Chapter 167: The Gods’ Guess, Gathering Faith
In addition to the numerous structures lining the streets of Chaos City, a vast array of aircraft can be seen soaring through the skies. Buses, flying cars, and other vehicles traverse the metropolis, carrying demon gods to various destinations across the city.
Chaos City is simply too immense. After transforming into the city, even demon gods found their movement significantly hindered, necessitating the use of transportation to traverse its vast expanse.
Of course, the most prominent reason was their growing laziness. With such a convenient and free transportation system available, why should they bother moving on their own?
Over time, taking public transport became second nature to many demon gods.
"Take me to Mechanic Street."
A mining base robot immediately hailed a flying taxi, heading straight toward the district where the machine race resided. This area was one of the most prosperous and bustling parts of the mechanical civilization.
"Haha! Tonight, we must have a good drink. When men drink motor oil, it must be steel-flavored—strong enough with an endless aftertaste!"
A heavy truck laughed heartily.
"Nonsense! Drinking metal-flavored motor oil is the mark of a noble and wealthy robot," an unmanned survey machine scoffed.
"Get lost! Mixed engine oil has the best taste. I'll have the bartender mix me a special blend," an excavator interjected, already reminiscing about the experience.
"A bunch of ignorant fools. No wonder you're all poor. The true luxury is 10,000-year-old diamond motor oil—diamonds are eternal, and so is a single drop of it," sneered a drill robot.