Although the Scarab Demon King was greedy, he was not foolish. He would not risk his life and his holdings for the sake of greed.
Andrew raised a hand, and a map appeared before him—the distribution map of the Demon King of Hell's forces. Then, he said:
"Your territory is here. After defeating the Mummy Demon King and the Mist Demon King, I will break through from this direction. In other words, I will not attack your territory.
We can sign a contract to guarantee that your territory remains safe. Of course, an even better option would be for you to join us and become our ally. How much wealth would that take?
Don't talk to me about freedom. Since you were willing to serve under the Darkness Demon King, you can naturally serve under me as well."
"I chose to serve under the Darkness Demon King not only because He was especially generous, but also because He truly had a chance of becoming the Lord of Hell. When that time came, He could protect me."
The Scarab Demon King said, "Mechanical Demon King, can you become the Lord of Hell? If you cannot, then no matter how much wealth you offer me, I will not join you.
As for your first proposal, I can consider it. However, I will draft the terms, and the price will not be cheap."
Andrew smiled. He stared straight at the Scarab Demon King without saying anything. The Scarab Demon King was initially puzzled, but then he sensed something and abruptly lowered his head to look at his chest. There was clearly a scar there—a scar that even a Demon King could not heal.
The problem was that the scar had not existed a second ago. Even stranger, the Scarab Demon King clearly remembered