Chapter 2570 - 1123: Joy Turns to Sorrow
"Please, my lady, draft the contract quickly. Using Grazte’s own strength to limit his tactics is very effective, and it can be applied here to turn Prince Ubar’s Triple Territory into his exclusive prison.
The stronger his territory, the less likely he will be able to break through it.
Unless he is willing to weaken his own territory’s strength, but this will also undoubtedly affect his own power."
Gaven’s idea of imprisoning Prince Ubar in his own territory for a century was inspired by the Wealth Goddess Contract.
The most secure prison in this world is himself.
This is also the condition that places the greatest restriction on Prince Ubar’s true form and is the easiest for him to accept.
"Understood!" The Goddess of Wealth responded and began to quickly work within Gaven’s soul.
"What is your opinion, sir?" Gaven shifted his gaze back to Prince Ubar.
At this moment, he had reached the peak of his anger, yet he had calmed down. The calmer he was, the more terrifying he became, giving no hint as to his thoughts. He coldly spat out a single word: "Fine."
Gaven’s previous haggling had worked.
Grazte now had a deeper understanding of the enemy in front of him, whose greed and cunning were no less than those of the Archdukes of Devils.
The longer this dragged on, the more disadvantageous it was for him.
It would be better to cut the Gordian Knot and get through this hurdle first; the rest could be dealt with later.
A hundred years is neither long nor short.
He will surely find a way to turn the tide and make this man pay for his greed and arrogance today.
Sooner or later, he would personally destroy all that the man held dear, plunging his territory into an endless fiery purgatory to let him taste today’s mood.
"Alright." The Goddess of Wealth, professional as she was, had, in just a few words, drafted an elaborate contract, a few thousand words long.
It was exceedingly detailed.
It ensured that once signed, the God of War Tempus would adhere to the agreement.
It also ensured that Prince Ubar could find no loopholes afterward, even including clauses guaranteeing their safe departure from Azegrat.
Manifesting as a golden orb, it floated out from Gaven’s soul, allowing both parties to effortlessly perceive its content.
The God of War Tempus laughed heartily: "I trust you all!"
Without even looking, he gathered the divine power around him to form a shield, upon which a silver sword burned fiercely on a blood-red field.
This was his holy emblem — Flame Sword Shield.
He pressed it directly onto one side of the golden contract.
Such a forthright gesture made everyone on Gaven’s side instinctively favor him greatly.
The feeling of being trusted was something even a Demon Lord like the Queen of the Succubi greatly enjoyed.
Gaven couldn’t help but mentally praise him; the achievements of the Lord of War Tempus were not solely due to prowess with sword and shield.
His intelligence was by no means low.
Beneath the seemingly bold and boisterous exterior lay meticulous schemes.
In this matter, they were the greatest beneficiaries; they were likely more attentive to the details of the contract than he was.
There was naturally no need for extra effort, better to directly display his grand side.
Conversely, Prince Grazte of Ubar carefully scrutinized every rune character, not caring even if the half-body of Demon Prince Demogorgon loomed over.
He was searching for traps and loopholes he could manipulate.
But unfortunately.
The Wealth Goddess Woken was an expert in this field; she had demonstrated her methods in contracts three years prior.
Even then, she was meticulous, leaving no holes in the terms, offering him no leverage.
He had to resort to the lowest means of breaching the contract, detaining her forcibly.
The result left him a fatal flaw; he couldn’t attack, nor could he approach her, and could only hand her over to his subordinates for refinement.
Now it turned into the backlash of that fatal flaw.
Over the past three years, the Wealth Goddess Woken clearly hadn’t been idle, having clearly worked hard on contracts, and specifically studied him, with many clauses evidently crafted against him, difficult to detect for any exploitable loopholes.
Once signed, it would bind him tightly with his own power.
It was very likely that he could indeed be imprisoned in the Demon Territory for a century.
Besides the recent agreement, Grazte detected no obvious traps, as if the Wealth Goddess had completely forgotten the animosity between them and now treated the matter with a neutral and just approach.
"The contract is established!" Without further hesitation, Prince Grazte of Ubar compressed his triple divine power into a massive Ubarian six-fingered hand, slowly pressing it onto the contract.
The moment the shield and hand simultaneously touched the golden orb, countless golden tendrils extended from it, bridging the two distinct forces together seamlessly, like a cohesive ball of light.
This situation lasted only for a moment before the light ball split in two, flying towards each of the signatories of the contract.
However, what returned was not their own power but that of the other, representing a kind of law binding the other party.
Once the two light balls simultaneously entered the bodies of the recipients, they immediately expanded.
An invisible law enveloped Prince Grazte of Ubar, preventing him from leaving the Triple Territory; currently, none of the known methods could allow it.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the Godhood Form of the Lord of War Tempus began to gradually fade, as the contract’s power forcibly expelled him from Azegrat, taking even Gaven and his companions with him.