Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

Chapter 168: The Fate of the Fallen Angels

"This guy's methods are truly ruthless," Sylvus couldn't help but click his tongue as he watched Deced's actions.

Although Deced appeared to be only seven or eight years old, he had inherited the powers of the Demon Race, and his true mental age likely exceeded ten thousand years.

"KOKO KO…"

Next, Deced continued his onslaught, moving swiftly among the hundred fallen angels. Wherever he went, screams of agony echoed.

In less than two minutes, all one hundred fallen angels lay on the ground, their eyes wide open in terror. The cause of their death was the same—Deced had ripped out their internal organs.

"This is your punishment for the Fallen Angel Tribe," Deced smirked, turning his gaze to the last two standing: Nansi and Hilton.

Seeing Deced look over, both Nansi and Hilton's faces turned pale.

What was happening?

They had brought over a hundred strong warriors, and now only the two of them remained? Wasn't the strongest in this world supposed to be a Nine-Star Upper God? How could a little demon like Deced, who was also an Upper God, be so powerful?

They couldn't understand, but they knew they were in trouble.

They hadn't expected that, instead of exterminating the Angel Tribe, they would be the ones facing death right after arriving.

"You… what do you want? I'll tell you this, that man is a disciple of our Fallen God Palace's Lord, the Deity Emperor-level expert, Amiya. If you dare harm us, Amiya will never let you go!"

Hilton swallowed nervously, his voice filled with fear.

Hearing this, Sylvus, who was sitting on a chair, couldn't help but smile.

"So, what you're saying is that if we harm him, the Fallen God Palace will stop at nothing to kill us?" Sylvus teased.

Hilton paused, then quickly nodded as his eyes brightened.

"That's right! If you dare harm us, with Lord Amiya's strength, he can destroy your entire world. And because of you, everyone in this world will die!"

In his mind, Sylvus must have been scared now. If they could survive this ordeal, they would surely return for revenge.

"If I'm not mistaken, your purpose here was to wipe out the Angel Tribe, correct? If your Lord Amiya is so powerful, why didn't he just destroy this entire world instead of sending you to die here?" Sylvus asked mockingly.

Hilton froze, unsure how to respond to that.

"I just want to know one thing. That guy next to you is quite important, isn't he?" Sylvus asked again.

Hilton nodded but then quickly realized something was wrong. He felt like he had been tricked.

"Important? Good. Deced, do it." Sylvus nodded in satisfaction. With this, the hundred trillion divine crystals were as good as his.

Hilton was about to speak, but Deced instantly appeared by his side.

Hilton's body froze as he looked down in disbelief at his abdomen. Deced's entire arm had pierced through him.

A moment later, Hilton collapsed to the ground, unwilling to accept his fate. He had thought this was an opportunity for promotion and wealth, yet he died the moment he arrived.

If he could have another chance, he would rather spend his life as a small captain of the God Palace and never set foot on this continent.

Deced ignored Hilton's now lifeless body. With a wave of his right hand, he grabbed the terrified Nansi and brought him before Sylvus.

"What are you doing? Let me go! If my master finds out, all of you will die!" Nansi roared, trying to sound intimidating in front of Sylvus.

He had never experienced anything like this before. In the divine realm, everyone knew that he was the disciple of the Fallen God Palace's Lord, the Nine-Star Deity Emperor Amiya. No one dared to provoke him, and he had long lived a life of luxury and power.

Now, not only had he been captured, but it seemed his fate was about to be miserable.

"Oh? So, you're Amiya's disciple?" Sylvus smiled slightly. This guy's psychological fortitude was clearly lacking. He seemed like a flower raised in a greenhouse.

If he were smarter, he would be trying to escape right now instead of relying on a background that was useless at this moment.

"I'm telling you, you can't possibly defeat my master! I'm also my master's carefully chosen successor, and he's just outside the portal to this world. If you dare harm me, you will all die!" Nansi snorted coldly.

"Oh? So you're the successor, huh? That title must be worth something." Sylvus' eyes lit up. If Nansi were just an ordinary disciple, Sylvus wouldn't have been sure he was worth the hundred trillion divine crystals.

After all, for a Deity Emperor like Amiya, he probably had a thousand disciples. Losing one or two wouldn't matter much.

But a successor? That was different. Training a successor wasn't difficult, but it certainly wasn't easy either. The value of a successor was far greater than a mere disciple.

"How many divine crystals do you think you're worth?" Sylvus asked with a smile.

Nansi froze, not understanding what Sylvus meant. Sylvus then looked over at Deced.

"Since Amiya is outside, send him a message. If we don't get five hundred trillion divine crystals, his disciple dies," Sylvus said casually.

Nansi finally realized what was happening. He had been kidnapped!

Though anger filled his heart, he also felt a sense of relief. It seemed like Sylvus wasn't planning to kill him, and five hundred trillion divine crystals was an amount his master could certainly provide.

"Boss, that price is too low," Deced frowned.

"Too low?" Sylvus was surprised.

"From what I know, the Fallen God Palace's annual income exceeds ten trillion divine crystals. A mere hundred trillion is just ten years' worth. The Fallen God Palace has existed for over a hundred thousand years," Deced explained.

Sylvus' eyes widened in disbelief. Ten trillion per year? And they had been around for a hundred thousand years? He couldn't even do the math on that.

"Then what do you think is appropriate?" Sylvus asked.

"Five hundred trillion is perfect. It's enough to raise a new successor. If we ask for more, Amiya might just choose someone else to take his place," Deced said thoughtfully.

Though five hundred trillion was not much for a palace that had been around for a hundred thousand years, Deced's reasoning was solid. Asking for more might make Amiya give up on Nansi.

"Alright, five hundred trillion it is. But we'll need something to prove we're serious," Sylvus said as he turned his gaze to Nansi.