In the center of the main hall, on the dragon throne.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Gao Qiu looked at the Nightmare kneeling before him and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"The once high and mighty Lord Nightmare has actually knelt down one day! How satisfying! How truly exhilarating!"
Nightmare lowered his head and slammed his fists into the ground, creating cracks.
He did not refute, but suppressed the humiliation in his heart.
"Gao Qiu... I've had enough of teasing you. Name your terms."
"What will it take for you to intervene and stop the Dragon God?"
Gao Qiu stopped laughing, revealing his greedy nature.
"It's very simple."
"If you want me to take action, you must give me everything in the headquarters 'Treasure Pavilion."
"All?!"
The Clown, his eyes reddening, was about to unleash his fury.
"Okay, I promise."
Nightmare took a deep breath and surprisingly agreed immediately.
"Hehe, Lord Nightmare is indeed sensible."
"But..."
Gao Qiu drawled, his gaze shifting playfully to the Clown beside him, "This still seems to lack a little bit of sincerity."
Nightmare's heart sank; he knew Gao Qiu all too well.
This unscrupulous businessman is forcing even Clown to bow down to him.
"Clown, kneel down."
"Nightmare commanded coldly."
"Lord Nightmare! What is he anyway?!"
The Clown's eyes were bloodshot, but he absolutely refused.
"I'm telling you to kneel down! That's an order!"
Nightmare roared.
The Clown gritted his teeth, trembling all over, and finally knelt down on one knee under the Nightmare's gaze.
"Great! Haha, very good!"
Gao Qiu then laughed with satisfaction.
With a wave of his long sleeves, a wooden door was torn open out of thin air in one corner of the treasure vault.
"Get out of here. I'll only consider sending troops when you've brought back what's in the Treasure Pavilion."
Nightmare stood up, clutching his left arm. "I understand. I will personally present the treasure soon."
"Clown, let's go!"
The two figures, looking extremely disheveled, stepped into the spatial gate one after the other.
Wow.
When the two opened their eyes again, they found themselves on a forest path, in the outskirts of the Dragon Xia Imperial City.
Only after leaving Gao Qiu's territory did the Clown finally speak.
"Are we really going to hand over the headquarters' Treasure Pavilion to that unscrupulous businessman?"
"That's the foundation that our Desolate God Society has accumulated over countless years!"
Nightmare glanced back in the direction of the Imperial City and sneered.
"Give it. Why not?"
"Gao Qiu is inherently greedy and arrogant. Now that he Wings and entered the Demigod, we can only go along with him for the time being."
"However... he won't be arrogant for long."
The Clown's eyes lit up, and he suddenly perked up. "Could it be... Lord Nightmare, you still have some hidden trump card?!"
Nightmare turned around and explained in a low voice as she walked forward.
What Gao Qiu knows is just the tip of the iceberg.
The Evil God behind him didn't reveal everything to him.
"He thought the Sage Man was really dead?"
"How utterly foolish! In fact, the great Sage has been killed by both humans and gods more than once throughout the ages."
"But each time, the adults are able to be resurrected after about a hundred years!"
"That's why the Dragon God of yesteryear disappeared after his period of glory, only to reappear now."
"Because even Dragon God as powerful as him cannot completely eradicate the existence of Evil God!"
Upon hearing this, the Clown was first startled, then somewhat disappointed and deflated.
"So... so that means we have to be that shrewish businessman's lackey for another hundred years?"
"It will take a hundred years for the adults to be resurrected?"
Nightmare snorted coldly, offering no direct answer.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a talisman.
"Clown, you are the youngest of the twelve seats in the Desolate God Society. You have a long road ahead of you, so don't let the setbacks you face break your spirit."
Whew~
The black flames consumed the talisman paper.
This is a directional return scroll left behind at headquarters by [Dusk] back then.
As the talisman burned, the light began to envelop the two of them.
The Nightmare stared at the Clown in the light, its tone chilling.
"It's better to rely on yourself than on others; fortunes change every thirty years!"
