Chaos Devourer System - Chapter 435

Chapter 435: Negotiating With The Three Ultimate Giarans 1
“I want to kill him…” Sylvia said, whilst clicking against her tongue.

“That known, I think we can get to the reason why I have risked death and come to meet you here today,” Zeras said out loud as their brows all narrowed at him in focus.

“Honestly, I have come here only to find a solution to the sake of your problems. You Giarans have a problem, a pretty big one…” Zeras said out loudly, as another vein popped on Roaryie’s head and D’arvey’s eyes twitched repeatedly.

“And I, Zeras, have a solution to your problem…” Zeras said confidently causing an unbelieving grin to appear on their faces.

“And what is that?” D’arvey asked but watched as Zeras raised a hand.

“But first, a seat, to make everything fair…” Zeras said with a smile as Roaryie jumped up from his seat in anger.

“You low-life, you do not qualify to sit before us…”

“Ok. That’s fine. Guess, you’re not interested in my solution then. Well, it was nice seeing all of your faces…” Zeras said as he turned back and walked away unhurriedly to the exit.

VROOOOOM

Suddenly, the sound of the air getting blown apart echoed throughout the hall as D’arvey flung a seat behind him towards Zeras and with such amazing control that the seat skidded to a stop just an inch from him,

“You really are very reasonable…” Zeras said as he took the seat, and sat down comfortably.

“Now this looks like a proper discussion between four gentlemen…” Zeras mused to himself with a chuckle.

“I’m not a gentleman. So now that you have what you want. Can you get to the point?” Sylvia asked, her patience already waning.

“Ahhh, OK. Fine…” Zeras said and immediately he sat upright, his playfulness instantly fading away into nothing, and he began radiating the natural pressure of a sane Chaos devourer. A change so noticeable even the Three Giarans could tell, this was now the monster that could slaughter their people with reckless abandon.

“I have learned of the reason why you Giarans have come to the lower realms. It is said that you’re looking for a person to participate in the Prodigies War Event. Somebody with a bloodline purity of over 70%.”

“And which traitor told you that!?” Roaryie asked out loud as Zeras rolled his eyes at him.

“You truly are muscle-headed. How will they know I’m a human and not a Giaran like them? Have you forgotten the reason why you want to dice me up?” Zeras asked looking at him like he was a fool as Roaryie’s eyebrows furrowed and he calculated everything in his head before he sat his ass down back on his seat, grunting in dissatisfaction.

“And why did you, a murderer, suddenly decide to help us? How do you even plan on helping us in the first place…” D’arvey asked instead as Zeras tapped his finger on the armrest.

“You see there’s much you don’t know about me. I’m a very compassionate existence…”

“Bull shit! Compassionate, my ass. Your kill count is already going to 2000 Giarans already…” Roaryie roared out loud and Zera’s irritation finally reached its peak.

“Tch, haven’t you killed 100 times that number in your lifetime? Or do you think I don’t know that those warriors in your domain are the souls of the people that you have killed?” Zeras asked as shock appeared on Roaryie’s face.

“There are a total of 600,000 Warrior soul guards in your domain, every one of them being a life that had once lived. You bastard, have killed a total of 600,000 souls and now you point your devil-forsaken finger on my nose for killing 2000 of your people? Are you really so muscle-headed?” Zeras asked as a vein popped on his head in anger.

He hated trash people like Roaryie who pretended to be sages. The man had killed over 600,000 souls already, yet he had repeatedly called him monster because he killed 2000. Just how ridiculous can he be?

“Every soul that I have taken, I have an important reason for them. Unlike you who killed innocent civilians…” Roaryie defended as Zeras laughed mockingly.

“A good reason? A good reason you say? You venture into world after world, killing them because of your good cause. You decided to slaughter all the humans just so one of them can have an appropriate brainwashing. How many races have you killed on your way here, just for a good reason?

And now I’m a monster for killing your people when you invaded my territory in the first place. What am I supposed to do? Sit down and watch you experiment on me because of my unique ability. And if I die, it was a worthy death, because of your own greater good?” Zeras asked as the three Giarans remained silent.

“That’s enough. Continue to your point.” D’arvey interrupted.

“I would have if this idiot can just stop interrupting me every damn second…” Zeras mocked mercilessly as veins popped on Roaryie’s face.

“You piece of…”

“That’s enough Roaryie!” The order blasted into Roaryie’s ear from none other than D’arvey who gave him a deadly serious gaze.

“Not any more word, Roaryie…” D’arvey said as he closed on all six eyes, his hands robbing on his forehead.

“Why have you been siding with the alien, D’arvey? He slaughtered our people!” Roaryie roared out loud in anger and slowly D’arvey stood up as he slowly walked towards Roarie, a listless expression on his face.

“When we left the clan, Roaryie. Do you remember the goal? We’re to bring back the person with a bloodline purity of 70%, One greatly indebted and willing to help us. We have found her, but to let her remain indebted to us, we have chosen to slaughter her people and tweak her memory so she would be grateful to us for having saved her from her dangerous race.

That’s not saintly, Roaryie. And now they’ve locked themselves up in that barrier and we have spent close to two fucking years now trying to break that fucking barrier. Do you think when we break that barrier, the humans will simply sit down and let us cut off their heads?

Do you think they’ve simply been sitting their ass down doing nothing but watching us breaking the barrier? Answer Me, Roaryie!!”