Legendary Armament Canon

Chapter 909 I'm Not Interested In Being The Giant Spirits’ King (2)

"What's the matter? If I'm a member of the giant spirit race, do I have to respect you as my king?" Zhou Shu turned around and sized up the Giant Spirit King with a faint smile.

Not considering the huge body of the Giant Spirit King, his appearance was that of a handsome man. His eyebrows were thick and straight, and he had a determined expression on his face.

"Of course not." The Giant Spirit King shook his head. "Thanks to the kindness of my clansmen, I'm temporarily taking the position of king and doing some work for my giant spirit race. Your Excellency, you are so powerful that you even defeated the Asura King and Black Feather King. If you're really a member of my giant spirit race, I'm willing to abdicate and give up my position. I'll respect you as my king!"

In the ancient races, the strongest became the king.

The Giant Spirit King knew that he wasn't Zhou Shu's match. After all, he had almost lost his life under the attacks of the Asura King and the Black Feather King, while Zhou Shu had single-handedly forced them back.

"Respect me as king?" Zhou Shu was slightly stunned. This Giant Spirit King was really direct.

But he wasn't interested in being the king of a race. Back then, the Qin emperor had asked him to be the emperor of Great Qin, but he had also refused.

He was just a forger, and his ideal life was to forge unrestrained. He would really have no freedom if he became the king of a race or emperor.

"I'm not interested," Zhou Shu refused bluntly. "But I want to stay with your race for a period of time. I wonder if you could do me this favor?"

"The giant spirit race welcomes you." The Giant Spirit King cupped his hands. "As long as you're from the giant spirit race, the gates of our stronghold will always be open. Not to mention that you're only staying temporarily, even if you want to live in the village forever, it won't be a problem."

"We'll talk about the future later," Zhou Shu said calmly. "Giant Spirit King, can you still walk? Although the asura race and the black feather race have temporarily retreated, they have ulterior motives toward the giant spirit race. I'm afraid they won't give up so easily. We should return as soon as possible."

"You're right." The Giant Spirit King nodded. "Everyone, get up. Let's rest when we get home!"

The warriors of the giant spirit race roared in response to the Giant Spirit King.

Cang Bai, who was Uncle Bai, came to Zhou Shu's side and said solemnly, "Thank you for saving our king. I can't repay your kindness. Please let me become your slave."

"There's no need," Zhou Shu refused. "I've already told you before. I don't need your repayment. I don't need slaves either."

"But—"

Cang Bai wanted to say more, but Zhou Shu interrupted him. "If you continue talking nonsense, I'll leave immediately. You know that I can fly. If I leave, you can forget about ever finding me again."

Cang Bai's face stiffened, too frightened to speak.

"Cang Bai, stop talking," the Giant Spirit King said. "This brother is not an ordinary person. He didn't help us for our insignificant repayment. In fact, we don't have much to offer him in return."

The Giant Spirit King smiled bitterly.

The giant spirit race was a relatively weak race among the ancient races. In other words, they were a relatively poor tribe. They had not even completely resolved the problem of food and clothing for their race. How could they repay Zhou Shu with anything he would fancy?

"Brother, may I know your name?" The Giant Spirit King cupped his hands. "Why were you left outside?"

In the past, there had been giant spirits who had been left outside the stronghold walls. But in this era, it was very difficult for a person to survive alone outside. There was a high chance that they would become food for other races.

The Giant Spirit King couldn't understand why a powerful giant spirit like Zhou Shu had been left outside their settlement.

"You can call me Zhou Shu," Zhou Shu said calmly. "My origin is complicated. I can't explain it clearly in a few words, and you might not believe me. You just have to know that I have no ill intentions toward you."

Zhou Shu couldn't possibly tell them that he came from countless years in the future and that he wasn't from the giant spirit race but from the human race.

There were no humans in the world now. The Giant Spirit King and the others definitely couldn't understand what humans were.

"Zhou Shu? Your surname is Zhou?" The Giant Spirit King frowned slightly.

The giant spirit race's surname was Cang. But when he thought about how Zhou Shu didn't grow up in the stronghold, he realized that Zhou Shu had probably named himself casually.

The Giant Spirit King wasn't an obstinate person, so he didn't dwell too much on this problem.

"Brother Zhou Shu, this place will be your home from now on. You can stay here as long as you want and come whenever you want. The gates of our stronghold will always be open to you," the Giant Spirit King said.

The corners of Zhou Shu's mouth curled up slightly. Regardless of whether the Giant Spirit King was sincere or not, his words were quite pleasant.

"Giant Spirit King, I saw that when you fought the asura race and the black feather race, you were all bare-handed. Don't you have divine weapons?" Zhou Shu asked tentatively.

"Divine weapons?" The Giant Spirit King looked thoughtful. "Is it the thing you were holding, Brother Zhou Shu?"

He looked at Zhou Shu curiously, as if he wanted to see where Zhou Shu had hidden the Celestial Thearch Sword.

"Yes, you don't know what a weapon is?" Zhou Shu asked.

This Giant Spirit King doesn't even recognize a sword? Is this the legendary giant spirit race who created the art of forging?

"Weapon…" The Giant Spirit King pondered and said, "I've never heard of this word."

Even the word weapon hasn't appeared yet? Zhou Shu pondered, and his expression became a little strange. The legendary giant spirit race who created the art of forging doesn't even know what weapons are now. If I give them divine weapons now, who will be the one who creates the art of forging?

Zhou Shu recalled some of the time paradoxes he had seen before. He seemed to have fallen into a time paradox now.

The Giant Spirit King pondered and said, "Brother Zhou Shu, the weapon you use is a little similar to the knife we usually use to cut meat. But the knife we use isn't usable in battle at all. It's too fragile."

Zhou Shu glanced at the Giant Spirit King. He was the king after all. When Cang Bai saw the Celestial Thearch Sword, he didn't associate the sword with knives.

Although the giant spirit race didn't have any weapons yet, they already had a kitchen knife. If they continued to develop, they would probably discover the use of weapons sooner or later.

"Who made the knife you use to cut meat?" Zhou Shu asked curiously. Since this person could invent a knife to cut meat, then it wouldn't be difficult to invent a weapon used for fighting.

"I once saved a member of the fire race. He gave me the knife to cut meat," the Giant Spirit King said without hiding anything.

"The fire race? Where is the fire race?" Zhou Shu asked curiously.

"The fire race no longer exists." The Giant Spirit King shook his head. "The person I saved from the fire race was the last one in the world. Otherwise, he wouldn't have given me the secret knife of his race."

He said regretfully, "Unfortunately, although I saved him, he only lived for a few months before he died."

"Exterminated?" Zhou Shu was puzzled. "Giant Spirit King, is it common for races to be exterminated?"

"It's very common." The Giant Spirit King nodded with a solemn expression. "In this world, almost every day, races are destroyed. Some combative races can't stand the existence of other races. If you hadn't helped us today, our giant spirit race might have disappeared from the world.

"Back then, the fire race was an extremely powerful race. Later, for some reason, the king of the fire race unexpectedly died. Then they were besieged by many races, and in the end, they were outnumbered and tragically exterminated. The world is unpredictable. No matter how powerful a race is, it's inevitable that they will be exterminated one day…"

The Giant Spirit King sighed with a complicated expression.