“On the day I attain supreme power, my blade shall carve through shadowed night till darkness yields to dawn’s first light.”
Shadow Nine’s words completely extinguished the Second Demon God’s killing intent.
It was a simple truth. He couldn’t kill Shadow Nine, and Shadow Nine had a real chance of reaching the supreme level. Once Shadow Nine became a Supreme Being, that lunatic would indeed be willing to risk everything!
With the combined threats from the three Supreme Beings and Shadow Nine’s message, the situation turned, and Gregory was safe. Just as the negotiations were about to resume, Gregory, facing the burly man adorned with bone ornaments-Shadow Three-spoke up.
“Swear that you never lie.”
Everyone: ???
Shadow Three was momentarily at a loss. Then, under everyone’s gaze, Gregory gritted his teeth and pulled out one of his own hairs.
The demon gods: … Are you doing this on purpose?
That’s too much!
“Today, let’s not talk about blades,” Both humanity and the demon race ignored his actions, officially starting the negotiations.
There were nine demon gods in total. Their bargaining chips were simple: non-participation in the war.
Since humanity was targeting the First, Third, Fourth, and Sixth Abyssal Planes, let them fight to their heart’s content! The other demon gods could stay out of it, provided humanity made certain concessions.
Each demon god had different conditions.
Starting with the Thirteenth Demon God, they spoke in turn. The Thirteenth Demon God
stated his condition, “Thor must swear by his own ID not to enter the Thirteenth Abyss for a hundred years.”
Mike, watching: ???
What does this have to do with me?! He was just watching the show, getting all excited, and suddenly found himself being used as a bargaining chip on the table.
Not entering the Thirteenth Abyss for a hundred years meant the Thirteenth Demon God would always be safe as long as he stayed on his home turf?
Before Mike could respond, Maxen in the Demon Emperor’s Hall nodded, “Agreed.”
He agreed on behalf of his friend!
Maxen calculated in his mind, “From now on, the specialties of the Thirteenth Abyss will be sold to Thor at a 50% markup, no, 100%!”
This was a win-win. Humanity won once, and Maxen won once. Thor lost big time.
Mike rolled his eyes helplessly, “Damn it, at least respect my opinion!”
Shadow Seven also rolled her eyes, grumbling, “What are they talking about? Only visuals, no sound…”
“Indeed,” Mike nodded, “It’s really annoying without sound.”
He continued watching the subtitles.
[Twelfth Demon God: Humanity withdraws their corps from the Twelfth Abyssal Plane, and both sides agree to a thirty-year non-aggression pact.]
The sword servant shook his head. Denied.
All matters concerning the Abyssal Plane’s corps were handled solely by Ares. The sword servant conveyed Ares’ will. Even the corps command center mostly cooperated with Ares, having advisory power but no decision-making authority.
The Twelfth Demon God was silent for a moment before speaking again, “Humanity retains their occupied areas, and we have a ten-year truce.”
The sword servant shook his head again.
The Twelfth Demon God had no choice but to state his bottom line, “A three-year truce, during which humanity can send out forces below Battle Lord tier for skirmishes, but both sides are prohibited from mobilizing forces of a hundred or more.”
The sword servant slashed out a “1.”
“One year it is!”
With a potential Supreme Being emerging, the situation was turbulent. Securing a year of respite was crucial for the Twelfth Demon God.
As long as humanity ceased their campaigns against the Abyssal Plane, his subordinates and Battle Lord-tier demon creatures could increase their output, enhancing his own strength. Thus, the Twelfth Demon God retreating repeatedly. From the initial thirty years, it shrank to just one year.
With the Twelfth Demon God’s agreement settled, the Eleventh Demon God stepped forward. “My conditions will be discussed privately. Send someone to the Eleventh Abyssal Plane.”
“Alright.”
Everyone’s eyes naturally fell on Maxen. Maxen nodded, “I’ll go.” He was used to it.
As the godson of two Supreme Beings, Maxen carried many titles and buffs. No demon god dared to touch him.
Gregory was crucial to humanity, and the Supreme Beings could issue threats and follow through without hesitation.
Maxen might not be as crucial to humanity, but he was very important to Morpheus and Ares.
That was enough.
The Eleventh Demon God’s projection fell at Maxen’s feet, taking him to the Eleventh Abyssal Plane for negotiations. Mike, watching, shook his head in disappointment. Why did he leave
just like that?
The Tenth Demon God: “I want half of [Vortexarchon’s] remains.”
Mike: ???
Vortexarchon is dead?
Mike’s vision filled with achievements, all records left by Vortexarchon. Mike couldn’t help
but marvel, Ares is truly amazing!
Joseph Windrider spoke, “The remains are gone, scattered.”
“I’ll take the ashes.”
|| ||
The negotiations were harmonious, with both sides ‘frankly’ and ‘amicably’ exchanging views. The demon gods were reasonable, daring to propose any conditions, asking for the
moon.
Humanity fought hard, unwilling to agree to anything, trying to get something for nothing. What left the deepest impression on Mike was the Fifth Demon God’s condition: “Kill me
within ten years!”
The Fifth Demon God’s projection was almost hysterical, spewing all sorts of profanities.
Shadow One, with a soft heart and a distaste for killing, extended the timeline, “A thousand
years!”
“Fifteen years! That’s my limit!” The Fifth Demon God stared intently at Shadow One. “Otherwise, I’ll go seek death from Ares. Let’s see how many strikes it takes for him to kill
me!”
The negotiations with the Fifth Demon God took a bizarre turn, making it hard for anyone to adapt. He was hell-bent on seeking death, while humanity, out of compassion, was reluctant
to kill him.
Mike, watching, slowly nodded, understanding the situation.
The Fifth Demon God was an Exiled Demon God. Killing him would return his essence to the Supreme Demon God, strengthening the Supreme Demon God!
For the Supreme Beings, demon gods were not the main concern; the Supreme Demon God was the real threat. They’d rather let the Fifth Demon God live than allow the Supreme Demon
God to grow stronger!
The negotiations progressed faster than Mike had anticipated. In fact, the abyssal demon gods came prepared, each with their own demands. Mike gradually saw through their intentions and couldn’t help but complain, “These demon gods are just here to take
advantage!”
No demon god wants to be the first to act. They never intended to participate in the great battle! They even relish seeing other demon gods weakened, so they can seize their territories
and resources…
This negotiation was a mutually beneficial arrangement for both sides. The negotiations
quickly approached their conclusion. The previously silent Second Demon God suddenly
spoke again,
“Is the Supreme Agreement still valid?”
Supreme Being Morpheus had once reached an agreement with the Supreme Demon God. Both
the Abyssal Plane and humanity had been operating within the framework of this agreement
for centuries.
The human powerhouses almost simultaneously nodded.
“Valid.”
This was the directive they had received, and it was the intention of the three Supreme Beings.
They had no intention of breaking the agreement for now. Receiving a positive response, the
Second Demon God snorted.
“Good.”
“Today, I want to see how you humans will use three corps to annihilate the Abyssal Plane!”