Chapter 843: Demonic Blood (2/2)
Of the survivors, ten possessed highgod strengths and the remaining possessed midgod strengths. Although the latter had just midgod strength, other than luck, they must have also possessed some unique abilities and talents or they wouldn’t have survived the Penta-elemental Undead Formation.
Han Shuo coldly groaned and in an intimidating voice, he threatened, “You have no other option! You will submit to my rule, or you will meet your end! Hurry up and decide!”
Upon finishing those words, the swarm of demon generals transformed into material state and surrounded them as though they were covered by an enormous dark dome. The dense swarm of demon generals was constantly flying about, dancing menacingly. It seemed as though they would descend on them at any moment.
“I, I will serve you!” Under the tremendous pressure, a heavily injured midgod’s willpower crumbled and became the first to pledge his allegiance to Han Shuo.
Usually, after the first person submits, the others would follow. One by one, the injured Fringedwellers stopped standing their ground and gave in. They knelt on one knee with their head low.
All those who dwelled in the Fringe were the worst of criminals from all over Elysium. They had nil morality or conscience. Those survivors understood that Han Shuo would do something to them to keep them under his control. They lowered their heads and waited for Han Shuo’s next action.
Drops after drops of Blood Essences flew out from Han Shuo’s palm. They looked as though spherical rubies as they spun and hovered in midair. They then flew to the thirty people and vanished into their napes.
Those survivors suddenly sensed that something seemed to have inserted itself into their divine souls. Then, at the next moment, their gazes towards Han Shuo started to turn friendly and respectful. The hatred buried deep under their heats started vanishing bit by bit…
“Master!” The survivor standing at the very front respectfully kowtowed at Han Shuo. He seemed very sincere.
“Master!... Master!... … “ One after another, the Fringedwellers cried and kowtowed before Han Shuo. All of their hatred and resentment towards Han Shuo vanished under the effect of his Demonic Blood.
Han Shuo nodded. He put on a satisfied smile and said, “You may rise. From now onwards, you are all my Demon Guards! Goron, you will lead them for now!”
“Thank you, Master!” respectfully replied the highgod of thunder who had severed Buzz and Bertha’s heads. Of all of Han Shuo’s newest followers, Goron was the only expert with late-stage highgod strength. Not only that he was formidable in strength, but he was also a vicious person with great acumen. From the fact that he switched sides at the last moment and backstabbed Buzz and Bertha, Han Shuo could tell that he was a person who knows how to adapt to circumstances and therefore most suited for the position.
The thirty drops of Blood Essences that entered their minds would gradually influence their divine soul and make their loyalty to Han Shuo grow stronger with each passing day. The Demonic Blood will not affect their strength, their intellect, or their ability to make decisions. It will make those people think that Han Shuo was their Master without any side effects.
“Hmm, some of you have more followers. Alright, I will give you all some time. Return to your bases and gather up all of your followers. I’ll give you further instructions later on. You midgods who don’t have your own base will follow Goron,” Han Shuo, standing high and proud, calmly instructed the brand new batch of Demon Guards kneeling before him.
The Demon Guards stood up, respectfully bowed at Han Shuo before going their own ways, dispersing in all directions. Those midgods followed Golon as Han Shuo had instructed. All those standing before Han Shuo vanished in a moment.
It was at this time that Han Shuo cast his eyes to the distance. He turned to Haruli who had been watching him with shining eyes. Han Shuo put on a calm smile and asked, “Haruli, are you interested to work for me?”
The last time that Han Shuo made the invitation, Haruli had not just disdainfully rejected him, but he also mocked Han Shuo, calling him a lunatic.
This time, however, Haruli did not immediately respond to the question and he can’t seem to make a decision. In the end, he put on a bitter smile and replied, “I need to think about it carefully. I’m having trouble accepting that I will be treated like how you treat Golon just now.”
The same day, the same question, but completely different responses!
“They tried to fight me. That is what they deserved!” Han Shuo put on a faint smile and continued, “If you willingly submit, you will not get this kind of treatment. You will maintain your full intellect, and - our relationship will be very different from that!”
Haruli was somewhat tempted by Han Shuo’s proposal but he did not immediately agree. He contemplated it for a moment before he replied, “Give me some time. I need to think about it carefully.”
Han Shuo nodded and replied, “Sure. But keep in mind that the longer you wait, the poorer the treatment you will get from me. Don’t take too long!”
Han Shuo then looked at the few other remaining forces and smiled. He asked, “What about you bunch? You have been watching for a while now. Any thoughts of joining my clan?”