Chapter 352 – Tricking (1/2)

“Hahaha, a Demon King, now this is a big fish!” Together, Reck and Lucas stepped out of the secluded space.

“Two little men who have not even reached Celestial level dare to take liberties with me?” Demon King Scorching Sun was shocked at first but immediately settled his hanging heart after assessing the newcomers’ strength and laughed coldly, wanting to attack.

“Demon King Scorching Sun, you’re dying soon yet you can’t even feel it!” Reck suddenly shouted.

“Hm? Enlighten me the meaning of your words?” Demon King Scorching Sun was somewhat nervous upon seeing that Reck was serious and looked around carefully. After finding that there was no one else, the demon instantly sneered.

“Can’t you see? We’ve been here to especially wait for you.” Lucas shook his head and sighed.

“And what can you two do?” asked Demon King Scorching Sun.

“What if we’re acting on the order of Marshal Ferotiger?” Reck slowly said.

“Marshal Ferotiger? He’s here?” Scorching Sun was terrified. He immediately got ready to escape.

“Don't worry, he didn't come, or you would have been dead by now,” Reck comforted.

“What are you getting at?” Demon King Scorching Sun could not help but ask.

“Our marshal let us relay his words to you: either return to the Demon realm or submit to us. Otherwise, we’ll destroy the Death Altar and thwart you completely,” Reck primly announced.

“Hahaha, this is the funniest joke I’ve heard in thousands of years. Destroy the Death Altar? With just you?” Demon King Scorching Sun faced upwards and burst out laughing.

“Of course we can't with just us two, but what if we throw in some Heavenshake Thunder Cannons?” Reck gesticulated. “Currently there are 3,000 Heavenshake Thunder Cannons aiming right at the Death Altar. Once you refuse, they’ll instantly open fire and completely destroy it. At that time, you guys will collapse along with your energy source without us having to even move a finger. Demon King Scorching Sun, my words end here. You may think twice about it.”

“3,000 Heavenshake Thunder Cannons? I don't believe it. The cost of making those is expensive and the materials are extremely rare. It’s already nice enough for an ordinary city to have one in its defense. But gathering 3,000? I don’t think so,” Demon King Scorching Sun growled.

“What if I said that our king especially approved their mobilization?” Lucas snorted. “In order to transport 3,000 Heavenshake Thunder Cannons from the Imperial City and hide them here, I only managed after exhausting all the energy in the Space Sonic. Demon King Scorching Sun, let’s just cut the crap. Live or die, your choice.”

“This…” Demon King Scorching Sun hesitated. Although he was a Demon King and his strength was much higher than Lucas, his inability to look into a secluded dimension prevented him from verifying the old man’s words. If the other party was telling the truth, even five of the Demon Kings together wouldn’t be able to stop a round of attacks from 3,000 Heavenshake Thunder Cannons all at once.

Heavenshake Thunder Cannons were refined with the bones of Celestial-tier Heavenshake Thunder Beasts, engraved with countless magic formations on their surface that cost a scary amount of materials. Once fully powered, one of these cannons could heavily injure Celestial experts and posed a threat to a Divine one. If 3,000 of them fired all at once, unless the Demon Emperor came in person, it would be impossible for the five of them to defend the altar.

“Humph, I don't believe you. If you really had so many Heavenshake Thunder Cannons, you would have killed us in one go instead of being here spouting nonsense with me. If anything, the Heavenshake Thunder Beasts are Celestial monsters. Even if you slaughter their entire race, you wouldn’t gather 3,000 skeletons. What do you have to craft 3,000?” Demon King Scorching Sun suddenly turned hostile, ready to attack the two old men.

“Geez, if you must persist.” Reck shook his head and sighed.

“Death is right around the corner and he’s still ignorant. Old Reck, let’s stop wasting time with him and inform the marshal to fire.” Lucas tore open a space rift, wanting to leave.

“Wait.” Demon King Scorching Sun stretched out his hand to stop them with a clouded face.

“Is there anything else?” Lucas looked impatiently at Scorching Sun. “I’ve already conveyed what our marshal said, it’s up to you whether you believe it or not.”

“Let me see the cannons first,” Demon King Scorching Sun uttered with difficulty.

“Can’t. They’re well hidden for fear that you demons would find and destroy them. If you want to see them, you’ll get to as much as you want when they fire,” Reck replied.

“Why inform us then? Isn’t it better to destroy the Death Altar right away?” Demon King Scorching Sun asked.

“Humph, if we can’t just kill you five before destroying the Death Altar, you lot go crazy for revenge before your death along with the altar. The marshal and those like him aren’t afraid of that, but not ordinary soldiers. That’s why we’re giving you a choice in order to avoid innocent casualties. As long as you leave Heavens Scar, the marshal won’t give the order to fire.” Reck's face was full of compassion. “Demon King Scorching Sun, if nothing else, think for your kin, your brethren; think of why they left the Demon realm for this place. They shouldn’t die in vain because of your selfishness. A true warrior dies on the battlefield, not slaughtered because of their leaders’ mistakes.”

“This… I… You, wait a moment, let me think it over.” There was a layer of sweat seeping out on Demon King Scorching Sun's forehead.

Lying on the ground, Fatty had nothing but worship on his face. Terrific! These two old fellows evolved again, fooling a Divine expert to this degree. That’s right, isn’t Reck is an Alchemy Grandmaster? This fellow didn't sell dogskin plasters1 before he became famous, did he?

Catching Fatty’s bizarre gaze, Reck viciously glared back. If it weren't for you brat, us oldies wouldn’t have to take such a big risk of tricking a Demon King. This is a God-tier expert who can extinguish several of us all with a wave of his hand, alright?

“I must get your marshal's promise not to destroy the Death Altar before I agree to leave, or I’d rather struggle to death together,” Demon King Scorching Sun suddenly shouted.

“Our marshal has already made the promise,” Lucas said.

“No, I want him to swear in the name of the emperor of your Central Dynasty that he will never destroy the Death Altar after we recede.” Demon King Scorching Sun said. Their life force was linked with the Death Altar. If it got destroyed after they returned to the Demon realm, they’d still die.