1516 The Oath of Death...
"According to the Rules set by the Association, when you find a new, unidentified world, you are supposed to report it to the Association and then a team to subjugate the world will be formed.
Yet not only did you not file a report,
You even dared to form an army and attack the world on your own, Are you prepared for the consequences?"
Zarathor questioned as he stared at the woman sitting in front of him.
"Cut the bullshit, Zarathor."
Nyssara snorted.
"Both of us know that you out of all the people don't give a damn about the rules. The very fact that you are here with your own personal army instead of the Association's men is the proof of that."
Hearing those words, Zarathor's smile widened even further.
"This is why I love talking to smart people."
"..." Nyssara didn't say anything.
"The Association is currently divided into 5 main factions, yours, mine, and three others. If we follow the rules, you will only get to devour the will of the third world we conquer and I will only get the fourth one.
Reporting to the Association right now is indeed a foolish choice."
Zarathor nodded continuously, the demonic smile never left his face. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
"Honestly, if I were in your place, I would have done the same thing and devoured this world's will the instant I got the chance.
But..."
Zarathor then glanced at Nyssara and,
"But now that I know about this world's existence as well, I can't just leave it alone. How do you wish to resolve it?"
Zarathor questioned directly.
Yes, none of the two leaders were loyal to the Association they were part of. They were ready to betray it for the benefits they receive, the only question was that who was supposed to receive these benefits.
"Since my turn to devour the world was supposed to come before you anyway, why don't you give this world to me?" Nyssara proposed.
"Hahahaha!" Zarathor laughed out loud.
"That was a funny suggestion.
To talk about the Association's turns when both of us are essentially betraying it, how ironic."
Zarathor's face then turned serious and, "Stop joking around, Nyssara. Come up with a more logical solution,"
"What do you have in your mind then?" Nyssara questioned directly.
"Let's go to War."
Zarathor offered with a big smile on his face.
Nyssara narrowed her eyes and Zarathor continued to explain,
"Neither you nor me is going to back down anyway, so there is no point in discussing this any further.
Let's continue with the oldest way in the book,
We fight for it."
"You wish to lose thousands of Ultimate Stage Powerhouses for a world that couldn't even form a Protection Field?"
Nyssara frowned.
There was a reason why even after 2 weeks, the number of strong beings who had died could be counted with 2 hands.
War was a foolish choice, losing thousands of capable subordinates for a single world wasn't worth it. After all, the moment they lose them, they will lose their standing in the Association and will be devoured by others.
"I am not proposing an all-out War."
Zarathor wasn't a fool either.
"What I am proposing is an Alliance."
"An Alliance...?"
Nyssara frowned.
What sort of alliance starts with a War?
She couldn't understand.
"We will use War to decide who wins the right to devour the world, I would have offered a one-on-one duel but I know you would never agree to it.
Since you tend to rely on your subordinates more, I came up with this idea.
We will continue the War till one side surrenders.
Once the War ends, the winning side will get to devour the world and to prevent any leaks, the losing side will stay here until the will of the world is devoured.
And no matter the result of the War, if, in the future, a situation like this repeats itself where our forces find a world independently, the losing side will get to devour it.
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