"Once this Dragon God crisis is over, let's join forces and directly attack and kill other extraordinary beings of the same rank."
"Absorb their Supernatural Ability! As long as we become strong enough..."
"The humiliation of today will be repaid a hundredfold by Gao Qiu in the future!"
These words ignited the Clown's passion, sweeping away his previous humiliation and energizing him completely!
"Alright! Whatever you say! Let's hurry back to the Treasure Pavilion to get the resources and keep that unscrupulous merchant at bay!"
Swish!
A burst of light flashed, and the two figures vanished from their spot, traversing thousands of miles of territory, and were teleported back to the Polar Icefield!
Deep within the headquarters of the Desolate God Society.
The teleportation light had barely faded when Nightmare and the Clown, before they could even catch their breath, were completely stunned.
What you see is no longer the gloom and grandeur of the past.
There wasn't even a trace of popularity left.
The elite troops and lowly guards who should have been stationed in various places are now...
They've all turned into gray-white stone sculptures!
"What... what's going on?!"
The Clown was stunned.
Nightmare's heart skipped a beat; an ominous premonition washed over her.
Ignoring his injuries, he rushed towards the Treasure Pavilion!
When he kicked open the door that was originally made of [Jianmu]...
No, even the main gate is gone!
The gate was violently broken in half, leaving only a pile of rubble!
The interior of the Treasure Pavilion behind the main gate was so clean that one could see their reflection in it.
Forget rare and Natural Treasures, Spirit Artifact and Weird Artifact; that thief was even so depraved as to steal the luminous pearl embedded in the wall for lighting...
The gold bricks on the floor were all scraped clean!
They even dismantled the door and took it with them!
Not a single crumb was left!
"Ah!!"
Nightmare, Nightmare spat out a mouthful of Black Mist, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace.
He endured countless humiliations in front of Gao Qiu but remained unmoved.
He knelt before a nouveau riche for the sake of the greater good without breaking down.
But in the end, when he endured the humiliation and prepared to claim his chips, he found that his home had been completely robbed!
This feeling of utter despair and emptiness completely blew him away!
"Who did this?! Who did this?!"
The Nightmare was frantically destroying the surrounding stone sculptures, its eyes bloodshot.
"The resources of the Treasure Pavilion are gone!"
"That cunning businessman Gao Qiu, who only casts a net when he sees the rabbit, will definitely not make a move! The whole plan is ruined!!"
Just as the Nightmare descended into madness, the Clown had been searching for clues nearby, suddenly noticed something and shouted with a strange expression.
"Lord Nightmare! Look quickly! Here... here are the thief's words!"
Upon hearing this, Nightmare transformed into Black Mist and pounced.
On the shattered rocks at the glacier's entrance, two lines of large, crooked characters are clearly carved:
[You lucky fools of the Desolate God Society! Consider your resources a tribute to your grandfather!]
[--Beautiful (Here's a smudge that wasn't wiped clean)... Left by the Dragon God!]
Staring at that line of words with nightmare, especially the word [] vaguely visible under the traces.
"Boom!"
"Damn idiot thief!! Do you think I'm a moron?!"
Nightmare kicked the ice rock into countless fragments.
"Let's not even talk about how that killer star Dragon God, is clearly on the Weird Island right now!"
"Why did you rub the word [] in front of you so perfunctorily? Are you so afraid that I won't recognize you that you are setting up trouble?!"
"Insulting my strength is one thing..."
"How dare you insult my intelligence?!"
"No matter who you are! I'll tear you to pieces, no matter where you are! Aaaaaah!!"
The Nightmare roared mournfully, echoing across the glacier, lingering for a long time.
At the same time.
China Ninth Base, Night Market, Snow Velvet Hotel.
Medusa, who was fast asleep on the king-size bed in the presidential suite, covered with a silk quilt, suddenly trembled.
Achoo!
"Hmph, who's secretly Envy my wisdom in the middle of the night?"
After saying that, she turned over, hugged her pillow, and went back to sleep.