The Mech Touch novel Chapter 7583

Chapter 7583: Demonic Ultimatum

The demon responded.

Not with words. Not with sound. Only feelings and impressions.

Ves was already accustomed with this non-verbal method of communication. He parsed the demon’s surprisingly clean and noiseless message with near-native speed and fluency.

Blinky’s feline expression immediately drooped.

"Are you serious? I am asking you to accept a boon that is highly beneficial to you. I am willing to do this even knowing that it will directly put Saint Orfan at a disadvantage. Yet instead of choosing any of the obvious options, you are asking for this of all things?!"

"..."

The demon did not convey much in reaction. It merely emphasized its determination.

The Prophet’s Bane was not joking. This was not a decision that he made on a whim.

Ves felt even more disturbed by that. He could have dismissed a careless demand if it was merely the product of madness. Yet the Middle Demon had displayed enough rationality that such an excuse could not be made.

"I cannot accede to your request. It violates the fundamental principles of human civilization." Ves pushed back. "I will never permit the brutal practice of sacrificing the lives of human beings just to sate your perverted bloodlust. If you truly insist on harvesting the lives of sentient beings, I can agree to sacrifice the lives of captured alien soldiers. Their souls may possess different flavors, but they are just as ’nutritious’ as human ones, if not more due to their participation in the Red War."

The Riot Mark III conveyed a strong feeling of rejection in response to his words!

The demon acknowledged Ves’ words, but that was all. He still insisted on human sacrifice!

Ves felt increasingly more upset with the direction of this negotiation. "You are doing this to hurt us, aren’t you? You want to take revenge against me for bringing you into existence, only to lead a life of pain and suffering. It is not enough for us to feed you with the lives of sentient beings. You want us to become complicit in this foul deed. You want to stain my hands with human blood until I become just as dark and corrupted as yourself."

"..."

The Middle Demon did not bother to reject this accusation. He conveyed a strong pulse of pleasure and anticipation! That was a clear sign that Ves was right on the mark!

Damn.

The Prophet’s Bane was a vindictive bastard. What was worse was that he also happened to be fairly intelligent.

The combination between these two traits produced a monster that knew exactly how to strike back at his captor where it hurt the most!

Ves had been prepared to make quite a few concessions, even ones that directly set back Saint Orfan’s chances of winning her perpetual struggle against her own demon.

Yet when given an opportunity to gain a direct advantage against his current prey, the Prophet’s Bane did not grasp it, but instead sought to target an entirely different individual!

The mech designer quickly weighed the proposal. The lack of time made it difficult to mull over it for too long. Ves needed to hurry up and make up his mind within a minute or less.

The noble and more human side of him insisted on rejecting this ridiculous demand. He could never allow a demon to dictate terms to his owner and controller. Giving ground at this junction would not only put Ves in a lot of trouble, but also change his relationship with the D-mech in an undesirable direction.

Yet the urgency of the current situation pushed him to disregard the ethical problems and acquiesce to the demand. Who cared about morality when survival was at stake? The early invasion of the deathborn race posed such a great threat to red humanity and all other life in the Red Ocean that lesser principles had to give way to greater priorities!

As Ves felt torn between these two mindsets, he ultimately bowed down to the altar of necessity.

Although a high-ranking mech pilot would never betray his own principles like this, Ves was not a saint.

He was a mech designer.

He was a man who had grasped enough power to become the youngest tier 2 galactic citizen of red humanity.

He knew enough about how the people at the top of the hierarchy operated that he had learned a fundamental truth.

"...Fine." Ves said as if he had just spit out a foul morsel. "Your request will be difficult to meet, but I will promise you I will do my best to satisfy your... bloody appetite. The quota that you have set is excessive. I cannot possibly deliver hundreds of human beings to the slaughter on a daily basis. The bloodshed is too much and the logistics will be problematic. It will invite too much backlash from my own clan and other do-gooders."

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