But after Martin Rayleigh said that, the way the others looked at the three of them changed from pity to envy.
Although those who passed the Fiend trials and became Fiends were generally stronger than ordinary beings,
even so, they were only Low-Gods.
In the battles to come, they would still be in great danger if they encountered a Mid-God or were caught in the crossfire of a High-God's battle.
Now that the three of them had received a promise from Martin Rayleigh—even if it was only to "help once, if he had the strength to spare"—their chances of surviving this mission had improved considerably.
Aier nodded slightly.
It seemed that Martin Rayleigh, the Six-Star Fiend, was a reasonable man.
In a world where might made right, like the Divine Planes and the Supreme Plane, most people believed in "the rule of the fist": if I was stronger than you, then anything I did to you was justified.
When the weak faced the strong, if they had no powerful backer to make the strong think twice, daring to refuse them really could get them killed.
You couldn't stay in a city your whole life, could you?
So "being reasonable," which Aier's previous life had considered a basic moral standard, was exceptionally rare in this world.
The Metal Lifeform transformed into a golden streak of light and flew into the distance.
Bailing Mountain was not far from Purple Cloud City, only a little over three hundred thousand kilometers away.
Martin Rayleigh's Metal Lifeform was merely average, traveling at just over four thousand meters per second—slower than an ordinary High-God. Its advantage was that it could fly continuously as long as it was supplied with divine power.
A journey of a little over three hundred thousand kilometers was not far in the