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All Gods: Starting with Two Families

Chapter 160 : The Us Brothers · Oct 05, 2026

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151 Chapter 151 : Star God Realm 2026-10-05
152 Chapter 152 : Latest Panel 2026-10-05
153 Chapter 153 : The Clergy Scam 2026-10-05
154 Chapter 154 : Molting and Rebirth 2026-10-05
155 Chapter 155 : A Feast for the Gluttons 2026-10-05
156 Chapter 156 : Nature of Laws 2026-10-05
157 Chapter 157 : The First Believer 2026-10-05
158 Chapter 158 : The Infant Path 2026-10-05
159 Chapter 159 : From God’s Believers 2026-10-05
160 Chapter 160 : The Us Brothers 2026-10-05
161 Chapter 161 : A Villain’s Scheme 2026-10-05
162 Chapter 162 : The Breath of the Eagle 2026-10-05
163 Chapter 163 : Visual Profiling 2026-10-05
164 Chapter 164 : Taking a Different Approach 2026-10-05
165 Chapter 165 : People of the Sea 2026-10-05
166 Chapter 166 : Iron Shield Fortress 2026-10-05
167 Chapter 167 : White Shark Pirates 2026-10-05
168 Chapter 168 : Territory Development 2026-10-05
169 Chapter 169 : The Goodwill of the Temple 2026-10-05
170 Chapter 170 : Cleaning Contract 2026-10-05
171 Chapter 171 : The Authority of Evolution 2026-10-05
172 Chapter 172 : The Act of Kindness 2026-10-05
173 Chapter 173 : Bright Network 2026-10-05
174 Chapter 174 : Battle Maniac 2026-10-05
175 Chapter 175 : The Doomsday Knight 2026-10-05
176 Chapter 176 : The Day of Divine Retribution 2026-10-05
177 Chapter 177 : Dedicated to My God 2026-10-05
178 Chapter 178 : The Fallen God 2026-10-05
179 Chapter 179 : Winner Takes All 2026-10-05
180 Chapter 180 : Temple of Evolution 2026-10-05

Chapter 160 The Us BrothersThe Small Us Castle was bursting with unprecedented vitality.

On the edge of the wasteland, a group of young men were swinging hoes to clear the land.

Weeds were uprooted and piled into a heap, with Luna standing to the side, directing them to set the weeds on fire.

Flames rose, and black smoke billowed; after it burned down to ashes, she had them scatter the ash into the turned soil.

”These are good things,” Luna said, clapping the ash off her hands. ”They can fertilize the fields.”

The young men were skeptical but followed her instructions anyway.

Over these past few months, this girl who had suddenly appeared had already proven that she knew many things they did not.

Luna had also cultivated a small herb garden right at the base of the castle’s back wall, in a sunny, sheltered spot.

She dug up various unknown medicinal herbs from the mountains and planted them neatly in rows.

Whenever anyone in the territory had a headache, fever, or back pain, they would come to her.

She never refused, using a few leaves or a handful of roots, boiled into a decoction that they would drink, which usually made them better.

The territory was thriving.

But its master, Moby Us, was not in such a good mood.

”In other words...” his voice was a bit dry, ”nearly ten thousand gods have descended?”

”Yes,” Zhou Zheng’s voice echoed in his mind, ”at least ten thousand. Only more, not fewer.”

Moby fell silent.

Even though he was an aristocrat abandoned by his Family, he was still an aristocrat.

His perspective was different from those farmers who had never left the territory in their entire lives.

Just by looking at the changes brought about after the God of Metamorphosis descended—magic potions, sequences, and extraordinary powers—he knew that this world was about to change.

Ten thousand gods.

Ten thousand existences like the God of Metamorphosis.

What would they bring if they descended upon this land?

Moby closed his eyes—though he couldn’t see anyway—took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

He finally made up his mind.

”I am going to find my brother.”

”I need people. I need money. I need resources,” Moby’s voice was calm. ”Only he can give me these.”

The next morning, just as the sky was beginning to brighten, Moby set off.

He only brought one attendant and one squire.

Three people, three horses, they followed the overgrown path toward the direction of the Big Us Castle.

That pot of sunflowers was tied to the side of his saddle, swaying all the way.

...

The Big Us Castle was much more imposing than the Small Us Castle.

Before even arriving, one could see the stone castle built on the hillside from afar.

Its gray-white walls shimmered in the sunlight, and the flag of the Uss Family flew from the tower—a soaring eagle, symbolizing sharpness and courage.

But at this moment, the scene outside the castle was not peaceful.

A group of ragged refugees were charging at the fence surrounding the castle.

They held wooden sticks, pitchforks, and even a few rusty machetes, letting out angry roars.

Behind the fence, several guards were struggling desperately to hold it, their faces pale.

”Charge in! There’s food inside!”

”Grab it and run!”

”We’re going to die anyway, might as well give it a shot!”

Moby’s horse stopped on a small hill; he could hear the noisy sounds and feel the tension and fear permeating the air.

Then, a figure rushed out from the castle.

It was his brother, the eldest son of the Uss Family, Leon Us.

Leon rode a tall black horse, clad in half-plate armor, wielding a greatsword in his hand.

He charged into the crowd of refugees, his greatsword sweeping horizontally; the few people in the very front screamed and were sent flying.

But he used the flat of his blade, not the edge—he only knocked them away, without killing them.

The refugees were stunned for a moment, then surged forward even more crazily.

Leon’s horse was struck by a wooden stick and reared up in pain.

Leon leaped off the horse, spun the greatsword in his hand, and swept horizontally again.

His movements were powerful and precise, and every swing of the sword carried a whistling wind.

That was—

Breathing Technique.

Moby could tell.

That was the knight’s Breathing Technique inherited by the Family.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the refugees were routed.

Leon stood amidst the wailing crowd, his greatsword planted on the ground.

His chest heaved, but his breathing gradually steadied.

Several guards ran out from behind the fence and began tying up the refugees who couldn’t run.

Leon raised his head and saw his brother on the hillside.

He frowned and walked over with long strides; his boots stepped on the grass, making heavy footsteps.

”Why are you here?” his tone was somewhat reproachful, ”I don’t know what’s going on lately; there are many rioting refugees in the territory. You shouldn’t wander around; be careful and stay safe.”

Moby opened his mouth, just about to speak—

”Use the blind cane,” Zhou Zheng’s voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

Moby subconsciously raised his cane and struck it against the ground.

Thump—

Sound waves spread out.

In his black-and-white field of vision, the outline of the battlefield emerged.

The scattered refugees, the busy guards, Leon standing in front of him... and—

In the bushes to the front right, there was a purple ball of light.

That color was full of malice, unlike anything he had seen before.

Moby’s heart tightened suddenly.

He subconsciously turned his head in that direction, ”staring” at that ball of light.

A gasp came from the bushes.

A figure jumped up and turned to run.

Leon’s reaction was faster.

He kicked off with both legs, his whole body darting out like an eagle, catching up to the fleeing person in a few steps, and swept his greatsword horizontally.

The person screamed and fell to the ground.

”Tie them up and send them to the interrogation room.”

Leon handed his sword to the guard who had followed, but his gaze fell upon Moby.

He walked over, his eyes complex.

”Just now...”

He paused.

”Can you see?”

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