The Rise of the Black Plain

Chapter 2039 It Tastes Like Shit

Under Vico's gaze, the three aliens felt terrible pressure as they saw their surroundings change according to their greatest fears.

At the same time, they felt as if their bodies were bound or trapped in things that only they could imagine since these things didn't even exist in the Spiritual World.

Even though they were aware that they were hallucinating in front of a God, they couldn't counteract the feelings in their beings and withstand the enemy's pressure.

After only five seconds under Vico's domination, the weakest of them opened their mouth and spoke in the common language of the Spiritual World.

"30 years, in no more than 30 years, our reinforcements will arrive! But please, stop what you're doing. Don't kill me!" The weakest of the three Demigods cried out in agony.

"30 years?"

"Just that?"

The people outside the cell wondered, all with negative expressions on their faces, as the atmosphere around them became more tense and anxious.

Three decades was not enough! 

To give you an idea, the strongest of those present there didn't expect to improve their cultivation by more than one level in such a period, even if they went into seclusion after today until the enemies arrived!

Even someone who could improve as quickly as Minos couldn't help but worry about this information.

'Thirty years is too short. If everything works out for me, I'll reach level 92 at the most. But if I have problems, I'll be level 91 at best...' Minos thought, feeling rather uncomfortable.

Considering that he had a powerful innate ability that would become even stronger as he progressed to the 10th stage, Minos was aware that his strength would improve exponentially very soon. However, even considering this and what Abby could do with her fusion in the future, he still wasn't confident he could fight on an equal footing with peak Demigods.

But the enemies certainly had such people on their side, while there would also be Gods in the battle for the supremacy of the Spiritual World.

So he was worried, just like Vico.

'If these three folks succeed, it will be enough time for us to form a group of four Gods of the Spiritual World. But will it be enough to protect our world? I have a feeling that the enemy won't be intimidated by this number of Gods.' He was silent momentarily while the people in his group muttered negative things.

Then Vico asked the most important question. "How many Gods does your group have?"

Everyone stopped talking or even thinking about this dire situation and turned their attention to those three.

Two seconds after Vico's question, the other level 90 alien couldn't stand the mental pressure of his enemy and shouted. "There are 16 Gods in the Hall of Gods!"

"It can't be..." The eyes of the strongest sky whale there twitched as he felt as if someone had taken his soul out of his body and shaken it 200,000 times in a single moment.

The other beings from the strongest powers in the Spiritual World were just as shocked as that sea beast.

The strongest dragon there turned pale when he heard the number of enemy Gods, while the dark circles under the eyes of the elves there grew larger as if they had lost a large part of their vitality.

Minos stood with his mouth open. He felt a void in his mind as if everything he had just thought had no meaning anymore.

'In 30 years, we will have to face at most 16 Gods...' He closed his mouth and swallowed his saliva while Ruth almost vomited next to him, extremely sick after hearing the worst news they could get.

"16? Are you kidding?" Vico asked in surprise, not expecting the opposing numbers to be so superior.

The Spiritual World had produced 5 Gods simultaneously in its best generation ever. How were they going to face an opponent that currently had 16 Gods? Hell, they were about to enter a chaotic era where they would be weakened even if they had no external problems!

"He wasn't lying," Iktun said. "The Hall of Gods, the home of the Gods of the Mechanic Empire, currently has 16 Gods! But that's not all. The 16 legions have a total of 160 level 99 Demigods and over 1 million Demigods!" He laughed maliciously. "Robots like the one Minos Stuart destroyed are as numerous as the members of my race. Do you know what that means?"

Iktun's eyes lit up. "We have 16 more mechanical Gods! His Majesty has 16 level 100 robots under his command, you bastards!"

There was no way they could resist Vico's power. Sooner or later, all this would be said, for better or worse. But Iktun preferred to do things his own way. He preferred to show these ignorant hicks how lost they were!

For him, his life was already over. Catching a glimpse of their despair was the best he could do.

"Glory to the Mechanic Empire! All you hicks will be our slaves if you don't die in the war in 30 years!" He hatefully said as he looked at these people, villainously smiling as he searched for Minos.

Meanwhile, blood dripped from all his orifices as he felt his essence being squeezed by Vico.

"MINOS! Don't forget that! You'll be the first to die! I've made sure of that!" Iktun shouted as he stood up against Vico.

Since he had already said all that was important and shown himself to be so violent, he knew that he would die.

But as the loser of the war, he was already okay with his eventual death. Threatening his great enemy one last time was enough for him!

"Commander..." The other two men clenched their fists as they watched Iktun's attitude with emotion.

"When the skies of the entire Spiritual World darken, and space becomes inflexible, the forces that will rule this world will arrive!

Chaos will bring the destruction of all your forces! My defeat will not be forgotten. Chaos will bring justice for my crew!"

After a few moments of speaking, Iktun made all his threats against Minos and the entire Spiritual World, finally giving up and dying under Vico's pressure.

Vico didn't kill the other two because he had more questions in mind. But after realizing that Iktun preferred to die his own way, the new God of the Spiritual World decided to eliminate him without further ado. 

The other two seemed to be more cooperative and didn't seem to have such different knowledge. Otherwise, Iktun himself wouldn't have spoken so many truths amid his threats.

But even with Iktun's death, the natives of the Spiritual World couldn't help but get a bad taste in their mouths.

'Yeah... This is what shit tastes like...' Minos closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

They really were in deep shit! There was no way that the situation in their world could get any worse than it already was!

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