Chapter 2572 - 1123: Joy Begets Sorrow (Part 3)
Whose massive hand can it be but Gaven’s?
"Mr. Gaven..." The Goddess of Wealth, Woken, felt her heart melt.
The grip of Prince Grazte of the Ubar was directed solely at the contract between two, having no effect on Gaven.
He utilized his Road Divine Power to forcibly interrupt the mandatory teleportation, taking risks that were unimaginable.
The contract is mutual.
The powerful ally, God of War Tempus, was already bound by the contract. As long as Prince Grazte did not breach the contract they signed, he could not enter Agrazte.
The other three members of the Demigod Adventure Team did not possess Road Divine Power, unable to forcibly interrupt such mandatory teleportation.
Previously, they feared Prince Grazte would exploit loopholes to forcibly retain any of them.
Unexpectedly, the contract they meticulously crafted became a double-edged sword, now turning against Gaven and the team.
"I am a man of my word! I promised to take you back, and I certainly will."
Casually responding to the Goddess of Wealth, Woken, Gaven fused her once more into his soul. His body began to twist and transform again, becoming a Golden Giant Eagle, and flew wildly on gigantic wings.
This time, there would be no tricks or schemes; it was a contest of speed.
This was his assurance for daring to remain.
Prince Grazte of Ubar was restrained, unable to personally act against them.
As long as there wasn’t a dimension-reduction strike, he had no fear of sheer speed contests.
"Archial, come back to me and fulfill your protective duties." Prince Grazte of Ubar swung his massive sword heavily in the air.
It sliced open a huge rift, connecting to another plane.
It was an endless battlefield.
There was simply an amalgamation of demons and devils—as if every demon from the Bottomless Abyss and devil species from the Nine Hells had their presence there.
Yet the distinction between them was clear.
The devil’s side bore strict discipline, uniform equipment, and military formations. Even amidst chaos, one could discern the outlines of their formations.
With just a command, numerous demons fell simultaneously, clearing a vast space in an instant.
The demon’s side was chaotic, like a swarm and each in their own battle. However, they had an absolute numerical advantage, endless, rushing forward, seemingly impossible to completely kill.
And those towering Godhood Forms were not few.
The demon’s side clearly had the numerical advantage. To ordinary devil armies, these Godhood Forms were catastrophic, easily collapsing a devil army with various methods.
The most eye-catching among them was the colossal Blood Sea.
Where that Blood Sea passed, nothing grew, corpses littered the ground; not a single devil could survive, turning into pale, dried corpses, blood and bodily fluids completely drained.
This place was none other than the legendary Blood Battle Battlefield within the Multiverse.
What was happening now was not a large-scale full war but a routine conventional war.
That rampaging Blood Sea was the true form of the Vampire God Kancherhis, also known as Baron of Blood, Archial.
He was a regular on the Blood Battle Battlefield, spending far less time at the manor of his God Kingdom than he did wreaking havoc on the battlefield.
This was his paradise.
No place was easier to collect blood than here.
To him, the air was fragrant, filled with an inescapable scent of blood.
Upon hearing the call from Prince Grazte of Ubar, the Vampire God reluctantly halted his slaughter, transforming into a whirlwind of blood, and dove into Azegrat through the space rift Grazte tore open.
"Master, for what purpose do you summon me?" transformed into the form of a rogue, Baron of Blood inquired.
"Still have the audacity to ask me why? Is this how you protect Zelata for me? Your incarnations are all imprisonably secure!" Prince Ubar responded in a wrathful burst.
"My incarnations have been imprisoned?" The reminder made Baron of Blood realize the gravity of the situation?
Among the four incarnations left in Azegrat, he saw only two. The remaining two could feel their positional presence, but the connection was severed, let alone control.
Immediately, he established a Divine Sense link with the remaining two incarnations, instantly understanding the entire sequence of events, changed in hue forcibly.
He recognized the severity of the matter.
If he could not retrieve the two incarnations before the opponents escaped Azegrat, it would be arduously difficult later.
It would mean, in the future, he would have two fewer incarnation slots.
This posed a significant blow to him; he had a total of only eleven incarnation slots, often struggling to manage them.
He needed to juggle multiple responsibilities.
He must maintain Baron of Blood, Archial’s identity to guard Ubar Prince’s domain, while also overseeing his own God Kingdom.
Most importantly, he had numerous vampires to tend to, scattered across the entire Multiverse.
No need for Prince Grazte of Ubar’s orders; Baron of Blood volunteered directly: "Master, rest assured, leave him to me, I will certainly prevent him from escaping Azegrat."