Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God

Chapter 2461 - 1086: Conspiring Out Loud (Part 3)

Although she had no way to threaten this envoy of Grazte, it was also not an easy task for the other party to catch up with her."You are the Hands of Slaughter?" Taharissi did not continue chasing, nor did she descend from the sky. Instead, she looked down at Gaven with an aloof, condescending posture.

"This is my territory. You actually dare to talk to me with that attitude? Get down here!" Gaven had no intention of indulging her temper.

Centered on the Skeleton Giant, Undead Slaughter Divine Power surged madly, instantly locking down the surrounding space and temporarily blocking Teleportation and flight.

Taharissi immediately lost control and plummeted toward the ground.

This Six-fingered Demon Descendant was no ordinary person; even when faced with a sudden situation, she remained calm and composed, directly spreading her Demon Wings, shifting into a gliding posture, Hovering in circles several times before gliding down from the air.

Taharissi showed her competitive side. After landing, her height doubled as if in an instant; in just a few seconds she entered a Super Giant state, no less imposing than the Skeleton Giant, at least able to meet its gaze on equal terms.

This was her Godhood Form at work.

"I wonder what brings you here from so far away, my lady?" Gaven asked, pretending not to know.

Taharissi said sternly, "Jackalweres King Yenogu has already sworn allegiance to Lord Ubar. Retreating your troops is the wise choice. If you persist in your stubbornness, it will be regarded as a provocation against Lord Ubar, and we will intervene in this war."

"It’s not impossible if you want me to stop the war, but what do I get out of it?" Gaven countered.

"Lord Ubar’s friendship." Taharissi replied with an incomparably arrogant expression.

"Ha..." Hearing this answer, Gaven almost burst out laughing.

Not only Prince Ubar himself, but even his subordinates had long grown accustomed to overpowering others with sheer势, believing that as long as their envoy arrived, the other side ought to tremble all over and grovel before them, and must not raise any doubts—especially an intruder like him with no foundation.

But thinking about it carefully, there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with the other party holding such a lofty attitude.

Who is Prince Grazte of the Ubar?

One of the Abyssal Three Giants of the Bottomless Abyss, the only Demon Lord who possesses three territories, a terrifying existence on par with Strong Divine Power.

If he stomps his foot, the entire Bottomless Abyss will tremble three times over.

And he himself was just an obscure intruder; forcing Jackalweres King Yenogu into a corner was not his merit alone, but the result of combined forces from the Queen of the Succubi, the King of the Minotaurs, the Ghoul King, and many others.

At best, he was just a fuse. For Grazte to send an envoy was already giving him tremendous face; he ought to be moved to tears with gratitude.

"I hold Lord Ubar in respect, but I’m afraid I cannot accept your terms." Gaven replied with neither humility nor arrogance. "If you came only to convey this decree, you have already done so. You may leave now."

If it had been some other conditions, Gaven might have considered playing along, halting his campaign against the Jackalweres King for the time being, but this touched his very foundation.

Only by taking this place could he truly gain a foothold in the Bottomless Abyss and execute his next step.

And as it happened, that plan was precisely related to Grazte.

The Bottomless Abyss was incomparably vast, yet incomparably small; the various Demon Lords were all interlinked.

The fact that the other side had come knocking might look like coincidence, but in truth it was inevitable.

"You are courting death." Even though Gaven could not see Taharissi’s expression, he could feel the shift in her mood.

Only the shift was not exactly what Gaven had expected. It wasn’t simply anger; there seemed to be some other things mixed in.

"If I agree to Lord Ubar, I would equally be courting death. Do you think Yenogu would let me go?" Gaven replied calmly. "Yenogu’s Realm—I’m taking it."

"By yourself alone, do you really think you can swallow it?"

"Whether I can swallow it is my business, no need for you to worry, my lady."

"I heard you come from Felen. I wonder if you’ve heard of the Wealth Goddess Woken?"

Their conversation had been growing more and more rigid, locked in a head-to-head standoff, when Taharissi suddenly shifted the topic, jumping straight to something Gaven had never expected.

Hearing the name Wealth Goddess Woken, Gaven felt his heart skip a beat.

Could it be that the news of his intention to rescue the Goddess of Wealth had already leaked?

No.

This plan existed only in his mind; he had never discussed it with anyone, much less put it into action.

At least on the surface he had nothing to do with the Wealth Goddess Woken; he was simply developing his own forces and expanding his influence.

Even if Prince Grazte of the Ubar were more capable, he hadn’t reached the level of peering directly into people’s hearts.

The other party might merely be making associations because he hailed from Felen.

Gaven quickly worked through the key points, adjusted his mindset, and said half-truthfully, "Of course I’ve heard of her. But during The Year of Upheaval, she disappeared. To this day no one knows her whereabouts, and her Divine Position has been temporarily handled by the Joy Goddess.

I don’t know why my lady asks this question—could it be you know where the Wealth Goddess Woken is?"

Taharissi’s answer was completely beyond Gaven’s expectations. "I not only know the whereabouts of the Wealth Goddess Woken, I have recently made contact with her. She is currently imprisoned within Lord Ubar’s own domain."

This answer threw Gaven completely off balance. What was the point of telling him this?

Was it some sort of test?

After all, she was the envoy of a Demon Lord adept at Conspiracy and schemes, with endless methods; Gaven could not help but overthink.

He could only keep playing dumb and asked, "Why does my lady tell me this? What does it have to do with me withdrawing my troops?"

"I wish to ask you to help me free the Wealth Goddess." Taharissi replied.

"Ha..." Gaven couldn’t help but laugh aloud. "My lady’s words are a bit contradictory, don’t you think? First you want me to pull back my army, and now you want me to help you free the Wealth Goddess Woken. Does Lord Ubar know and approve of this?"

The more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt.

Who plots treason by shouting it out loud? And the treason is against her own master, no less?

Besides, this sort of probing method was a bit too clumsy.