Chapter 1831: When Will I Become a Cool Mount
The fragrance of the sea of flowers masked the scent of the "War God" and coupled with the preparation on the "War God," he carried a cloth once used to wipe wounds by the War God.
Back then, when the War God was severely injured, the Mysterious Lady of the Ninth Heaven once healed the War God. It was then that the Mysterious Lady secretly hid a cloth used to wipe the wound’s bloodstains, which bore the War God’s scent.
The floral scent and the bloodstain’s scent on the cloth deceived the little girl in the Glazed Skirt, making her mistakenly think it was the War God.
She ran up to the "War God," raised her head, and showed a sweet smile: "Why have you come looking for me? Is there something you need? I can weave a flower crown for you."
The "War God" was not in high spirits and said flatly, "This God is about to go to battle."
The little girl in the Glazed Skirt sighed, her childish voice full of confusion: "Why go to war again? Wasn’t the war just over? When will it truly end?"
"As long as this God lives, the war will be unending."
"Must you die in battle for it all to end? Can’t you just kill the Demon God, achieve ultimate victory, and end the war?"
"One Demon God may die, but a new Demon God will appear. The War God is born for battle. Without war, there is no War God, understand?"
"I don’t understand."
"Ha, whatever, what can a useless being possibly understand?"
The little girl in the Glazed Skirt froze, questioning her ears, her pupils filled with shock. She looked in disbelief at the towering War God. The helmet obscured the War God’s face, revealing only his eyes, but at this moment, the War God lowered his gaze, leaving his true thoughts unreadable.
"What did you just say? Did I hear it wrong?"
"This God said you are useless."
The little girl in the Glazed Skirt stepped back, doubting her ears again: "I must have misheard."
She didn’t understand why the War God suddenly called her useless.
Although such voices never ceased, and many in the army thought she was useless, unworthy of being the War God’s steed, the War God always comforted her, saying she was still young and would become powerful as she grew, just needing time.
But what happened to the War God today? Why would he say she is useless?
"Why..." the little girl in the Glazed Skirt bit her lip, her big eyes already brimming with mist.
"Crying at the drop of a hat, isn’t that what makes you useless? This God is going to battle soon while you’re here playing around, with not a bit of awareness. Do you realize how wide the gap is between this God and the Demon God without a steed? Have you seen the steed of the Demon God? The four great steeds, any of them, are a thousand, ten thousand times stronger than you! Tell me, are you useless or not?"
"But... you clearly said that I was still young. As long as you give me time, I won’t be inferior to any steed. I will be your pride..."
The "War God" flashed a trace of annoyance, voice becoming gloomier: "Time? In a life-and-death battle, life and death take place in an instant. Do you think the Demon God will give you time to grow? What this God needs is a mighty steed that can accompany this God and fight the Demon God’s four great steeds anytime, not a useless thing who knows nothing but playing all day long!"
The little girl in the Glazed Skirt bit her lower lip, unable to retort.
A life-and-death battle, life and death in the blink of an eye, no time to wait for her to grow, all of which she had heard from those warriors dissatisfied with her. But every time, the War God was on her side, always finding various reasons to persuade her. Yet today, the War God ruthlessly spoke these words. Although they were factual, the more so, the more powerless she felt, unable to argue back, unqualified to be angry, and even her straight spine slightly bent down, heart enveloped by inferiority and shame.
She was too weak.
When would she become strong?
Transform into the majestic and robust figure like the one in the inherited memory of her father, when could she become such a dazzling steed, when could she become a steed befitting the War God?