Chapter 798 - 398: Insect Emperor (Part 2)

Chapter 798: Chapter 398: Insect Emperor (Part 2)

However, the current battlefield remains balanced; it just requires the Hell Side to add a bit more force to push out the threat to an acceptable level, thus buying more time.

"Um.. Your Majesty... You... deceived me..."

A voice resonated within the soul, dull yet tinged with a hint of anger, as if questioning, yet also trying to convince itself.

A slight fluctuation of Soul Power shimmered across Baiyi’s body surface, and a gentle radiance emerged.

"Deceived you? When did I deceive you? You are overthinking."

"Con...tract..."

"Isn’t the contract clearly written? Here, look at this clause, the other party cannot harm another contract holder in any form, see?" A book appeared in Baiyi’s hand.

It was the already signed contract. Though with his current Soul Power, he couldn’t directly tear the contract apart, materializing it was no issue.

He gently placed the book in front of a massive head.

The Flame Demon was lying flat, but his chest to his pelvis had been neatly cut open. The internal organs weren’t missing, rather something extra had been added.

Blood dripped from the operating table to the floor, then was transported through fine veins into the increasing number of cocoons, allowing every Warrior to contain the blood of their future Insect Emperor.

Baiyi pointed to a section of text in the black book and softly said, "I have not triggered the contract penalty, which means our current operation isn’t defined as harm."

"Pain..."

The Flame Demon, overwhelmed by excruciating pain, couldn’t think further. He vaguely felt something was amiss but didn’t know what.

Baiyi’s contract was a thick tome. Though a Legendary could remember everything at a glance, the Flame Demon couldn’t focus on recalling his memories amidst the pain.

He had a vague sense he’d seen it before, yet felt something was off.

Baiyi ignored him, speaking to himself: "You were going to be defeated originally, you don’t disagree with this, right?"

Still without waiting for an answer, Baiyi’s gentle voice was filled with temptation: "In other words, you can no longer gain more Rules about flame, isn’t that so?"

"You, like the long years of the past, will remain forever stuck at Tier Ten Legendary, forever struggling in your Abyss until a higher being forcibly requisitions your dimension, making you cannon fodder in the Divine War?"

"Think of the past Earth Abyss Battlefield, how many Tier Ten Legendaries like you were buried there? A thousand? Or ten thousand? Perhaps a hundred thousand?"

"Friend, the Abyss is vast, without entering Taboo, you are merely an ant; only in Taboo do you qualify to contend with God, to even have the... qualification to live."

Baiyi subtly shifted his tone: "So, Barro, since this transformation didn’t cause harm, doesn’t it mean I have no Malice?"

Seeing the pained Flame Demon prepared to respond, Baiyi interjected again: "Don’t hurry with the answer, think about the Forbidden Power I’ve bestowed upon you, and then consider the Insect Emperor you saw, even the Ancient Gods dare not contend with it, it’s truly the pinnacle of Power."

"An entity without Malice is ready to give you the world’s top Power; the most frightening thought in your consciousness is being controlled by me."

"But that won’t happen, look at this page, it’s clearly written in the contract that [the contract holder cannot impose any Restriction on you.]"

"Doesn’t this clause seem familiar to you? Since you can’t become a slave and won’t die in this cooperation, what are you resisting?"

"Isn’t Taboo the Power you’ve dreamed of?"

Baiyi’s voice softened, his whispers infused with more Soul Power, gently soothing Barro’s pain: "Why resist now that it’s before you?"

"I... umm... no... umm..."

Barro’s response was fragmented, emotions somewhat agitated, as if trying to refute something.

"Don’t rush, feel the pain, feel the scream within the pain, do you sense many consciousnesses?"

"Um... pain... yes..."

"These are your Warriors, now, as you respond to them, your pain will be shared among all Warriors, you’ll resonate with them, you will be their... King! The only King."

Barro’s remaining slivers of thought followed Baiyi’s words to feel. In his consciousness, stars were lit up one by one, blood and fire blossomed within, alongside images of endless digging and endless production.

He could feel that within these existences flowed his blood, a huge sense of satisfaction rose within him.

He felt support and authority, clearly sensing that at his command, the Warriors would obey unconditionally.

Yet... why did these Warriors... seem so flimsy?

"Do you feel it?"

"I... feel it..."

"Do they feel like something’s missing?"

"Yes..."

Baiyi’s expression slightly relaxed, many Alchemy Inscriptions burst from his body, isolating the exterior of some aura.

At the same time, a puddle of flesh appeared not far away.

Boom~

A massive pressure brought the volcano to a halt, before any reaction, the surrounding Alchemy Inscriptions instantly adhered to this lump of flesh, concealing its divinity.

Baiyi didn’t use Alex’s body but rather another Divine Corpse, bearing more on the bizarre side.

Though this God was relatively weak, combined with the traits of the Insect Race, it sufficed for some of Baiyi’s purposes.

The Contract Tea doesn’t need the other party to confirm the contract’s contents, yet it generates two nearly identical contracts.

But Baiyi would never truly offer the contract holder fairness, so he altered one or two symbols in each term; these symbols in specific choice of words altered the meaning of a sentence.

His hand released, and his contract reattached to his Soul.

Baiyi smiled, saying: "They lack their King."

"You must perceive closely, try commanding them, currently only you can perceive them, but they can’t perceive you; your senses must interconnect."

"Alright... trying..."

"Don’t rush, take it slowly, I’ll assist you, such as this..."

Baiyi reached out, Alchemy Inscriptions shimmered, and a mass of the Ancient God’s flesh flew over, quietly hovering beside the Flame Demon’s heart.

In Barro’s consciousness, a star slightly brightened, establishing a connection with him.

Instantly, an overwhelming sense of domination filled his mind.

Desires grew, ambitions swelled, at this moment, nothing concerning worries or life and death mattered.

This Insect Hive had produced millions of Warriors, and the absolute submission of these Warriors made Barro immensely pleased.

All beings bowed, everyone would obey his command.

The soft whispers of the void sounded ceaselessly.

"We are still at war now, King, don’t use your authority yet, I shall grant you greater authority and more Power..."

"Understood." Barro casually said.

Feeling each of his Warriors fall and more Warriors emerge, he felt immense satisfaction, especially now, even Baiyi called him King, swelling his vanity, for he was someone who even killed Gods.

Baiyi smiled and continued cutting the Divine Corpse.

The little accident was resolved; hopefully, those interruption-causing toxins could hold for a bit longer.

Also hoping... the arrogance of the Fallen Angels would help him achieve his goal perfectly....

He wanted not just here.

Speed had to be increased....

Baiyi pondered, as certain Godly flesh began to dissipate, evenly descending into every cocoon.

He prepared to create elite units.

No matter how Barro chose, the Insect Emperor would ultimately become one envisioned in golden carapace on this path of the Insect Emperor.

In this Underworld now, personal mighty strength counted more than an insect tide.

Thus, the only characteristic of the Insect Race’s elite units was singular.

Energy storage and burst.

Everything else could be slightly weaker.

Boom~

A faint fluctuation erupted in another Dimension.

Baiyi was momentarily taken aback.

Yet continued his movements unconcernedly.

One of the four battlefields was shattered.

But it mattered little, the remaining three battlefields’ Blood Qi and Energy should suffice.

Even... attempts could be made to expand the battlefield further.

The only variable was Pu Sheng out there.

Now, Feiya should be a little more compliant....

Boom~

A communicator appeared, edited, sent.