Ah, yes.

He had returned to engage in an unpleasant task, cleaning up this mess, a job that felt like working quintuple overtime, rendering him incapable of feeling any joy.

Unable to endure the noxious air any longer, he caught a whiff of the stench.

Ugg son bow bow heave a few dry wretches, retreating until he could gulp down some fresh air, which provided a modicum of relief.

This foul odor was accompanied by a spiritual assault, causing him considerable unease.

It was worth noting that a portion of the mess had already been cleaned.

Several colleagues were still laboring in the room and courtyard, clad in protective gear as they wielded buckets and cloths to scrub the area.

Their expressions were grim, their movements mechanical and listless.

Jane can adjusted her glasses and upon spotting son Baoba appeared slightly more relaxed.

Bow by your back.

Go and collect a protective shield from the divine being.

Then we can work together, she instructed.

The divine being was in the bathroom.

Sufien, having just finished her shower, felt an unshakable odor lingering on her skin, prompting her to wash several more times.

During this time, she also provided the cleaning sprites with protective shields.

It must be said Ling Pipi had truly outdone himself.

The stench from that glowing bomb was far worse than excrement.

rendering the conference room exceedingly repulsive.

After washing three times, her once smooth skin began to wrinkle.

She had utilized every fragrance soap and shower gel she had purchased at the trading post.

Yet the lingering scent remained stubbornly in her nostrils.

Perhaps it was a psychological effect.

After all, she had been in the forefront when that explosive event occurred, bearing the brunt of it with Ling Pipi close behind.

M.

The weapon s lethality was not particularly high, but its capacity for disgust was formidable.

It was simply unbearable.

The usually good-natured Suzi Han found her temper flaring unexpectedly.

She paused the meeting, cast the odious Ling Capipi out of the temple and declared that she wished to avoid its presence today.

She also informed Jeanq can that for any reason or excuse she did not want to see Ling Pipipi today.

The meeting would be adjourned for the day and resumed tomorrow.

Everyone who needed to bathe did so while others took a moment to rest.

The divine attendance urgently began to summon and clean the conference room.

To be honest, my disdain for Ling Pippy isn't as profound as it may seem.

After all, Suzi Han merely stated that she wouldn't see it today rather than tomorrow.

It will return for the meeting tomorrow just the same.

She remains rational, wishing to give the little one a day to reflect, to understand where it went ary and how to avoid such missteps in the future.

Although this child can be clumsy, lacking in wisdom and decorum, it possesses a spark of creativity.

The fluorescent bomb it devised from concept to execution was entirely its own idea.

And though it was successfully created, the final product diverged from its original vision.

It claimed that this fluorescent bomb could swiftly color the little sprites, serving as a luminous coating to enhance defense.

It promised to eliminate the tedious process of brewing materials at home.

In future battles, it could bolster their defenses.

Yet, the result was a repugnant bomb, an unequivocal biochemical weapon.

Upon detonation in the conference room, it left Suzahan covered in its foul residue with no one among the divine hierarchy, be it the stunning mermaid goddess, the poised knight, or the vibrant Alice, escaping its effects.

Himi cried, refusing to acknowledge that the bomb's primary ingredient was the juice of fluorescent mushrooms, which were in fact fragrant.

Ling Pippy was unceremoniously cast out of the temple.

Susie Han then led everyone to the bath house, inviting them to join in the cleansing ritual.

At that moment, she found her bathing facilities insufficient in size and number, necessitating a rotation among the group.

Thus, she said about creating more bathing rooms on the spot.

It was a scene that could only be described as a farce.

Help! I am truly in my wits end.

The woman nimly twisted her body, shattering numerous shrimp and crab soldiers with a swift strike, gasping for breath.

The relentless battles had drained her stamina and divine energy.

System, I beseech you.

I am running low on divine power.

I need assistance.

Amidst the warfare, she continuously called out for aid, hoping for response.

The enemy's outer gods had yet to breach the divine realm.

Yet, she found herself in such a state of despair.

If this continued, she would not withstand the war.

However, retreat was not an option, for this was her home, her divine kingdom, and behind her stood her devoted followers.

Her entire body trembled, muscles and soft flesh quivering as she formed a spell with her somewhat plump fingers.

A storm of water surged from the sea, crashing against the portal surface.

Her once robust figure visibly waned.

Behind her, a group of Azure sea sprites huddled together, trembling in fear, seeking refuge behind their goddess.

These beings, with their deep blue skin resembling that of humans, were gentle in nature, born artists who excelled in song and dance, yet were illquipped for battle.

They clustered together, shivering in unison.

Some sentimental sea sprites witnessing their divine protector steadfastly shield them felt helpless as they wiped away their tears, observing their goddess as fatigue.

A dolphin leapt high, joining the goddess in battle, casting spells in succession to clear away the minions.

It is the first follower of the divine lord, a being of legendary prowess, the sole capable follower within the realm of the gods.

The dolphin here exhibits a temperament that is palpably fierce.

The dolphin mutters in its own tongue an incessant stream of invective.

Unlike the cowardly and spineless sea nymphs, a foolish lot, lamenting and weeping, it proclaims that the astute and formidable Lord Wong Wong along with the unparalleled divine lord are still alive.

Must we not refrain from combat and instead offer a modicum of trust? It continues its tirade against the loathome outer gods who lacking marshall virtue resort to ambushes, uttering nonsensical claims of us stealing their possessions when in truth it is merely an invasion.

The enmity between the outer gods and the divine beings of the blue star is irreconcilable.

Let them fight.

Let them perish.

Let them all be vanquished.

It cries out with fervor.

Divine Lord, take a rest bit.

I shall hold the fort for a while.

This utterance alone is in the divine tongue, comprehensible to the divine lord.

Waves of outer god followers continuously emerge from the portal, gradually undermining the faith defenses in this realm.

Observing the injured Wong Wong, Linu feels a pang of sympathy.

Yet wisdom prompts her to step back, seizing the moment to rest and recuperate her divine strength.

Concurrently, she activates the luminescent screen, persistently seeking assistance from the system in her divine domain.

Only she and Wong Wong possess the ability to fight.

While the enemy's followers may still harbor considerable combat prowess, they have endured for an entire day and night, uncertain how much longer they can sustain this effort.

Her divine energy is dwindling.

Should this depletion continue, she will become increasingly feeble, unable to remain passive.

After numerous pleas for help, she finally receives a response from the system.

Chapter 119.

Assistance is on the way.

Esteemed divine player.

It's Koko.

Upon inspection, your divine realm is under assault by an outer god.

The current attack is classified as an initial alert stage with a danger level deemed extremely low.

In response to your urgent feedback, the system has promptly arranged for rescue.

Please hold on.

Reinforcements will arrive within 3 hours.