Just as God of the Underworld wanted, the people from the watchtower came.

Of course, it was like the superficial wish that the people from the Watch Castle were really here.

This palace of gods has never been set foot on by humans.

Finally, it welcomed its first guest, Osa, the Messenger of Watch Castle!

Osa's strength is very, very weak. At least in the eyes of the gods, Osa's strength can be described as an ant.

However, the aura he carries and the innate arrogance made all the gods who have come into contact with him feel the urge to slap this maniac to death with one hand.

Osa knew his strengths too well. In Watchtower, he was originally just a small trade manager.

I am used to dealing with various characters, but I know nothing about fighting.

But it is precisely because he is good at socializing that he was selected by the guardian of the Watch Castle, Lord Fang Yun.

He served as the Guard Castle envoy this time, and Fang Yun also promised that he would not suffer even a little harm.

And what he has to do is to show his habitual arrogance when he interacts with others.

Osa hugged a goddess, touching the forbidden land with her hands in a daze.

Even the representative of the Pantheon facing each other was still teasing the goddess's ** regardless of the public's eyes.

Osa kept muttering in her heart that all this was explained by Lord Fang Yun.

Everything I did was to watch the Castle, it was all to complete the mission.

"By the way, what did you say just now?" Osa turned around and looked at the Miser who had already been angry and smoked.

The Underworlder looked at his god, who was unscrupulously molested by Osa, and had already had the urge to kill.

"His Excellency Osa, pay attention to your words and deeds. What you represent now is the Watch Castle. Do not bring your human bad habits to our Pantheon! The holiness of the Pantheon has been defiled by your actions!" The Underworld almost ran away, and hummed with a dark face.

"Ah? The Pantheon is holy? A group of dead gods actually talked about holiness with me, a living person. Even the toilet is cleaner than the Pantheon." Osa said unscrupulously. Moreover, the lowly words made all the gods present stunned.

A human being dared to be so unindifferent, slander the Pantheon so much in the Pantheon, and compare the Pantheon with the toilet, which is simply a shame.

The Midwordsman slapped the table in anger: "Human, don't go too far!! You must apologize for your previous words and deeds, otherwise, even if you are the messenger of the Watch Castle, you will not be able to escape the judgment of the gods!!"

"Okay, I apologize. Sorry, the Pantheon is cleaner and holy than the toilet."

When Osa first surrendered, the gods such as the Demonic were happy and thought Osa had already admitted defeat.

Who knew that Osa's words were even more unbearable and even more harsh.

The Miser flashed and rushed directly to Osa, lifting the goddess who was sank in Osa's arms and pointed at Osa angrily.

"Human. You are seeking death!!"

Seeing that the Underworld was about to take action, Osa was actually scared to death, but his face was silent.

Still calmly glanced at the Miserable, crossing his legs and raising his legs in a daze.

"I think it's you who are looking for death? I'm the messenger of the Watch Castle. I've already let go of my posture when talking to a lowly God like you. You are not satisfied yet. Do you want the army of my Watch Castle to come to your Pantheon? Only then can you calm down? Or are you already used to us humans being servile in front of you? Only in this way can you satisfy your twisted psychology?"

Osa's words seemed to blame all the responsibility on the despise of the Demonic and it was nothing to do with his business.

"And!" Osa stood up suddenly. The momentum immediately scared the Medieval Speaker back two steps.

This kind of momentum is not triggered by personal strength, it is purely an innate aura.

With this advancement and retreat, the person who speaks the Demonic is weaker in momentum.

In addition, he had been told by the God of the Underworld to delay the war with Watch Castle as much as possible.

So in fact, his pressure is greater than that of the relaxed Osa.

Osa knew too well the purpose of coming to the Pantheon, and he was not really here to seek benefits.

His ultimate mission is to disgust the Pantheon.

It's also a loss that Fang Yun would come up with this method, otherwise he would never have the chance to enter the Pantheon in such a big swagger.

Osa was timid and afraid of things in the past, but this time he drove him to the Pantheon.

It's not the so-called glory, but he just wants to do something meaningful, a trade manager who no longer has been sneered by everyone in the past.

Even he himself hates his past self, being timid, afraid of things, profit-oriented, and arrogant.

He didn't want to be his past self anymore, but it was precisely because of these personalities that he won the favor of Fang Yun.

In fact, there were countless competitors at that time, and almost every competitor had more outstanding strength and wisdom than him.

Even in terms of courage, a person who is more determined and brave than him.

