[War Demon God] is extremely lucky that when he deliberately pretended to come here today, his face was not projected. Otherwise, even if it was covered by his weird demon face full of pimples and scars, he would probably lose control of his expression management.
A god-king is hard enough.
Even for a natural god-king like the tree god Surman, who is not too powerful and has no allies, it took hundreds of years for the plague player to destroy its foundation in order to plot against it.
Not to mention a dozen god kings.
If anyone else had said that, he, the mighty Demon God of War, would have definitely taken it as fart.
The sad thing is that he is the demon god who was slapped in the face!
He had no doubt that as long as he dared to reveal his true form that day, those unreasonable lunatics would definitely arrest him at all costs. Then it would be him who would be thrown in to pull the boat, not that loser Butis.
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He didn't care why his former watchdog Botis was missing, he just needed to make sure Mark didn't bluff him.
Before coming, they, a group of overly shrewd evil sect bosses, had already discussed that it was not worthwhile to confront Mark head-on. They also estimated that Mark would probably not be able to obtain support from the god kings of the outside world at any time.
Mark is here, and whoever dares to attack Mark will face the wrath of the God King.
There is no reason for this.
Among the evil gods of the monkey spirit, who is willing to do such a destructive thing as sacrificing oneself for the enemy?
You can chat, but you can only talk about fifty cents.
Now Mark's attitude is that he is willing to talk, which gives the War Demon God hope.
"Oh? What if the targets of the non-attack are only you and your god-level subordinates?" The War Demon God subtly changed his title. Given his status, he could only speak politely.
"That's...another price!" Mark pointed out.
The War Demon is not the Angry Demon. [War] can also be a warmonger. Since the War Demon knows that he can start a war, but it is not his turn to decide when the war will end, so for him who has been handed this job, it is not
It would be ideal to start a war.
Now that both parties have the intention to tentatively cooperate, let's talk.
This kind of gossiping, unless it is a matter of eagerness for quick results, will never come down to the big boss personally spitting out words and shouting at each other as if swearing.
The [War Demon God]'s will has receded, and he has agreed to send someone to talk tomorrow.
Over there a Knight of the Apocalypse was sent, and here Mark sent Bishop Albert.
Bishop Albert actually had a toothache and didn't want to take on this job.
"I'm afraid that if I send someone else, he will be mentally contaminated! Rosalind is quite suitable."
The eldest young master's woman cannot be used as cannon fodder.
Albert could only accept it bravely: "So, what is your bottom line?"
"The last [War Stone] is definitely in his hands. Even if it's not there, he knows where to get it. I want that, and the other artifacts, or [Book of Knowledge], I can get as many as I can."
Mark drew a line.
Lao De couldn't help it anymore: "No, if the twin goddesses really need you..."
Mark rolled his eyes at his cheap grandfather: "Do you think they would agree to cross half a continent to the Wright Capital based on my combat power here?"
"this……"
If the God of War dares to show his courtesy first and attack later, he must not be afraid of Mark and his forces running away at will.
Teleportation is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and the cost of teleporting the gods is not small. Thirdly, half of the gods under Mark are non-combat art gods, and their teleportation skills are weaker than those of combat types.
Interception. Once they are separated, the evil gods can intercept them in space.
So for the rest of the regular route, do you think there are millions of cultists outside surrounding the port of San Marino?
Lao De was still a little unwilling: "But..."
"Grandpa, you don't think that my fighting power here can affect the battle situation over there with the Twin Goddess, do you?"
"Well."
On Mark's side, no matter how strong his financial strength is, it is just a clever move, and it is impossible for the evil faction not to guard against him.
Since Mark was in such a good mood to trick the War Demon, the other party happened to need Mark's 'neutrality'. Finally, after some wrangling, the two parties reached a god-level covenant.
The four apocalyptic demons over there, headed by the 'War Demon', reached the following contract with Mark - Unless Mark is formally attacked by the evil alliance, he and his subordinates will not openly join the camp of the Twin Goddess and their allies. As a price,
[War Demon God] is willing to pay Mark a [Sky War Stone], three weak neutral camp artifacts, including a incomplete [Book of Secrets].
The artifacts are true, but these three artifacts are all left behind by a lost god from the last thousand years.
It’s true that there are no evil thoughts attached to it, but these things, even Mark’s system test, are full of question marks. Unless an opportunity arises, the value of this thing will remain on paper.
This is also the highest price the evil sect is willing to pay.
Everyone knows that this contract is full of loopholes, and no matter which party signed it, it was signed in the spirit of "abandonment of the contract."
There is only one certainty that both parties signed this contract for the purpose of putting pressure on the twin goddesses.
From the moment the contract was signed, the cultists' spies lurking in the Wright Capital began to cause trouble, preaching that the Mark camp had abandoned them and that there would be no reinforcements from the Wright Capital and the Twin Church.
And Mark expressed the same attitude - if you don't come, you won't be able to keep your last bit of property.
The news spread to the Twin Kingdom.
The goddess of light was so angry that she threw the pot on the spot: "That brat! He looked like he was determined to defeat our sisters! I, I must kill him——"
"Oh? Really? When are you going to do it? I also want to stab him thousands of times." The goddess of the night played with a sharp dagger, and a look of dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes: "Huh! It's a waste that I took so much care of him.
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It's one thing to complain in anger.
It's another thing to see the facts clearly.
Don’t forget, Albert is still the Bishop of Light. He doesn’t even need the Goddess of Light’s orders. He keeps the entire contract in his mind and entrusts it to the Goddess of Light in his dreams.
From another angle, he told them that Mark had more than enough self-preservation but not enough initiative. His little wealth was not enough to cross the continent to save the situation. Of course, his fellow villagers were another story.
"Sister! Have you noticed that that little beast Mark didn't increase the price?"
"Yes, he didn't." The goddess of the night gritted her teeth.
On Mark's side, Muse rarely teased him: "Oh, it's really rare. I thought you would also mention the price over there?"
"Don't talk nonsense, men are always devoted to goddesses!"
If you are not a time traveler, you may not understand this joke.
On the Caribbean, two digits of mermaids were swimming in the swimming pool, admiring the silvery surface of the pool under the sun. Mark smiled: "Oh, the world of gods does not necessarily have to fight and kill. Be happy.
How about a silver pool party?"
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ps: On the fifth day, I can’t say that my condition has recovered, I can only write some words to prove that I am still alive.