bayedsolid Chapter 1192 Choice
Chapter 1192 Choice
In a certain city within the territory of the Evil Nether Clan.
A high-ranking general of the Evil Nether Clan, Oseris, slumped in a chair in his residence, tilting his head back and chugging a bottle of murky liquor. His once resolute face was now filled with a decadent drunkenness, and his eyes were cloudy.
He was a general of the Evil Netherworld Clan whose extraordinary level was at the ninth stage of the Apocalypse Realm.
A few days ago, the news that the All Races Summit had restarted a new round of resource competition had reached the ears of the remaining nobles of the Evil Nether Race.
Since the fall of Hades Black Yama and the razing of Hades City to the ground, the remaining lords and nobles of the Evil Underworld Clan have long since become a scattered mess.
Those nobles who were fighting each other for the remaining territory and the illusory throne were terrified when they heard that the first competition after the restart of the All Races Summit was to come and attack them. They all retreated back to their respective territories and city-states and dared not come out.
This is the rule of this world of myriad races! The Evil Nether Race, originally ranked sixth among all races, declined overnight and became nothing more than fish on the chopping block of all races! They became fat sheep to be devoured!
Those people from the Light Alliance claim that this campaign to quell the war is to help the Evil Nether Race rebuild peace, but in reality, it's all about dividing up the Evil Nether Race's territory and resources! They want to occupy the Evil Nether Race's land!
Moreover, once they occupy the territory of the Evil Nether Clan, all the Evil Nether Clan members will surely become their slaves!
Oseris had already seen through all of this. But now, the entire Evil Nether Clan had fallen apart, and facing the powerful figures of all the major races, they simply had no strength left to resist.
"General!"
At this moment, a soldier from the Evil Nether Clan rushed in from outside, his pupils trembling and his voice trembling: "The first round of the competition at the restarted Ten Thousand Races Summit has begun... All the major races have sent their own strongmen to attack... The ones coming towards our city seem to be the Rat Spirit Clan, led by their president, Rat King!"
“Rat King…” Osiris’s fingers tightened around the wine glass, his knuckles turning white from the force. His drunken face was a complex mix of disappointment, despair, and a burning rage of humiliation.
The soldier said, "Rat King just sent a message through Deep Blue. He said... if we are willing to surrender, submit to him, sign a soul contract with him, and pledge eternal loyalty, he might spare our lives..."
"...This is outrageous!" Osiris gritted his teeth and said, "Swearing allegiance to him, that sounds nice! He just wants us to be his vassals, his loyal followers! He also wants to seize our money, our territory, and our women!"
In the past, the Evil Nether Clan would never have taken the Rat Spirit Clan, a race ranked only twenty-eighth among all races, seriously.
But now... the Evil Nether Clan can't even find a decent Saint Realm expert, so they're no match for the Rat Spirit Clan...
As a Soul Emperor realm expert, Rat King alone could probably wipe out their entire city!
“General, you’re right.” The Netherworld soldier hesitated for a moment before saying, “Then why don’t we try to unite with other Netherworld noble city-states? If we resist together, we might have a chance of winning! After all, it seems that the rules of this competition only allow each race to send three people! If we unite, we still have a chance of winning!”
Oseris shook his head dejectedly, his voice hoarse: "It's impossible... The current Evil Nether Clan is a disorganized mess, with no one capable of taking the lead... Moreover, we just had a civil war, and now we are enemies, with the blood and lives of each other's relatives on our hands! We were only forced to stop fighting because all the races are coming to attack us, how could we possibly unite?"
The soldier's face turned ashen after hearing this: "So, are we really just supposed to stay here and wait for them to come and wipe us out?"
"Ugh......"
Osiris sighed heavily: "Now, there are basically only two choices: either wait to become their prisoners, submit to the Rat King, become slaves to those rat spirits, and have their homes and wives seized by them... or go out and die in battle, but there's almost no chance of winning..."
Soldier: "So, what is your choice...?"
Oseris gritted his teeth and remained silent for a moment, seemingly engaged in a fierce internal struggle.
The wine glass in his hand was trembling slightly, as if it would shatter if he exerted even a little more force.
