"The puppet itself has no strength and must be infused with the forge's own power to have corresponding strength."
The green-skirted fairy nibbled on a liqueur chocolate as she spoke.
Wu Xiaode nodded silently.
Indeed.
The gods in the heavens infused their power into the puppets, and only then did the puppets possess power that transcended the gods themselves.
That being the case—
If the Destruction Council's elders were to make use of the puppets, they too would need to infuse sufficient power into them.
There was just over an hour left before the life-and-death battle.
They had to hurry to forge the puppets and devise a way to eliminate me.
—What would they do?
Wu Xiaode smiled, feeling a sense of anticipation.
"I'm taking my leave now, have fun," he waved to the green-skirted fairy.
"Then… then come play often," she said, her gaze already irresistibly drifting toward the peach tree—
The grand festivities had begun.
