Second Abyssal Plane, Demon Emperor’s Hall.
After the demon gods and the human race reached an agreement, the demon gods would remain mere spectators, no matter what happened next. However, this didn’t stop them from closely monitoring the battle’s progress.
The armrest of the second demon god’s throne was originally carved with a pitch-black raven. The raven statue came to life, circled above the throne, and then flew away.
“Whoosh-”
The sound of the raven in the air brought reports from the Abyssal front line.
“Nightmare, Valor Sword, and Hurricane corps are attacking the Fourth Abyssal Plane!”
“Leaders: Joseph Windrider, Shadow Two, Cedric Blackwell…”
Many human powerhouses stayed in the Demon Emperor’s Hall, waiting for the battle’s outcome.
Contrary to the demon gods’ expectations, this battle would be over quickly-much faster than anyone anticipated.
A swift and decisive victory. It might end as soon as it began!
Shadow Seven scratched his head anxiously. The live broadcast of the negotiations was as still as a frozen frame.
Earlier, there had been at least some facial expressions and body language, making it a silent film at best. Now, it was just a photo.
Shadow Seven glanced at Deathsinger beside him and found him watching intently, thoroughly entertained.
“Of course, every person at the negotiation table is a legendary figure to Deathsinger,” Shadow Seven quickly understood why Deathsinger was so engrossed. “Deathsinger has a heart that yearns to grow stronger. That’s good!”
Shadow Seven didn’t disturb Deathsinger, letting him continue to observe these legendary figures.
In Mike’s view, reports kept coming in.
[3 minutes and 16 seconds into the battle, Valor Sword Corps defeated the Burning Corps!] [Cedric Blackwell defeated the Burning Corps commander!]
[4 minutes and 8 seconds into the battle, Nightmare Corps defeated the Bone Corps!]
[Shadow Two and Joseph Windrider teamed up and wiped out all Battle Chief-level forces of the Bone Corps!]
[6 minutes and 12 seconds into the battle, Hurricane Corps defeated the Winter Corps]
[…]
The atmosphere in the Demon Emperor’s Hall of the Second Abyssal Plane was extremely tense. With each report the raven brought back, the demon gods’ faces grew darker.
The human corps were advancing too quickly. Less than ten minutes into the battle, they had already crushed five demon race corps head-on!
This kind of overwhelming advantage had only appeared three times in history. Each time, it was because a potential Supreme Being personally went to the battlefield to achieve such brilliant results!
“Is Thor on the battlefield?!”
Some demon gods even exclaimed, “It’s only been a few days, and he dares to step onto the Abyssal battlefield?”
The thirteenth demon god coldly said, “This time is different. I can feel it. This potential Supreme Being is different from the previous three!”
“What’s different?”
The second demon god snorted disdainfully, “This is the fate of the human race. No matter how many potential Supreme Beings they produce, the outcome will be the same.”
He looked outside and muttered to himself, “Thor wouldn’t go to the battlefield unless Apollo wants him dead. So, it must be the human Supreme Beings or Thor. One of them must have created some secret technique or skill to gain such an advantage.”
He withdrew his gaze, no longer paying attention to the battlefield’s situation.
There was no need to watch anymore; the result was already clear. Watching further would be a waste of time. The Fourth Abyssal Plane was already lost.
Some demon gods were still unwilling to accept reality, unable to understand why the Fourth Abyssal Plane had fallen so quickly!
“As long as the demon god doesn’t die, the Abyssal Plane won’t perish!”
The relationship between the Abyssal Plane and the demon gods was complex. Simply put, when a demon god dies, a new one will soon be born in the Abyssal Plane. As long as the demon god is alive, the Abyssal Plane will never be purified or conquered.
To conquer the Abyssal Plane, one must kill the demon god or sever the connection between the demon god and the Abyssal Plane to completely purify the abyss.
The human corps were indeed fierce, but that alone wasn’t enough!
Even if they swept through the Fourth Abyssal Plane a thousand times, it would be useless if they didn’t kill the fourth demon god. The Fourth Abyssal Plane would continue to produce demon creatures endlessly.
Because of this, the demon gods still held a sliver of hope. As long as the fourth demon god wasn’t dead, the Fourth Abyssal Plane wouldn’t be purified!
“A bunch of insects!”
The second demon god sat on his throne, too angry to speak. He often felt unlucky to be of the same race as such brainless creatures. How could he aspire to the supreme position with such a group of idiots? He should have been born as a human and become a potential Supreme
Being!