Death... or slavery?
"Who says there's no chance of winning?" A cold, almost emotionless voice suddenly rang out from nowhere.
Osiris's heart skipped a beat: "Who is it?! Show yourself!"
call--!
A dense, impenetrable mass of black energy appeared out of nowhere, rapidly swirling and condensing in the center of the room. It gradually took on a human form, eventually becoming a man wearing a hydra mask, a katana at his waist, and dressed in the attire of the Sun Wheel Clan.
It was Muraki.
“You are…” Osiris’s pupils contracted as he recognized him: “The traitor who slaughtered the entire royal family of the Sunwheel Clan in one night, Muraki of the Sunwheel Clan?”
"It's me," Muraki replied calmly, then said, "I originally thought that as a dark race, your Evil Nether Clan should at least have some fighting spirit, regardless of your combat strength. I didn't expect you to be a bunch of cowardly good-for-nothings who actually hesitated and were tempted to become human slaves."
"...What the hell did you say?!" Osiris's eyes darkened, and he crushed the wine glass in his hand in an instant. He sneered, "Hmph, you Sunwheel Clan actually have the nerve to talk to me like that? Haven't you been vassals of the Demon Clan for over a thousand years?"
"That's why I killed the Sun Wheel Holy Emperor, who was willing to be the dog of the demon race until his death."
Muraki said it casually.
"..." Osiris was speechless for a moment, unable to say anything.
"You just said that we don't have no chance of winning?"
Osiris stared at him with his dark eyes and said, "What do you mean by that? You have a way to make us win?"
“Of course, you alone are not enough,” Muraki said calmly. “But if you are willing to submit to me and become my subordinates, I am willing to help you kill Rat Lord.”
"Be your subordinate?" Osiris scoffed. "Then aren't you just like Rat King?"
“Of course it’s different.” Muraki’s voice, hidden beneath his black iron mask, was so cold and hard it barely moved: “As my subordinates, at least you won’t have to sign any soul contract with me, and I won’t take over your wives or territory.”
Osiris's eyes flickered: "Are you serious?"
“I have no interest in those things. What I lack now is an army that I can command at will,” Muraki said. “Of course, what I lack are men with guts and the courage to fight, not a bunch of cowards. You have to fight the Rat Spirits first and prove to me that you are at least fearless warriors of the dark race. Of course, I can guarantee you victory in this battle.”
Upon hearing this, Osiris lowered his head and pondered for a long time.
Now that he has reached a dead end, he doesn't need to think too much about this choice, although he doesn't know how credible the man in front of him is.
But if I believe him, at least there's a glimmer of hope...
“…Fine!” He let out a low growl, gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice, “If you can really do it, I’ll be your subordinate!”
......
Gene company.
"Chairman, the first round of competition after the restart of the Myriad Races Summit has begun, and the strongmen of each race have all headed to the territory of the Evil Nether Race."
Carl said, "The territory of the Evil Nether Clan is an important strategic hub for our company, and it hides many core secrets... If it were occupied by other races, it would be a great disadvantage to the company."
The chairman snorted and said, "Don't worry, they can't take it over."
"Oh?" Karl raised an eyebrow curiously.
Before they could ask any further questions, the two sensed a powerful and strange divine force!
hum!
A vast, chilling, and eerie divine power, completely different from the aura of the Five Elements Gods, descended without warning! Like invisible ice water, it instantly permeated the entire space, causing Karl's hair to stand on end!
The chairman's deep eyes narrowed suddenly, his sharp gaze sweeping over the shadow in the center of the room: "Since you're here, show yourself."
call--!
Dense shadows gathered and surged like living things! The next second, a peerless figure stepped gracefully out of the shadows and hovered in mid-air.
Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her scarlet pupils resembled burning blood diamonds, and her exquisitely beautiful face carried an air of nobility and coldness that looked down upon all living beings—she was none other than Mo Nanxi, the High Priestess of the Extreme Yin Temple.
Behind her, several gloomy, fallen priests followed closely, including the old man and middle-aged man who had appeared earlier.