Everyone wants to be the messenger of Watch Castle when he gets this opportunity.

He himself couldn't believe that he was actually attracted by Fang Yun.

Being noticed by the person whom I admire.

Although he asked Fang Yun why he chose him, Fang Yun gave him a speechless answer, he was still excited for a long time.

You have everything I know about human nature, but you also have your own bottom line, which is why I chose you.

From then on, Osa vowed in her heart that she would complete any task given by Fang Yun, even if she wanted him to assassinate the God of the Underworld.

However, in his opinion, the tasks Fang Yun gave him were so relaxed and so familiar.

"You are the representative of Watch Castle, and I also represent the Pantheon. What humiliates your identity?"

"As the defeated, is your Pantheon qualified to be comparable to the winner of my Watch Castle?"

"I……"

"What are you?" Osa pressed step by step: "Go back and tell your master that I came here in person, not here to visit, but to ask for spoils. Now I am admonishing you, and the next time I will be fighting."

"Your Watch Castle's requirements are too harsh, right? It's okay to say that 30 million high-level life gems, but the territory of the East, 180 races, and a total population of more than 300 million, you want it if you want it. If you don't say you can swallow it, even if you can swallow it, our Pantheon will not be able to give it easily."

"Hmph... It doesn't matter. If you don't give it, just hit you until you give it!" Osa sneered.

This sentence is full of confidence, but the person who speaks the Mist immediately becomes sad.

What was he most afraid of at this time?

Isn’t it just the word “starting a war”?

The death order given to him by the God of Nether was that if he really wanted to go to war with Watch Castle, he would be the first to die.

"This...this...this...you, you are the representative of Watch Castle. When you speak, you should always think about how to easily say the word "starting a war". Even if you have the confidence to win, once the war begins, no one will lose the benefits."

Although the tone of the Underworld is still tough, the voice of giving in and out of the words is like giving in.

Who knew that Osa didn't eat this at all, he just snorted coldly: "Genesis is tragic? If you don't see the Pantheon, do less such things. Now I, Osa, representing the Watch Castle, declare war on your Pantheon. Do you dare to take it?"

"You...you..."

"Do you dare to take it?" Osa asked again, his eyes full of aggressiveness.

The Mistress was already sweating profusely, and it was too difficult to communicate with this human being.

He always uses the war as a comment, and the negotiation cannot be continued.

"Your Excellency, we are still in the negotiations and have not yet reached a conclusion. Even if we want to start a war, we will wait for the negotiations to end."

"Control? No, no, I'm kind enough to come to your Pantheon to discuss, but what is your attitude? It would be fine if the Lord of your Pantheon doesn't come out to see me, even you little hairy god dares to jump on my head. Is he trying to kill me just now, right?"

"Just... I was just rash." The Underworld twitched his cheeks slightly, obviously trying his best to restrain himself.

Og sneered, then slowly sat back on his seat, his eyes filled with coldness and arrogance, and his eyes slowly looked at the goddess who had just stood up and his face was still flushed at this moment, and waved gently.

"Come on, rub my shoulders for me." He could come up with a goddess to serve him.

But his identity at this moment is still unstoppable by the other party.

"Please keep your mouth and your eyes, what should I see!? Are you not convinced?" Osa hummed arrogantly: "Your lives are not held in the hands of your master, but in my hands! If I want you to live, you will live; if I want you to die, you will die."

The gods headed by the Underworld all had their noses crooked, but they all lowered their heads and sat back in their seats without saying a word.

"This is a negotiation, and it's not too urgent. Anyway, I'll have to wander around the Pantheon these days. The goddesses of your Pantheon take turns to serve me every day, such as the Goddess of Death and the Dead Dead Girl. I've heard of these two destiny, so I'll go outside my residence tonight."

Osa, regardless of whether the dermatographer agrees or not, stood up and said, "I am tired today, so let's talk about this first. Have you prepared a guest room for me? Baby, you lead the way."

The goddess looked at the Underworld with laughter and tears. The Underworld's mouth Tieqing said with a look: "Take the messenger to the Palace of Evil God to rest."

Osa smiled and murmured all the way, while constantly teasing the goddess: "Such a slutty god is really a slutty life, I really don't know how to enjoy it."

The Medieval waited until Osa completely disappeared before she slapped the table in front of her with a slap.

"Human!! I want you to die a bad death! I..."

"Sir, that human being's request is too much. The Death Goddess and the Destiny Dead Girl are your two generals. How could you agree to his unreasonable request and let him have fun?"
Chapter completed!