"So?" Necro asked coldly, exuding a poisonous pressure that scared the wits out of the Greenfla Disciples. "Have you made your decision?"
Those sa Disciples were still reeling from how fluently this supposed 'Creator' could talk. They were given little ti to truly consider the options, going straight to bowing and sweating while screaming their acceptance of whatever he had in store for them.
"At least you're smart," said Necro as he dropped a droplet of the purple [Control Essence] on each one of the prostrated Greenfla Disciples. "From now on, you all work for . You'll obey every one of my commands."
With hazy eyes, Mo Wuxian and the other Greenfla Disciples nodded, robotically saying, "We understand, Master."
"Good." Necro looked to the extrely injured Viscera Refinent Realm Team Leader. "As for you…"
"N-No!! Pl-Please don't kill …!" Yan Ro begged through broken, bloodied teeth. "I'll do anything you want to do—"
*Drip!*
"Huh??"
"I was never going to kill you, though the value of your cultivation was nearly too enticing to deny," Necro said apathetically. "Your injuries are now mostly healed. And with that, I'll offer you the sa deal as the others."
"Accept my control or die. Your choice."
"Th-This…" Yan Ro shifted his flickering gaze over to his fellow Sect Disciples, feeling that death might actually be better than a fate like theirs. "I… I don't…"
"Ignore their current states," Necro interrupted. "They're only like that right now because I want them to be. When you return to your Sect, I'll allow you all free will to do whatever it is you want to do. However, if you have even the slightest thought of betraying …"
"N-No, I would never, Lord Creator!" Yan Ro flailed his arms, feeling levels of fear like never before. "Pl-Please put under your control! From now on, I'll do whatever you say…!"
Necro wasted no ti in doing just that. And as the purplish liquid droplet made contact with Yan Ro's skin, Necro thought about the desperation that humans experienced when faced with certain doom.
'Such persistence… To cling so much to life even knowing you'll beco akin to a slave…'
Humans were a lot like him in that regard.
— So ti and inquiries later —
"Alright," Necro said to snap the Greenfla Disciples out of their robotic stupors. "You all may go back to where you ca. If anyone questions you about what happened during your mission, then just tell them that you'll be going out again because a powerful Demon Beast was passing through this area the first ti around."
"O-Okay!"
The Greenfla Disciples no longer sounded as robotic as before, but they were still scared out of their minds—especially when it ca to the horrifying strength of the petrifying entity before them.
The mont they got the green light, the Greenfla Disciples were out of there!
While passing by the ominously standing Shadow Tree Soldiers, they prayed to all of their gods that they'd never have to et with the 'Creator' again.
Far too scary!
"Humans…" Necro muttered. "They're so feeble… But at the sa ti, their lifeforces are tenacious…"
After they left his thousand ter range, he returned to his slumber. Yet, even while letting ti go on without him, the burning rage of revenge inside him craved release.
'Yi Yu… For what the Hundred-Eyed Sect did to you, I'll make sure they experience a pain a thousand tis worse. Even if I have to annihilate the entire Sect to make it happen, I'll do it in an instant.'
For the first ti in his short life, Necro had a genuine goal. One that made him work with ten tis the efficiency when it ca to eradicating Demon Beast kind alongside his Shadow Tree Soldiers.
— Late in the night, within the Hundred-Eyed Sect's Leader Building —
"You say the Sect Leader of the Greenfla Sect is here?"
An older man with streaks of green flowing through his grayish black hair spoke up. On his forehead were two extra sets of eyes, both slanted in opposing directions.
"Yes, that's correct, Master." A servant replied respectfully.
"Let him in."
"Yes, Master."
Not long after the servant outside his door left, he returned alongside a man of greater stature. Compared to how he looked dozens of years ago, he had a more middle-aged air about him.
Thwacking open the door to the Hundred-Eyed Sect Leader's personal chambers, Sect Leader Mo Fuchan strutted up to where the Hundred-Eyed Sect Leader was seated.
"What's the matter, Mo Fuchan?" the Hundred-Eyed Sect Leader spoke calmly and without turning his head. "Did the last girl I helped prepare for you not please you enough tonight?"
"No, it's not that," replied the Greenfla Sect Leader as he sat down next to the Hundred-Eyed Sect Leader. "That girl is as tasty as always, and I'll be enjoying her for many moons to co. No, this has nothing to do with that."
"Then what?"
"The Barbarian Tribes to the far south are acting up again!" the Greenfla Sect Leader angrily tapped his finger on the table, beckoning a servant to bring so tea over. "Their daringness knows no limits! Ti and ti again, they've attacked and killed the Envoys I've sent over for peace negotiations!
"As if that weren't enough, they've also been brazenly robbing any caravans I send in that direction for business purposes! It's infuriating!"
"And what does any of this have to do with ?" the Hundred-Eyed Sect Leader sipped on his tea.
The Greenfla Sect Leader cocked his head, his annoyance showing through his twisted expression. "Co on, let's not play the fool at this stage. We both know that you trade poisons with the Fiendish Sects in the south. Why don't you help in a show of power? If the both of us and our strongest go to intimidate those savages, they'll beco so scared that they'll completely submit to us!"
The Hundred-Eyed Sect Leader went quiet, his thoughts stirring.
Ultimately, he turned toward the Greenfla Sect Leader and asked, "What do you have in mind?"
Mo Fuchan cruelly grinned, then went on to explain his plan to the Hundred-Eyed Sect Leader.
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