Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 560 - 455 The Utmost Shamelessness_1

Chapter 560: Chapter 455 The Utmost Shamelessness_1

"Impossible," the Medusa Lord said without hesitation, shaking her head in refusal. "This is my trump card against the Blade of Venom. Without it, it would only be a matter of days before I am assassinated."

"Then I’ll compromise. Let it return all the souls and shadows of our warriors it has swallowed," Gaven proposed a new condition.

"That’s easy," the Medusa Lord agreed readily. To demonstrate her sincerity, she immediately commanded the Nightshadow Sky Cavalry, "Shadow, release them."

"As you command," the Nightshadow Sky Cavalry responded, who, like the other Nightshadows, belonged to the Sage Undead.

Following a single gesture with his Shadow Blade, a series of shadows appeared before him, poised to strike them down.

"Leave them to me, you need not trouble yourself," Gaven acted swifter than him, his own shadow stretching out beneath those Shadow warriors and forcibly engulfing them, dragging them into the Tower of Dominion for temporary suppression.

Even if these fallen warriors were resurrected, losing a Life Dice was inevitable.

Gaven did not yet have the means to use the Complete Resurrection Spell on them.

But he could use another method to mend their fates.

For instance, turning their shadows into wraiths and then drawing up a binding contract to let these wraiths revert to their shadows.

This would evolve into a unique special ability—Summon Shadow Wraiths.

Allowing one’s own shadow to transform back into a personal wraith, fighting alongside oneself.

If these wraiths proved too rebellious, the Shadow Weaving Factory of the Tower of Dominion was hiring on a large scale; let them labor there for a while, and their thoughts were bound to change.

"We have reached agreement on the first condition. The second is, leave your shadow behind," Gaven stated the second condition.

Fury that she could not hide surged across the Medusa Lord’s perfect face, her snake hair hissing angrily as she shrieked, "Do not push your luck."

Gaven couldn’t help but burst into laughter, "Today I will push my luck. Leaving it to you is already my greatest show of sincerity. Either you die, or they die—make a choice!"

The Medusa Lord instantly understood the meaning behind Gaven’s laughter, alarm bells ringing inside her.

He wasn’t negotiating with her; he was preparing to forcibly detain a person.

The next second, a brilliant light lit up in the direction of Mesnoel, and the terrifying column of thunderous light arrived in an instant.

The Medusa Lord had no time to dodge; the only thing she could do was to shout to Shadow, "Escape!"

The Nightshadow was powerful, but as an Undead Creature, it was harder for them to be resurrected compared to ordinary people. At least, normal Resurrection Spells were ineffective for them; they required a ninth-level Wish Spell.

This Nightshadow was decisive, promptly abandoning the Medusa Lord and fleeing deep into the Shadow Plane.

However, the Thunderstrike Main Cannon was far more powerful and menacing than imagined.

It not only vaporized the Medusa Lord instantaneously but also affected the slightly slow Nightshadow Warrior—although he had half stepped into the Shadow Plane, the blast took out half of his body.

But this kind of non-targeted force wouldn’t harm his essence. As long as they didn’t kill him outright like they did with the Shadow Walker Night Shadow, a stay within the Shadow Plane would allow his injuries to heal naturally.

The Half-Moon Colt, who had been observing from the sidelines the entire time, felt completely out of its depth and couldn’t help but ask, "Did you actually reach an agreement or not?"

"We did," Gaven replied with a smile. "If we hadn’t reached an agreement, that Thunderstrike just now would not have targeted her but her Nightshadow instead. Without the Nightshadow, it wouldn’t be as simple as dying once for her; she would’ve been played to death."

"Reached an agreement?" The Half-Moon Colt grew more confused. "You attacked her after reaching an agreement? Aren’t you afraid she’ll hold a grudge?"

"For a Dwarves Elf, hatred is far less tempting than power," Gaven said confidently. "As long as she covets power, covets Delnox City, our previous agreement will not end merely because I killed her once and took her shadow."

On the contrary, it allowed her to personally experience the might of the Thunderstrike Main Cannon, making her reconsider her ambition for Mesnoel. She would have to think twice about whether her strongest reliance could withstand a blast from it."

After hearing Gaven’s explanation, the Half-Moon Colt couldn’t help but exclaim, "Your world is too complicated. I can’t quite understand it. It seems I’m only fit to be a mount."

Gaven couldn’t help but laugh again, "Take it slow. The more you see and hear, the more you’ll learn."

"Hopefully," the Half-Moon Colt said, not quite confident in its talent in this regard.

Gaven stopped joking with the Half-Moon Colt, instead issuing a series of commands, "Let the Medusas and the Petrified Lizards go, concentrate on routing the Dwarves Elves."

The Dark Treants below executed Gaven’s order without a second thought.

In the Land of Sealing of Mesnoel, after receiving treatment from the Purifying Light of Corruption, they had an innate reverence for him.

"Bunir is dead! Lilith is dead! Those who kneel and surrender will not be killed!"

At the same time, the huge voice overhead amplified the message across the battlefield.

It further demoralized the Dwarves Elves’ will to resist, causing them to flee even faster.

The Dwarves Elves who were willing to kneel and beg for mercy were few and far between.

The distrustful among them, how could they easily entrust their lives and fortunes into the hands of others? They were also acutely aware of the intense animosity that creatures of light held for them. Falling into their hands, how could they possibly expect a good outcome?