Karl looked at these menacing newcomers, his gaze sweeping over their distinctive fallen priest robes, and pondered for a moment: "You are... apostles of the rebellious god of extreme yin, and divine sorcerers of the Fallen Priests' Temple?"
“Mo Nanxi.” The chairman stared at Mo Nanxi, who was at the head of the group, and calmly read out the name. “It’s been a long time. I didn’t expect that after all these years, your Fallen Gods’ Palace would still exist under the suppression of the Five Elements Gods.”
Karl's eyes showed surprise.
The chairman knew this woman before?
Mo Nanxi's gaze also fell on the chairman, and she said calmly, "How could those elemental puppets created temporarily by the gods by the Five Elements Gods possibly destroy us? Our Extreme Yin God Palace has only been keeping a low profile and secretly developing its power over the years, waiting for the right opportunity, which is why we haven't been showing up on the map of the myriad races."
"Hehe." Chairman: "So you think the time is right now?"
“Of course.” Mo Nanxi said calmly, “The gods of light are about to fall, and the Lord of Yin will soon take over this world that has been ravaged by the gods.”
"Is that so?" The chairman leaned back slightly, his hands clasped in front of his abdomen, his posture still composed. "In that case, what brings you here today?"
Mo Nanxi's blood-red eyes narrowed dangerously: "How many of the stone tablets of the Heavenly Dao prophecy have you found?"
"The prophecy tablet?" Chairman: "What prophecy tablet?"
"..." Mo Nanxi paused, then said expressionlessly, "It seems you're planning to play dumb with me."
"I really don't know what this 'Heavenly Prophecy Tablet' you're talking about is," the chairman shrugged, looking completely at ease.
“You’d better think this through, Chairman of Gene Company.” Mo Nanxi’s beautiful eyes seemed to reveal a chilling glint: “What would be the consequences of standing against the Lord of Extreme Yin as the new world’s master is about to arrive?”
"You should defeat the Light Gods first," the chairman chuckled. "Right now, you've only severed the connection between the Five Element Gods and the Divine Realm. It's too early for me to take sides before things have even settled down."
Mo Nanxi was silent for a moment, then stared at him with a scrutinizing gaze and said, "I know that you are so confident in speaking to the Lord of Extreme Yin because of the Heavenly Dao power you unexpectedly obtained."
"Hmm?" The chairman raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat puzzled.
"Do you think I don't know?" Mo Nanxi sneered, "The one who destroyed the Underworld City with the power of Heaven's Dao was not Ye Ge, but your gene company, right? What are you trying to hide?"
Chairman: "......"
This woman... has she gotten something wrong?
How did she come to this conclusion?
If he possessed the power of the Heavenly Dao, why would the company bother with all that research?
"I don't know what methods you used to obtain this ancient forbidden power," Mo Nanxi sneered. "But don't think you can use this power to threaten the Lord of Extreme Yin! From ancient times to the present, apart from the Creator God Heavenly Dao and the three divine beasts of the Primordial Ancestor, you know in your heart what kind of end result all those who tried to dabble in the forbidden power of Heavenly Dao had."
Mo Nanxi believes that even if the gene company now possesses the power of the Heavenly Dao, it still certainly cannot truly and completely use or control this power.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have accidentally blown up his own underworld city.
"..."
The chairman frowned slightly.
What exactly is this woman saying?
It feels like someone set him up.
"You'd better think this through yourself," Mo Nanxi said indifferently. "Submit to the Lord of Extreme Yin, hand over the prophecy tablet and this power, and when the Lord of Extreme Yin descends, you might be granted an opportunity to retain some power and control resources in the new order. Otherwise... hehe..."
Before the words were finished, Mo Nanxi and the fallen priests behind her suddenly became ethereal, like ink paintings blending into the shadows, disappearing silently from their original spot, leaving only the chilling aura of divine power that made one's heart tremble slowly dissipating.
Karl's face was full of confusion and bewilderment as he looked at the chairman: "Chairman, what exactly did this Yin-Yang High Priestess mean just now? Why did she say that we have obtained the power of the Heavenly Dao?"
The chairman remained silent for a long while before saying, "I don't know... It feels like someone is smearing us behind our backs..."