Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God

Chapter 2447 - 1082: Prince Grazte of the Ubar

This was where the King of the Jackalweres held the advantage.He bore a dual identity, being both a Demon Lord and a Demon God.

Veen, on the other hand, was only a Demon Lord; although he possessed Strength comparable to a Weak True Gods, there were some abilities that belonged exclusively to a Divine Power Presence, which he did not have.

For example, the Divine Nature Incarnation, and the unique ways of wielding Divine Power.

The terrifying giant claw went all out in Speed, and grabbed right down on Demon Lord Veen’s head.

"Die!" The King of the Jackalweres bared a ferocious grin as his Strength erupted in an instant.

With a wet pop, Veen’s bald head was crushed in his hand.

Only, what spurted out was not scalding blood, but green radiance, exactly the same as those Psychic Mucus.

"Idiot, I’m over here!" A disdainful cold laugh came from the side. Veen’s pale, slender figure was standing there in plain sight, a mocking smile on his face.

The one whose head the King of the Jackalweres had just crushed, instead dissolved along with it into green light.

It was obvious the King of the Jackalweres had fallen into the other side’s Psychic Trap and had only crushed a Psychic Illusion.

What he could not be sure of was: had the other party swapped himself out for a Psychic Illusion at the moment he launched his Attack?

Or had he been talking to a Psychic Illusion from the very beginning?

Was the one before him now the other party’s true body, or yet another Psychic Illusion?

If he couldn’t even tell that much, how was this battle supposed to continue?

The King of the Jackalweres’ Divine Nature Incarnation froze on the spot. The situation now was even worse than if he had been directly defeated by Veen—he could neither advance nor retreat.

Veen had no intention of kindly giving him a way out, merely watched the King of the Jackalweres with a mocking expression that looked like he couldn’t wait to tear him apart.

The King of the Jackalweres could only snarl in anger, "What I’ve come to discuss concerns enormous profit. If it’s delayed, Lord Grazte will absolutely not forgive you!"

"Everything will be left to His Majesty’s own judgment. We shall await in the Silver Palace." Veen stopped toying with the King of the Jackalweres’ Divine Nature Incarnation as a streak of green Psychic Mucus separated from his body and flew toward him.

The King of the Jackalweres instinctively leaped back, dodging far away. Toward this Psychic Mucus, he was now deeply on guard; this ability was extremely effective in restraining a warrior like him.

"If you don’t accept it, how am I supposed to bring you over? What, you plan to run there yourself?" Veen barked.

Helpless, the King of the Jackalweres’ Divine Nature Incarnation could only force down his impulse to dodge and allow that viscous green fluid to wrap around him. His whole body’s muscles were taut, ready to break free the moment he sensed something wrong.

Fortunately, Veen was only using this method for Teleportation and did not toy with him.

When he came back to his senses, he was already in a city made of Ivory Tower and palaces, laid out in orderly rows stretching beyond the horizon. The place was scrubbed spotlessly clean, without a speck of dust. From time to time handsome figures flashed past, laughter and merry voices drifting from within.

This was the Silver Palace.

Prince Grazte of the Ubar’s private palace. It was said to be formed from sixty-six Ivory Tower and a hundred Cold Mirror Hall, its complexity rivaling, even surpassing, the King of the Minotaurs Baphoment’s Endless Maze.

Even Demons kept their distance from here in wary respect, for it was filled with boundless peril.

Anyone who entered never emerged again.

"Father has summoned you. Please, come with me." A warrior had long been waiting there for the King of the Jackalweres’ Divine Nature Incarnation.

This warrior had skin black as ink, Demonic hooves, and an incomparably handsome face.

The King of the Jackalweres’ Divine Nature Incarnation’s gaze involuntarily fell upon his hands—on those slender hands grew six fingers.

That was Grazte’s unique mark; he was also known as the Six-fingered Demon.

In the Bottomless Abyss, generally anyone bearing this trait had a blood connection to him.

The one before him was one such.

The Prince of the Ubar’s vigorous lust was in no way beneath that of the Queen of the Succubi. He was famed throughout the Bottomless Abyss as a breeding machine; his endless offspring were scattered not only throughout all of Azegrat and the Bottomless Abyss, but many a Material Plane also bore his progeny.

If any Material Plane had legends of a Son of Darkness, eight times out of ten it had something to do with him.

The King of the Jackalweres followed step by step behind this Demon Descendant and soon entered a vast palace.

Here, the King of the Jackalweres witnessed what was truly an unrestrained gathering, what it meant to have a banquet of wine pools and forests of flesh.

Countless Succubi, Humans, Fallen Angel, Dwarves Elf, Demon Descendant...beauties of every Race, all completely naked, were frolicking there, enjoying fine wine and delicacies.

The robust figure being guarded at the very center looked very similar to the Demon Descendant who had gone out to receive the King of the Jackalweres, only a size larger. A host of beauties clustered around him, and they did not avoid the King of the Jackalweres as an outsider in the slightest, continuing to do whatever they pleased.

Veen had not lied to the King of the Jackalweres; the Prince of the Ubar was indeed holding a banquet—only the nature of this banquet was somewhat different from what he had imagined.

The duration of such a banquet was indeed impossible to predict. According to rumors about Grazte from the outside world, it was nothing strange for a banquet like this to go on endlessly.

The Prince of the Ubar laboriously pulled one hand free from the heap of flesh, pushed aside the Succubi squatting on his head, and finally freed his mouth to speak. "Lord Yenogu, no need to stand on ceremony. Help yourself. This is my guest; see that he’s well entertained."