Reaper of the Martial World

historical

Book 10: Chapter 44: Cold (2)

“Your devil path cultivators will be allowed to travel back and forth between my Chaos Universe. They may use it to train and improve themselves, and even hunt the embryonic infernal beasts that populate its space, but there will of course be payment and they will not be allowed to enter other areas of my domain without following certain procedures.

“Firstly, for any Infernal Beast hunted, 30% of its materials will be handed to my Sacharro Clan.

“Secondly, the resources of Chaos Universe are not up for use. Any chaos stones mined must be compensated for.”

Chaos stones were corrupted energy stones that could only be found in Chaos Universe. Their berserk energy was excellent for Body Refinement, as Dyon had come to find out.

He hadn’t been aware of these chaos stones before. But, after awaking his Immortal Sense, he could easily map out whole universes. So, he had made this discovery a few years ago.

“Trust me.” Dyon said with a smile that wasn’t a smile. “My Sacharro Clan has mapped out the whole of Chaos Universe. We know what’s where, and we know exactly how much is there. I hope Higher Existence Ravana will advise his people well.”

Without waiting for a response, Dyon continued.

“Thirdly, you will allow some of my people to enter Nightmare Palace. Of course, this won’t be for nothing. For every entry into Nightmare Palace you allow, that will be one more of your citizens that can enter the Devil Vein free of charge.”

Eldaernth shook his head. “I reject this. The benefits of Nightmare Palace are for a lifetime, while the benefits of the Devil Vein are finite. Every entry is worth at least ten thousand free entries to your Devil Vein.”

Dyon grinned. “One thousand.”

“Agreed.”

“Fourthly, you must let the Mathilde Clan go.”

The atmosphere turned cold once more.

“The Sacharro Clan is overstepping their bounds.”

“I’m sure you understand the importance of unity. How united is the Mathilde Clan with your Devil Quadrants? I wonder where the heart of their Clan Head lies.”

“This is not something for you to worry about.”

“Is that so…” Dyon muttered. “… Alright. I hope you don’t regret it in the future. But I should probably tell you that if we catch wind of the Mathilde Clan being oppressed, my wife won’t be very happy. And if she’s not happy, then I’m not happy. In such a situation, it would be hard to figure out just what would happen to the future of our alliance.”

Eldaernth’s eyes narrowed, but he said no more. He knew that Dyon was right, but how could he give up a Clan he had raised up so diligently?

“When the Ancient Battlefield enters its second phase and truly descends, we will jointly defend against their attacks. As long as you don’t betray us, we will do our very best to support you.

“You may be powerful, but the coming storm isn’t something you can tide alone. If you only had to protect yourself, it would be one matter. But, with so many relying on you, such a hope is foolish.”

“If you’d like us to be allies, shouldn’t you be more forthcoming with your Clan’s strength?”

Dyon pondered for a bit, tapping on the table for moment before responding.

“Aside from the Higher Existence you are already aware of, my Sacharro Clan has two others, in addition to another who has Higher Existence level strength. I don’t believe you care about the breakdown of those with lesser strength than this, correct?”

Of course, these two Higher Existences were actually Luna and the unicorn corpse puppet. Thanks to The Seal, Dyon was able to force his mind to trigger the image of a unicorn whenever anything related to a Higher Existence was mentioned. Like this, he was able to remember.

This solution wasn’t perfect, but it was the best he had.

As for the third, it was none other than his father-in-law, Sargeras.

With the exception of Luna who could theoretically become as powerful as the energy in her surroundings would allow, Dyon wasn’t sure if the others he mentioned could stack up to Higher Existence Ravana. However, their existence would have to be enough for now.

“And when will I meet these Higher Existences, exactly?”

Though his words were cool, it was clear he was unsatisfied. They sent a child to meet with him instead of coming personally? Wasn’t this just slapping his face?

“Well, you can meet one of them right now, if you so choose. But do you truly care?”

Eldaernth had to admit, he really didn’t. Maybe others would care for this matter of face, but he wouldn’t. All he cared about was strength, and even if it was only because of his powerful soul, Dyon was worthy of speaking with him at the very least. Those… secrets he exposed were enough to prove this fact.

“Good.” Dyon nodded. “That should conclude things, don’t you think? We only have to sign a soul contract and that will be all.”

Dyon’s words confirmed Eldaernth’s thoughts exactly. This youth truly did have a freakish soul if his Sacharro Clan dared to allow him to sign this contract with him.

“That’s not a problem, but I have a condition of my own.”

“Oh?” Dyon raised an eyebrow.

“No alliance is complete without marriage.”  

Dyon suddenly felt a headache coming along.