Chapter 2575 - 1124: Desperate Pursuit and Escape (Part 3)
Already at his wits’ end, Baron Blood cursed under his breath. Nonetheless, he adhered to the agreement and first teleported to the Sanguine Forest, placing his hope on this unreliable demon ally.
"Huh! Why not intercept? Given up? Or coming up with another trick?" Gaven immediately sensed something unusual, becoming deeply suspicious instead.
The most terrifying enemy isn’t the one chasing you down, but the one who retreats into the shadows, with no one knowing what he’s scheming.
"Give up, you cannot escape. As long as you hand over the contract of the Goddess of Wealth, I will honor the new contract and let you go." A voice abruptly entered Gaven’s mind, resounding in his brain.
"Voice of Grazte!" Gaven instantly recognized his identity but couldn’t pinpoint the direction.
His heart rang with alarm, and he couldn’t help but become highly vigilant.
He’d rather face the more powerful Vampire God than him.
Not just because he had methods to counter him, but also because he knew enough about him.
Conversely, this renowned demon diplomat’s true capabilities remained largely unknown to him.
Instead of acting directly, Veen preferred manipulating, causing the demon lords to turn against each other, fighting fiercely while he sat idly by, reaping benefits.
Or he outright exploited under the guise of Prince Ubar, seizing wealth and soliciting bribes; those who attempted to take action against him were already dead.
The outside world considered his abilities a rumor, even his original race was unclear.
But one thing was certain, his psychic power was incredibly terrifying.
Gaven didn’t respond but continued flying silently.
"Do not attempt to fly away from Azegrat, this is a Triple Territory, the borders have merged together, the only way in and out is via teleportation... all the portals are heavily guarded, as long as you are stopped for a few seconds, the interceptors will arrive at once.
The Sanguine Forest is no longer safe; Lord Archial has already gone there to set up a trap, waiting for you to walk right in.
As long as you give me the scroll, I will take you to a secret portal to leave from there.
You can at least keep your high-level undead artifact; once it falls into Lord Archial’s hands, you won’t receive such treatment."
Voice of Grazte, Veen, schemed in Gaven’s mind, immediately betraying Baron Blood, with whom he had only just made a contract.
Baron Blood had become a bargaining chip.
Gaven remained silent, not daring to believe a word these demons said.
They treated betrayal for profit as a routine matter.
"It seems you’re not giving up unless I shatter your greatest reliance."
Voice of Grazte’s hollow, cold voice spoke again, but this time it wasn’t in Gaven’s mind, it was right next to him, "No matter how fast you are, you cannot outrun the mind. With me here, you have nowhere to escape."
Unknowingly, a layer of green slime surrounded Gaven, invisible and insubstantial, as if adhering to him.
It slowed down as he slowed down, accelerated as he accelerated.
It wasn’t that the speed of the other was on par with his, but that it was attached to him, more accurately, to his mind, moving as he moved.
Racing against oneself, there’s never a win or loss, only a draw.
The opponent’s usage of psychic power had indeed reached an astonishing level, far exceeding Gaven’s imagination.
Gaven racked his brain for countermeasures, and the simplest method, undoubtedly, was to cut off the mental connection between them.
This was not a difficult matter for Gaven, he could directly infuse his heart god with spiritual energy, forming a massive psychic barrier, keeping all psychic energy at bay.
"Foolish move! Haha... you think I am relying on your mind for flight?" Voice of Grazte mocked, "Your understanding of psychic energy is too superficial; you can’t rid yourself of me!"
"Just because you say it isn’t, doesn’t mean it isn’t?" Gaven could only retort, directly opposing him.
Though he didn’t believe what Voice of Grazte said, sometimes lies could reveal real information.
Many lies are built on the opposite of true information, or are distortions of the truth.
As long as he could trace back to the roots, he might gain useful information for himself.
"Whether you believe it or not is your business." Voice of Grazte was a master of lies, unfazed by Gaven’s taunts.
"This method of yours does nothing but cling to me, incapable of causing me any harm!"
Gaven could only use the information he possessed to analyze and probe the enemy, "Otherwise, there’s no need for such a hassle, you could just attack me, slow me down, and let Baron Blood catch up!"
"Tsk... I said your understanding of psychic energy is too shallow, you still don’t believe it!" Voice of Grazte continued to sneer, "When has a psychic attack required close proximity? How can you be sure I can’t launch an attack?"
"If you have the skills, prove it to me." Gaven taunted again.
Once this matter was confirmed, it could confirm many guesses, such as the collaborative relationship between Voice of Grazte and Baron Blood.
And also the true purpose of Voice of Grazte.
"Why should I prove it to you?" Voice of Grazte didn’t fall for it at all.
Feigning mystery was his usual tactic, as long as the enemy couldn’t fathom his depths, they couldn’t come up with any targeted measures against him.
No matter how powerful the ability, once specifically countered, it becomes easily restrained.
Baron Blood was a perfect example; even though four incarnations joined forces, two were still swallowed alive by a group of demigods, which would indeed be a huge joke if spread around, causing countless divine powers to laugh until their teeth fell out.
Seeing this demon diplomat was impervious to reason, Gaven could only discuss countermeasures with the Goddess of Wealth Woken: "My Lady, how much do you know about him? Do you have any strategy for breaking this stalemate? Being entangled by him is ultimately a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment!"