"How much longer are you going to think? I’ve already told you I have other matters to attend to. Here, I’ll give you ten more seconds to consider. If you don’t pick up the pen, I’ll pick up the sword."
At the moment when Victor’s thoughts were racing, Lynn’s urging voice sounded from the side.
Although he hadn’t picked up a weapon yet, just a few impatient words were enough to make the demons suffocate.
"I... I’ll sign!"
Feeling that impending sense of crisis, Victor knew she could no longer hesitate. After all, she wasn’t dealing with some indecisive saint of the Human Race, but rather the contemporary War Emperor with rivers of demon blood under his command and a record of slaying the Demon Emperor.
As for the choice, there really wasn’t much to say. Even the most severe humiliation in society can’t compare to actual death. As long as she’s alive, there’s a possibility of becoming a Demon Emperor or even a Demon God. Once dead, there’s nothing left.
Therefore, even if it was an unfair treaty that disgraced and humiliated the Race, she had to sign it. Anyway, signing this treaty only cost her face and prestige; she wasn’t the one actually bearing the financial burden.
Besides, she wasn’t the Demon Emperor. Whether this treaty would actually have any effect after her signing it was uncertain. Perhaps, they would still need to wake up Illidan Demon Emperor to sign and seal the deal.
Thinking of this, Victor picked up the pen, heavy as a thousand pounds, and signed her name at the bottom of the treaty. Then she glanced at Lynn and also left a soul mark on it.
Lynn was not concerned whether Victor, as the representative of the Demon Realm, had any real authority in signing this treaty. He just needed the outer demons to bear the title.
Anyway, the Seven Great Demon Kings were the ones executing the tasks, and Illidan Demon Emperor would surely recognize this treaty. Thus, no unexpected situations would arise as long as Victor took the blame and the infamy.
As Victor signed and marked the treaty, Lynn was satisfied and summoned it back.
"Very well, I think time is of the essence. Since the treaty has been signed, let’s proceed as planned. Today is a good day, let’s first make a twenty percent down payment."
Saying this, Lynn shook a stack of agreements in his hand, and his words made many of the demons’ hearts ache vaguely.
The twenty percent down payment, while not yet at a flaying or dismantling level for the Demon Race, certainly scraped cleanly across their heads. Once this amount was sent to the Miracle World, the other side would get rich, while the Demon Realm would have to tighten their belts for the next thirty years.
Originally, it was said to be a slow cut of the knife, painful yes, but not to the point of life and death. But this down payment alone cost them half a lifetime’s savings in one stroke, leaving no telling how many years they’d need to recover.
It’s not just about other demons; even the Seven Great Demon Kings, who have a close and special relationship with Lynn, couldn’t help but want to glare at him. But with so many demons present, it wasn’t appropriate to act out. If it were in private, they’d definitely show him the power of them sisters!
They surely couldn’t defeat Lynn elsewhere, but they had Phantom, the Lust Demon King, backing them. On a different battlefield, they might achieve a notable victory.
However... that was in the past. Now Lynn had become a True God, a genuine godly form, even if the Lust Demon King had extraordinary innate talent in that area, she might not necessarily reverse-hunt a deity with a mortal demon body.
Oh, how did the talk drift here? Now we should be quietly glaring at him!
Unfortunately, comparing the strength of the Demon Race and Lynn as a deity, they couldn’t glare at him angrily, at most they could lock him with eyes of humiliation.
But this way, in his eyes, wouldn’t it seem like they’re acting coyly toward him? How ridiculous to suffer such a huge loss and still try to please him!
Thus, the Seven Great Demon Kings simply exhibited the classic posture of dare not speaking their anger, the measure was about right, not too arrogant nor too cowardly.
"If you don’t speak, I’ll assume you agree. But whether you agree or not doesn’t matter much, as long as I don’t see enough of the down payment by midnight tonight, don’t blame me for randomly selecting a hundred thousand lucky demons every hour past the deadline to reunite with the Demon Dragon Emperor. You can gamble on this, because when I say random, I mean truly random, without special focus on the Demon Realm leadership, considering the billions of Demons around, the first few rounds might not necessarily fall on you."
Lynn talked to himself regardless of the reaction from the demons in the Demon Realm. Anyway, at this point, the Lower Realm was completely under his divine garlic grip. If you have opinions, you can go talk to your Demon God King and see if he can help you.
After delivering these instructions with an indisputable tone, Lynn again scanned the audience, and amidst the demon race’s fearful gazes, he crossed the World Wall and returned to Miracle World.
After he left the edge of the Demon Realm for a while, the tight atmosphere somewhat eased.
Victor’s silence was lifted with Lynn’s departure, but she glanced at the Seven Great Demon Kings several times and had nothing to say.
At this point, what could be done? To honestly scurry to make the down payment for Miracle Saint Emperor is the only way, knowing that their time is not ample, the deadline is at midnight tonight.
As for the joke Miracle Saint Emperor made upon departure about gambling, they dared not gamble, even if the so-called lucky demons truly avoided them, the entire demon race, constantly risking sudden death, would undoubtedly burst into chaos.