Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God

As soon as the Incarnation’s distress signal was sent, the sky split open again, and two entangled figures fell out.

They were so immense, towering between heaven and earth.

In front of them, innumerable demons were nothing but a swarm of insignificant ants.

Clang!

Accompanied by a huge clang akin to the collision of mountains, the shadow of Ubar managed to break free from the enemy’s entanglement and roared angrily: "Tempus, are you ever done? Your Deity’s Divine War is over. Return to your God Kingdom with the Berserk Priesthood - why are you still pestering me?"

This time, the God of War didn’t continue to chase but rather looked around, observing the situation.

Seeing Zelata’s current miserable state, Tempus couldn’t help but laugh heartily: "You think it ends because you say so? You dared to meddle in my Deity’s Divine War, you’ll have to pay for this!"

With Prince Grazte of Ubar’s territory being attacked, Tempus was even less likely to back off easily, determined to strip a layer off this Demon Lord.

"Damn it!" Prince Grazte of Ubar’s mouthful of sharp teeth gnawed loud and clear.

It was his first encounter with such a belligerent and troublesome enemy.

He treated war and combat as an enjoyment, leading him to suspect that his interference in the Deity’s Divine War was merely a pretext.

He purely wanted to find an equally matched opponent to immerse in a refreshing battle.

Now he had even chased directly into his territory.

And his territory was currently facing an invasion from his biggest nemesis, Demon Prince Demogorgon.

Just facing Demogorgon was enough to give him a headache, and now with the meddling Lord of War, his territory might indeed be upheaved.

Although he was extremely resentful, Prince Ubar had to forcibly restrain himself and asked in a softened tone: "What exactly will make you cease fire?"

"Take a guess." The Lord of War crossed his arms, with a face full of mockery.

In the current situation, he naturally wasn’t in a hurry to cease fire—the longer the fight dragged, the more advantageous it was for him.

The veins on Grazte’s forehead throbbed intensely, nearly exploding with rage; the counterpart was blatantly toying with him—how could one guess such matters?

But seeing the sky tearing wider, he could only swallow his rage and said: "I will no longer shelter the King of the Jackalweres, won’t intervene in his Berserk Divine War with Uthgar, and won’t carry out any retaliatory actions against you and your followers afterward."

"What do you think about this matter?" The Lord of War didn’t answer Prince Ubar but turned his gaze to not far from in front of himself.

There was a golden figure like an ant.

That was the recently escaped Golden Giant Eagle from Zelata, the instigator of everything.

Gaven also hadn’t expected that not only was the God of War Tempus still entangled with Prince Ubar, but he had also followed them into Azegrat, naturally prompting an immediate adjustment of his escape plan.

No.

Now it’s not even an escape plan.

Instead, he could hitch a ride with the God of War out.

What surprised Gaven even more was Tempus’s courtesy in actually asking for his opinion.

Gaven, of course, wouldn’t be polite, answering without hesitation: "Sign a contract, not only no retaliation, but henceforth upon sight of the Flame Shield Emblem, you must retreat three hundred miles, and Grazte’s true form shall imprison itself within its territory for a century."

He had been contemplating how to face Prince Ubar’s fervent retaliation afterward, potentially requiring abandoning the Undead Slaughter Territory.

Now it’s a heaven-sent opportunity, naturally exploiting borrowed prestige to the fullest.

"You overreach!" Prince Grazte of Ubar roared angrily, nearly spewing fire from his eyes at Gaven.

The Berserk Priesthood of the King of the Jackalweres was lost, which was something he could accept.

After all, it was picked up, not distressing him much.

But the Wealth Goddess Contract that Gaven carried was different; it was devised with meticulous planning.

Moreover, Demon Prince Demogorgon’s invasion into his territory was entirely orchestrated by him.

Now to have it all dissolved, with him even self-imprisoning for a century, isn’t it binding him hand and foot?

Prince Ubar had been traversing the Multiverse for countless years, the last time taking such a big loss was at the hands of Witch Queen Igverf.

But at least their love-hate ended with his final victory.

"Since your Excellency disagrees, don’t blame us for a full-scale declaration of war!"

Gaven responded with a cold smile, "Since I could bring in the army of Demogorgon, I could bring in the armies of your other enemies too—when your Triple Territory is engulfed in all-out war, you’ll yearn for the conditions we propose now."

To verify his claim, the Road Divine Power surged wildly from his body, a phantom of the Skeleton Flame Mountain appeared behind him, accumulating force frenziedly, readying for eruption anytime.

The Incarnation of the Enchanting Demon Queen silently appeared behind Gaven to assist.

For her, Gaven’s contract was extremely favorable.

As long as Prince Ubar’s true form remained self-imprisoned, relying solely on his Incarnation, the threat to her would greatly diminish.

The other rival, the King of the Jackalweres, was already dealt a crippling blow.

She would gain a century of growth period, enabling countless achievements.

"Then I’ll first annihilate you! Die!" Prince Ubar’s eyes projected substantial light.

A terrifying force pressed from all directions toward Gaven, as if an invisible large hand had grasped him, ready to crush him alive.