“The human race has put in so much effort, and in less than fifteen minutes, they’re about to conquer the Fourth Abyssal Plane.”
The second demon god sneered inwardly, “Do you think the human race will spare the fourth demon god?!”
What a bunch of pig-headed teammates!
The second demon god ckly calculated his mind, “The purpose of this battle is to clear the obstacles for Thor. The third, fourth, and sixth demon gods are all Exiled Demon Gods. The third is the tongue, the fourth is the eye, and the sixth is the nose. Which one corresponds
to Thor’s talent?”
“Please don’t be the eye…”
While the second demon god was lost in thought, new bad news arrived, and the hall erupted
in cheers.
“Report-”
“Cedric Blackwell led three corps to conquer the Fourth Abyssal Plane. The Fourth Abyssal Plane has returned to the Tower of Truth.”
“Our race has won a great victory!”
As the battle report came in, the human powerhouses present celebrated wildly. Even Professor Gregory’s face was full of smiles.
The second demon god’s face darkened. He slammed the armrest and shouted, “Enough!”
“Guards!”
A group of demon race guards immediately surrounded the hall.
“You blind fools!”
The second demon god scolded mercilessly, “Can’t you see our dear human friends have just returned victorious? Hurry up and prepare a banquet to celebrate their victory!”
After all, it wasn’t him who died today. The second demon god wasn’t sad; he was even a bit
happy. The struggle between the two races was a struggle for resources. The second demon god saw far enough and high enough to accommodate a meal. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
Everyone: …
For a moment, they were at a loss. They were celebrating the conquest of the Fourth Abyssal Plane, and the second demon god wanted to treat them to a meal? What was this? Foreskin stood up, righteously saying, “What do you take us humans for? We have strict regulations while on duty, unlike your lax ways!”
He took out a set of rules and pointed to the clauses, “Each person’s hospitality standard cannot exceed 3800 gold coins. Meals are allowed, but no sexual services, and no alcohol.”
Second demon god: …
“I understand.”
Foreskin added, “Also, we practice individual dining.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t eat after all. You can go back to where you came from.”
“How can the dignified second demon god go back on his word?!”
Watching the live broadcast, Mike’s expression was strange. The atmosphere was getting
twisted. The Fourth Abyssal Plane was still in battle, and the Second Abyssal Plane was already starting a victory banquet. What kind of operation was this?! Which side was he on?
At the banquet, everyone drank juice and chatted, the atmosphere very harmonious. There was no trace of the previous tension.
Just minutes ago, they were on the verge of killing Professor Gregory. Now, Maxen had already clinked glasses with the second demon god three times.
Hearing about the banquet, Maxen hurried back and sat closest to the second demon god.
The juice had a tingling sensation, but Maxen felt that free stuff always tasted better. He patted the second demon god’s shoulder, “You’re pretty good. I’ll tell my godfather to delay
slashing you.”
The second demon god held back for a long time and finally said, “Ugh…Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. We’re all friends here. Come on, another round!”
At the banquet, most Battle Lords calmly ate various foods. The Abyssal Plane’s food posed
no threat to them, and the second demon god wouldn’t tamper with such things. Gregory Blackwell was different; some things could kill him with just one bite. So, he ate the food prepared by the human race: three dishes and a soup, two meat and one vegetable. After finishing his meal, Gregory Blackwell turned to Shadow Three. Shadow Three hadn’t
touched the food in front of him.
“I have a question.” Shadow Three bowed, “Ask away.”
“You said earlier that Shadow Nine asked you to relay a message, [On the day I attain supreme power, my blade shall carve through shadowed night till darkness yields to dawn’s first light],
right?”
“Yes.”
The atmosphere in the hall cooled down, and everyone focused on the conversation. Even the second demon god squinted his eyes, waiting for the next part.
Gregory Blackwell continued, “Where did he copy that from?”
Shadow Three answered honestly, “He paid a novelist to write it, then gave them hush money
and Memory Sealed them.”
“I have another question.”
Gregory Blackwell blinked, “If I walk out of here unscathed, and Shadow Nine really attains
supreme power, what will he do?”
Shadow Three grabbed a cup of juice, threw the whole cup into his mouth, chewed it up along
with the juice, and swallowed. He grinned again, “Shadow Nine guessed you’d ask that.”
“He said ” Shadow Nine’s exact words were: “Whether Gregory lives or dies, what does that have to do with me killing demon gods?”