When it came to greed, Salina admitted she was no match for their Blood Son!
Ten percent!
She already felt that was like snatching food from a tiger's mouth.
Yet the Blood Son actually thought it was not enough. From the look of him, he clearly wanted a lion's roar.
Ruthless!
Shameless!
Salina said, "My apologies. I spoke out of turn!"
She withdrew!
"..."
The Blood God Clone did not know whether to laugh or cry. "There's no need to go that far. I'm doing this for our Blood Race too."
"They have no better options left. Although it looks as though they can repeatedly reuse that power to restore themselves, there must be considerable hidden consumption involved. Ordinary people simply cannot see it. Otherwise, they would not have come begging me for help."
"If we don't fleece them now, then who should we fleece?"
Hearing the Blood God Clone's explanation, Salina fell into thought. She nodded slightly. "You're right."
"Those Gluttony Race Demon Venerables aren't good people either. We should fight for as many benefits for our Blood Race as possible. There's no need to be polite."
"But are you sure they'll agree?"
Salina was still somewhat worried. Those were Demon Venerable Level beings. They would not be so easy to control.
Only the Blood Son would dare do something like this. If it were anyone else, just see if they would dare.
If it were her, she would probably quit while she was ahead and would not dare go too far.
It was not that she feared those Gluttony Race Demon Venerables. Rather, just as she had said before, she feared ending up with nothing.
"Don't worry. If they refuse, aren't there other Darkness Breeds?" the Blood God Clone said.
"That's right!" Salina came to her senses, and