Just call me Thor - Chapter 157

Chapter 157: Negotiations
The eight demon god projections and the one demon god in the flesh all locked their killing intent on Gregory.

The demon gods reached a consensus: kill Gregory first, then negotiate!

If humanity refused to negotiate, then there would be no negotiation.

Just as they were about to act, the Demon Emperor’s Hall suddenly shook. A sword energy slashed inward.

Mike, watching, was puzzled. Did Ares make a move?!

Clearly, this sword energy didn’t come from Ares.

A swordsman had entered the Demon Emperor’s Hall, slashing twice. The two sword strikes carved an Arabic numeral: [10] on the ground.

Shadow Seven eagerly explained to Mike, “Sword servants never speak; they always express themselves through their swords.”

“Writing a ten, what does that mean?” Mike feigned ignorance, giving Shadow Seven a chance to shine.

Shadow Seven’s smile widened, feeling the intellectual gap between her and Deathsinger had narrowed. “It means if these demon gods dare to target Professor Gregory, the Supreme Being will randomly slash ten times at the abyssal demon gods.”

“Oh, that’s what it means!” Mike ‘suddenly understood.’

On the screen, the appearance of the sword servant made several demon god projections retreat. They abandoned their intent to kill Gregory and returned to their original positions.

“Hmph,” the Second Demon God snorted, “Ares, how many more times can he strike? Can he still slash ten times?”

Clearly, he didn’t take Ares’ threat seriously. After all, his strength was the highest, and it would be other demon gods who would die.

At that moment, Maxen walked into the Demon Emperor’s Hall as if he were returning home.

Shadow Seven introduced him to Mike, “This is a close friend of mine, a straightforward person, generous, wealthy, and fierce in battle!”

Mike nodded, agreeing, “Impressive, impressive.”

Straightforward, generous, fierce in battle—these three points Mike believed.

But… wealthy?

Maxen was practically bankrupt!

Boom—

Maxen casually threw his giant sword on the ground, looking around, not putting the nine demon god projections in his eyes.

Demon gods, so what? He had a whole set of demon god remains at home; had he ever shown off?

Maxen cleared his throat and looked at the Second Demon God, “My godfather said, if anyone dares to touch Gregory today, he’ll make an exception and visit the Abyssal Plane to have a heart-to-heart with his ‘old friends’ and check on their sleep quality.”

The demon gods were silent. After a moment, the Second Demon God asked knowingly, “Which godfather?”

“First Godfather!” Maxen said confidently. With a Supreme Being as his godfather, he had no fear!

Morpheus… The nightmare of all old demon gods, a name the new generation of Primordial Demon Gods would never understand.

Only the Exiled Demon Gods and the old Primordial Demon Gods had a deep, unforgettable understanding of this name.

Among humanity’s three Supreme Beings:

Morpheus, the trailblazer.

Ares, the revivalist.

Apollo, the sustainer.

Of the three, Morpheus had the hardest task! Neither Ares nor Apollo could have done better than Morpheus.

When ‘First Godfather’ was mentioned, the temperature in the Demon Emperor’s Hall seemed to drop a few degrees. The projection of the Fifth Demon God suddenly disintegrated.

…

Tens of thousands of miles away, in the Fifth Abyssal Plane, the Fifth Demon God fell from his throne.

His massive, terrifying body writhed on the ground, clutching his head, his expression twisted in agony, banging his head against everything.

He babbled incoherently, “He’s back, he’s back!”

“A nightmare, I’ve had this nightmare for a hundred and seventy years! Why won’t it end!”

“Kill me! Kill me!”

“Let me return to the supreme existence, let me die!” His head smashed into the ground, shaking the entire palace. His screams were heart-wrenching, even carrying a hint of sobbing.

The guards watching from afar looked grim. Clearly, this wasn’t the first time this had happened. The great demon god was having nightmares again.

…

Back in the Second Abyssal Plane, in the Demon Emperor’s Hall, Maxen’s timely arrival and his ‘First Godfather’s’ words nearly turned the tide.

All the demon god projections retreated, unwilling to provoke two Supreme Beings. Except for the Second Demon God.

His true form remained seated on the throne, his killing intent still locked on Gregory. This negotiation was arranged by him and held on his turf, all for Gregory!

