Chapter 988: The Throne of Blood (1/2)
The Eternal Flame hadn’t expected that he would encounter such a hard-line. After a moment of silence, he raised two fingers. “I want two extra quotas.”
Noxus and Medanzo were surprised at the small demand. After communicating telepathically, the warlord asked, “Do you have demands as to the order of entry for those two quotas?”
“I’ll decide that later, all I want are two extra quotas. We can take time to discuss the compensation for them.”
The number one bigwig under the Demon Emperor was merely asking for two extra quotas, and personally, no less. Noxus and Medanzo would have agreed even if there wasn’t any compensation in the equation, let alone with. Considering the Eternal Flame’s identity, the compensation he was mentioning naturally wouldn’t be small, perhaps worth even more than the two quotas they were supposed to relinquish. Noxus and Medanzo were quite curious as to whom these two quotas would go to.
But the Eternal Flame might not reply even if they had asked. “Fine, two quotas it is then.”
The Eternal Flame laughed deeply. “It’s settled then. I’ll go with you to the neutral lands and stay there for three days. That brat on the Throne of Blood shouldn’t do anything disrespectful to me.”
Medanzo’s expression became somewhat unsightly.
The master of the Throne of Blood was a vampire. With how hierarchal their bloodlines were, he shouldn’t be able to bring out his full power before Medanzo. It should be the Lightless Monarch the throne was most respectful of. Nonetheless, the truth was that the Lightless Monarch could offer no deterrence against him. He had suffered gravely back in the year and almost fell to the Shattered Moment. Presently, that person had matured even further and the battleground was in the neutral lands—even Medanzo wouldn’t dare to claim he could win.
Hence, from a certain perspective, the existence of the Throne of Blood was a big humiliation to the vampire race. Fortunately, it was the Evernight alliance that he had defeated back in the year, killing many experts from other races with his Grand Magnum. It just so happened that Lilith was in deep sleep back then, otherwise, the vampire race would’ve mobilized in full force to destroy the Throne of Blood.
The Eternal Flame mentioning this matter seemed like he was putting in some effort toward seizing the passage, but he was also mocking Medanzo while he was at it.
The atmosphere turned disagreeable at the mention of this. The great monarchs returned to their airships, and the three fleets continued on their way toward the neutral lands.
It was clear that the vampire fleet was the strongest among the three, while the demonkin’s was less than half that on paper. Despite that, the demonkin fleet flew alongside the other two all the time without falling behind in the slightest. In the Evernight world where strength commanded respect, this was undoubtedly an establishment of the Eternal Flame’s might. The meaning behind was that he had no fear of fleets even double the size of his own.
Medanzo’s expression was ashen. All subordinates naturally understood that the monarch was in a bad mood. They each found reasons to hide somewhere far away, lest the man takes his anger out on them. In the blink of an eye, the hall was completely empty.
It was at this time that Noxus’ projection appeared in front of him. The arachne warlord was just as distressed. “The demonkin are too overbearing!”
Medanzo said with a gloomy expression, “He’s the Eternal Flame, and he holds the demonkin Magnum. What are we to do?”
Noxus said, “The Arachne Empress gave strict orders to get as many of the quotas as possible, they’re going to be very important. What did the Queen of the Night say?”
Medanzo replied, “The Great Queen of the Night has been in deep sleep all this time. All she instructed me to do before her slumber was to find the Eye of Control as quickly as I can.”
Noxus said, “That means she’s still brooding over what happened back then.”
Medanzo replied, “He’s disappeared for so many years. He should have died in the depths of the void, right? Otherwise, it’s time for him to return and sleep in the blood pond. Is it really worth spending all these resources on a dead person? Humph, and she’s actually paying more attention to Habsburg, a little bloke who’s just ascended to prince rank.”
Noxus could hear the dissatisfaction in Medanzo’s voice, but he wasn’t willing to step further into this mess of a topic. Every character on the Sacred Mountain possessed indescribably terrifying power. As the youngest warlord of the arachne race, Noxus had no intention of encroaching on such taboos. Medanzo was one of the vampire race’s oldest great dark monarchs. He had lived long enough to dare utter some complaints.
Noxus sighed. “No matter what, the Eternal Flame and his Grand Magnum can indeed suppress us one on one. This is why he’s so arrogant. It wouldn’t be his turn to be so arrogant if we hadn’t forced Andruil away.”
Medanzo snorted with an ugly expression. If one were to discuss the vampire race’s record of shame, the Black-Winged Monarch’s disappearance was even superior to the Throne of Blood. Andruil vanishing at the peak of his life was the biggest enigma of the Evernight world. As one of the top characters of the faction, Noxus knew quite a few of these secrets.
It was now Medanzo’s turn to divert the topic. “Since the Eternal Flame has suggested compensation, what do you think we should demand?”
Noxus gave it some thought. “As I see it, a large amount of strategic materials would be suitable, demonic steel, for instance.”