it was time to deal with this mechanic!

In the vast world, there is nothing strange. The mechanic Mo Shou was one of the most outrageous evil gods Zhu Minglang had encountered.

Chop him.

Do good deeds.

Chop him, and his divine achievements should increase significantly!

Zhu Minglang walked forward.

He saw the divine patterns on Mo Shou’s body still fading.

Just like illusionists, mechanics fear most being seen through by their enemies, and once their mechanisms are exposed, they no longer appear miraculous!

“In fact, any ant that knows how to build nests is greater than you. At least they are diligent and are tirelessly working for the entirety of the ant tribe. They sometimes do get trapped, fall into pools, get entangled in spider webs, or accidentally step into boring labyrinths drawn by people like you who fancifully claim to be heavenly beings. They don’t stop because their hearts are still with the large family of the ant tribe! Learn from their noble spirit… Well, why not reincarnate as an ant?”

As Zhu Minglang said this, the sword had already been swiftly drawn out, a flash like a gust of wind brushing merely past his forehead’s hair.

After sheathing the sword, Zhu Minglang finally spoke his last words. The whole process felt like having a casual conversation, but a line appeared on Mo Shou’s neck, and his head slowly slid down along that line.

Deprived of the Power of Divine Patterns, Mo Shou couldn’t even catch this sword.

His eyes widened, staring at Zhu Minglang.

Mo Shou naturally felt unwilling, but he still emitted that strange laugh.

It was as if in his ideology, he was immortal, and even if this body with Divine Patterns was killed by Zhu Minglang, his soul would ascend to a higher Holy Hall…

However, for some reason, Zhu Minglang’s last words seemed to have affected his posthumous beliefs. As his soul ascended, he seemed to see a complex underground ant colony, a thriving and intricately constructed realm, a marvelous work of nature, and his soul just entered an ant nest like this!

This made Mo Shou even angrier in his dying moments. Where had the Holy Hall gone, where was his Holy Hall!!

Devil, Zhu Minglang, this devil, he had destroyed his Holy Hall!!

How could the afterlife be an ant nest, he was the great god of mechanical creation, even in death, his soul should ascend to the Holy Hall!!