Chapter 1147: Chapter 666: What a Great Title
Upon hearing the Demon God’s words, Izanagi, kneeling on the ground, was overjoyed, but she still did not dare to raise her head and obediently spoke her request.
“Lord Mammon, I wish to receive the full protection of the Abyss.”
“Oh?”
The man showed some interest upon hearing this, glanced down at Izanagi, and then shook his head.
“Your wager cannot cover the cost of this wish.”
Although the soul of a Fallen Immortal is indeed a nice collectible, it is clearly not equivalent to the wish for the full protection of the Abyss.
What a greedy person, even when wishing, so covetous—asking not for Mammon’s protection, but the Abyss’s protection.
“Sir, my wager is not this soul of mine, which is worth little now.”
Izanagi was prepared for this, she shook her head and spoke.
“Could it be this island? The souls of the witches are not easy to take, attempting to steal from the fangs of the Underworld System is too risky, and this business could easily lead to a loss, not interested.”
Mammon shook his head once again.
“No, my lord, what I wish to offer you is something even more precious, the key item to the rise of the Witch Clan.”
Izanagi shook her head again and continued.
“The key to the rise of the Witch Clan?”
The Greedy Demon God’s interest was genuinely piqued this time.
In just a few hundred thousand years, the Witch Clan ascended from a weak world to their current status as the head of calamities. Such a miraculous feat naturally hid secrets, and this secret vexed all races in the Western Universe, making them eager to take its place.
Even an established calamity like the Abyssal Demon was curious. If such a thing truly existed, it would indeed be worth mobilizing the entire Abyss.
“And what is this thing?”
The originally indifferent Demon God suddenly straightened his posture and asked earnestly.
“Then I ask that you first bestow upon me the protection of the Abyss.”
Instead of answering directly, Izanagi bargained.
As soon as she said this, she immediately felt the weight of the gaze pressing down on her, the poison fire of desire in her heart burning fiercer, causing her intense inner pain, and any slight negligence might turn her into a puppet of desire.
But she gritted her teeth and persisted.
Among the Seven Abyssal Lords, only the Greedy Demon God is a gambler by nature, and Izanagi was betting that this demon would gamble for the secret of the witches’ rise.
“Hehehe, a soul with a strong gambling nature, not bad, interesting, then I’ll bet alongside you.”
The man pondered silently for a moment, then reached out to pat the head of a witch already turned into a puppet of desire in front of him.
In an instant, Izanagi saw the indescribable source of all evil at this moment—the Abyss.
But at the same time, she also felt a sense of liberation, for the mighty power of the Abyss was now sheltering her, freeing her from the agony of desire and sin.
Izanagi was ecstatic; she knew her wish had come true.
“With the protection of the Abyss, the demon nature of the Hyakki will no longer be a burden. All I need to do next is devour the Hyakki, and the Demon Buddha Form will be complete.”
This Immortal, who had already become obsessed, had madness in her eyes.
She was the creator of Japan and the bloodline source of the Japanese witches. All the Japanese witches were in fact her descendants, and now, it was time for these descendants to repay this ancestor.
“Well then, can you tell me the secret of the witches’ rise now?”
As Izanagi was overwhelmed with joy, the man’s voice sounded in her ear, bringing her back to reality.
“The fortune of the Saint. The witches murdered a Natural Saint and seized that Saint’s overwhelming fortune.”
She calmed herself and revealed this secret.
This was a secret she knew when she first came to the Western Universe with the Supreme White Immortal Lord, and it was told by that Immortal Lord himself.
“It was the sacrifice of a Saint that created the current achievements of the Witch Clan.”
Opposite her, Mammon, who had merely been playing around, nearly fell out of his luxurious chair upon hearing this.
Wait, what? A Saint?
The Greedy Demon God was momentarily taken aback.
As one of the Seven Abyssal Lords, he naturally knew what a Saint was—an entity representing the Omnipotence Realm that everyone in the Western Universe pursued.
But how did an Eastern Universe Saint end up in my Western Universe? And with such a natural treasure, how did the Eastern Sages let them roam the Western Universe alone?
Is this person trying to fool me?
Mammon narrowed his eyes, casting a dangerous look at the greedy witch before him.
But the demon’s power told him that this desire-blinded witch was not lying.
Oh ho… now this is getting interesting.
The Greedy Demon God rubbed his chin, suddenly finding the situation intriguing.
“Hahaha, interesting, very interesting, well then, your wager is sufficient, even just this secret is enough for you to receive the protection of the Abyss.”
The man laughed heartily and gave Izanagi a look of approval.
Only, just as he was about to ask where the Saint was, a deafening dragon chant echoed from outside.
“Wow, golden legend.”
The man looked out the window following the dragon’s chant and saw the enormous Dragon and Serpent hovering as if it could engulf the entire Japan, together with the little witch tightly connected with its shadow.
No one needed to introduce them anymore; Mammon immediately recognized the key figure from their conversation—it was the Natural Saint.
However….
“Does this Saint have some kind of stamp-collecting hobby?”
The demon’s sight pierced directly through the little witch’s body, revealing her essence. He couldn’t help but mentally comment.
In his eyes, the Saint’s soul, shining like the sun, had several labels attached to it, two of which particularly caught the demon’s attention.
One was a black Angel’s Wings mark, and the other was a Horned Demon mark.
No demon would fail to recognize these two marks, as they stood for the Demon Lord of Pride, Lucifer, and the current Demon King, Astimos.
Of course, the most crucial fact was that one was Mammon’s former boss, and the other was his current boss.
Well, seems like the bosses really don’t like to share good stuff, keeping it hidden so well.
The Greedy Demon God couldn’t help but feel agitated coldly, though it was just an act.
“Heeheehee, I must join in on such a fun venture.”
The man chuckled mischievously, then took out a gold coin and tossed it.
The coin flew toward the little witch and silently melted into her body, becoming a new mark on her soul.
After doing this, the smiling man turned his head and looked with interest at Izanagi, still kneeling without daring to look up at him.
Sigh, sometimes the Greedy Demon God admired the greed of these humans, after all, he, as the Greedy Demon God, had always restrained his desires, only taking small gains, never large ones.
Isn’t it obvious which is better, one full meal or constant half-full meals?
The greatest greed comes from restraint.
Unfortunately, not many in this world understand this truth.
But that’s fine, if too many were truly wise, what fun would there be for the demon gods to watch?
Oh, it’s time, the Lord Demon King’s afternoon tea time has arrived, and his most loyal butler should return to work.
The truant demon checked the time, then encouragingly patted the shoulder of the irreparably Fallen Immortal.
“Yes, go and deliver, wait, I mean, go and do it, the Abyss forever protects you.”
Leaving these words behind, his figure silently dissipated like how he came, along with all the treasures and beauties of the banquet hall.
After the terrifying demon left, it was only then that Izanagi lifted her head, showing a crazed expression of triumph.
…Demon God at ease…