The threats from two Supreme Beings weren’t enough to deter the Second Demon God’s killing intent. Most people might not know, but the Second Demon God was well aware that those two Supreme Beings were in dire straits.

To him, their threats were mere bluffs.

If Ares’ sword could truly hit the Second Demon God, he would have been dead long ago. Similarly, if Morpheus could enter the Abyssal Plane, he would have done so already! The Morpheus the Second Demon God knew never hesitated to kill demon gods.

The Second Demon God had no choice! No demon god understood how terrifying Gregory could be better than him!

If Gregory’s talent awakened a second time, even if it was a B-grade talent, humanity could pour resources into making him a ninth-tier Battle Lord!

A level 60 Gregory was already worth sending Battle Lords to assassinate. What about at level 980? The Second Demon God couldn’t rest easy without eliminating him!

Just as the Second Demon God was about to act, and Joseph was preparing to flee with Professor Gregory, two unexpected guests arrived at the Demon Emperor’s Hall.

“Are you done yet?” The Second Demon God snorted, “Do you think this is a place where you can come and go as you please?!”

The two newcomers weren’t even together. Standing at the entrance of the hall, a refined middle-aged man and a burly man covered in bone ornaments were politely offering each other the chance to go first.

“Please, after you.”

“No, you first.”

The middle-aged man bowed slightly, smiling, “I believe you should go in first.”

The burly man shook his head, “Shadow Nine said the last one to enter is the heavyweight.”

The middle-aged man smiling, “You should go first.”

The burly man pulled out a wolf-tooth bone club, raising it high and aiming at the middle-aged man’s head, “If you don’t go in now, you won’t need to go in at all.”

The middle-aged man sighed and walked into the hall. “Mystic Market Manager Foreskin, greetings to all.”

Foreskin?! Seeing him, Mike raised an eyebrow.

What was Foreskin doing here? Delivering a message for Apollo?

The previous two Supreme Beings hadn’t come in person; they had just sent messages. But Mike couldn’t think of what Apollo might say.

“Maybe he’ll call them pigs?” That would be quite a scene.

Foreskin finished his greeting and spoke again, “My boss has a message for you all.”

“Oh?” The Second Demon God leaned forward slightly, curious and wary. He didn’t care about Ares and Morpheus’ words, but Apollo was different. Apollo was a potential threat to his life!

Moreover, Apollo’s mystery wasn’t just for humanity; even the Abyssal Plane found this Supreme Being enigmatic.

The only certainty was that he was very strong.

The Second Demon God, like Mike, was curious about what Apollo would say.

“My boss says—” Foreskin cleared his throat, mimicking Apollo’s tone, “Don’t be boring.”

With just one sentence, half of the Second Demon God’s killing intent dissipated. He hesitated. If Apollo entered the Abyssal Plane to kill him now, the Second Demon God would surely die! But at the same time, Apollo would pay a heavy price.

The slumbering Supreme Demon God wasn’t so kind; he would seize any opportunity to kill a human Supreme Being!

A life-for-a-life with Apollo? If successful, the Supreme Demon God would revive him….

As he hesitated, a new sound echoed in the hall.

Wind chimes? No, bone chimes. The crisp sound of bones clinking together announced the arrival of the burly man adorned with white bone ornaments. He casually pushed Foreskin to the corner.

“Shadow Nine guessed you had bad intentions and sent me with…”

The Second Demon God’s anger was reaching its peak, cutting off the burly man’s words. “Do human powerhouses only deliver messages? Let them come and talk to me themselves!”

“Are you sure?” The burly man looked at the Second Demon God, a small black box appearing in his palm, “I’ll invite Shadow Nine right now.”

The Second Demon God: “…”

Not playing by the rules! I was just joking, how could you take it seriously! Put that little thing down, who are you trying to scare!

The Second Demon God’s eyes darkened, and he spat out a sentence through gritted teeth, “Continue.”

“Shadow Nine said, if Gregory loses a single hair…” The burly man’s mouth stretched into an exaggerated grin, almost inhuman, reaching his ears, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth as he repeated Shadow Nine’s words.

Shadow Nine said: “On the day I attain supreme power, my blade shall carve through shadowed night till darkness yields to dawn’s first light.”