There were five members of the Morrow family. Four had become Guardian Shadows, and three of them were Blood Shadows.
This was the true reason behind Blaze Morrow’s inability to break through!
He’s strength had been stifled, trapped at Chief tier, unable to take that final step.
As he saw the three Blood Shadows, buried memories resurfaced…
Blaze Morrow’s eyes were bloodshot, his gaze filled with anguish.
Before the three Blood Shadows could react, an old man descended from the sky, landing before them.
The faint crimson aura surrounding them was slowly drawn away.
The red markings on the old man’s face grew more prominent, more intricate.
Mike, having witnessed this once before, nodded, understanding what was happening.
These Blood Shadows had lost control due to a flaw in the Guardian Shadow’s initial design. The earliest Shadows were the most susceptible to losing control.
And Terenas was like a bug fix, a patch specifically designed to address the Blood Shadow problem.
But in the process of dealing with Blood Shadows, Terenas himself had gained a new burden… It would take some time for Terenas to purify three Blood Shadows at once.
Mike took this opportunity to observe the battlefield below.
“Huh?”
He let out a surprised sound.
Blaze’s position was at the forefront of the human defenses.
But compared to the rest of the front line, there were way too many demon creatures here!
From his vantage point, he could see that the concentration of demon creatures was three to five times higher than elsewhere.
Initially, he had assumed it was because of Blaze.
But then he noticed two familiar faces among the defenders:
Kaelum and Anderson!
Blaze’s attacks were primarily fire-based. While he was incinerating demon creatures, Kaelum was practically being roasted alive.
“I’m never going on a mission with Blaze again,” Kaelum grumbled, dousing himself and Anderson with cold water. Steam billowed from them, turning the bunker into a sauna. Mike noticed something else.
Anderson seemed to be a magnet for demon creatures.
Every time he entered the Abyss, he was targeted.
It had been the same in the Suture Abyss, where Anderson had repeatedly found himself in danger.
Mike filed this information away, planning to investigate later.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the Fifth Demon God.”
Mike spotted a familiar figure, radiating demonic energy, standing at the edge of the battlefield.
“A few hours ago, you were practically begging to die. What happened?” Mike taunted.
With Shadow Three by his side, he was fearless.
Besides, the Fifth Demon God was still suicidal.
He had no interest in killing Thor.
If Thor became a Supreme Being, he might even do him a favor and kill him someday!
“Hmph.”
The Fifth Demon God snorted, turning to leave.
“Hold it right there, Demon God!”
Mike unleashed his trump card, motioning for Shadow Three to follow him.
He had a score to settle with the Fifth Demon God.
“Thor, if you’re here to ask for money, forget it!” The Fifth Demon God eyed Mike warily, sensing trouble.
He did want to die.
But Thor’s asking price was outrageous! 2 to the power of 30? That was an unimaginable sum.
“I’m here for a different kind of payment. Don’t worry, it’s much less than 2 to the power of 30.” Mike’s voice was righteous. “You’re a demon, I’m human. We’re enemies. This is purely a business transaction.”
The Fifth Demon God: “…”
Mike pulled out a calculator, his expression serious. “Let’s talk about the three hundred years of unpaid childcare, formula, nutrition, diapers… When are you planning to settle that debt?”
The Fifth Demon God: ???
“Did I drink your formula?”
What the hell?!
Even if this was a robbery, there had to be a legitimate reason!
Besides, in the Abyss, apart from Supreme Beings, he feared no one!
Was Shadow Three really that impressive?
“You didn’t drink it, but your son did!”
“Considering the lifespan of demons, they’re still infants, right?”
The Fifth Demon God was speechless. Shadow Three chimed in helpfully. “If we convert their
age to human years, Bad Man and Bad Woman are only eight years old.”
“See? I’ve been taking care of your eight-year-old children for three hundred years, and you haven’t paid a single cent. That’s not right.”
The Fifth Demon God’s expression darkened. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice
cold.
“Name your price.”
“Three hundred years, let’s say 1 Lord merit per day. 365 * 300 + 25, a total of 109,525 Lord
merits.”
A nice, round number. Reasonable and fair.
“That’s 109,525 Lord merits for Shadow Two’s childcare expenses.”
“Fine.”
The Fifth Demon God nodded, reaching out with his hand.
He grabbed three Nine-Star Lord tier demon creatures, crushing them in his grasp.
He extracted their Abyssal source and Abyssal Pearls.
“You humans reward 37,000 Lord merits for killing a Nine-Star demon Lord. I killed three.
Keep the change.”
Mike was impressed by the Fifth Demon God’s unorthodox payment method.
That worked?
To be honest, the Abyssal source and Abyssal Pearls were worth far more than 109,525 Lord
merits.
“No, I insist on giving you your change.” Mike, feeling generous, waved his hand dismissively. “Thor always believes in fair trade. No funny business!”
He wrote a check for 1,475 Lord merits and handed it to the Fifth Demon God.
The Fifth Demon God accepted the check, surprised.
Wasn’t Thor supposed to be greedy?
Why was he paying so readily?
Was this even the real Thor?
Then, he saw the details on the check and fell silent.
The amount was correct.
But the redemption date… was 100 years in the future!
The Fifth Demon God let out a sigh. “Why didn’t you just write 1,000 years?”
“Next time, for sure.”
After pocketing the two Abyssal Pearls, Mike stopped the Fifth Demon God from leaving. “I have someone here with extensive experience in bankrupting Demon Cults. A top talent you
might find useful…”
A few minutes later, they struck another deal.
The Fifth Demon God agreed to hire Michael, the professional talent, to manage the Fifth
Demon Cult for an annual salary of 36,000 Lord merits.
Both parties were satisfied with the deal, except for Michael.
Mike returned to Michael, clapping him on the shoulder. “I have an undercover mission for
you…”
Michael looked at Thor, his eyes welling up. “Can I say no?”
“36,000 Lord merits per year…”
“It’s not about the money!”
“An annual budget of 1 million Lord merits…”
“I have principles!”
“I’ll make you a Nine-Star Lord within three years.”
Michael puffed out his chest. “Consider it done!”
