· Return to the Human Race

"Stronger than the God of War, Artosh?"

After hearing Jibril's words, Plum stared in disbelief at Lu Qiming, who was beside him being pestered every which way by the Seadrinker queen, Laira. After all, the core concept of the God of War, Artosh, was "the strongest." Because he was the strongest, he was the strongest.

And now, Jibril was actually saying Lu Qiming was even stronger than the God of War, Artosh. Didn't that mean that, aside from the One True God Tet, Lu Qiming was the strongest being in existence?

At that thought, Plum's heart could not help but burn with excitement. If he followed a god like this, then the solution Lu Qiming had previously mentioned to the Dhampir's current predicament would surely be something he could accomplish with ease.

As for whether Jibril might be lying to him, Plum did not doubt it in the slightest. The creator of the Flügel was the God of War, Artosh, so she could not possibly deceive him with such false words. Besides, Azriel and Raphael beside her had not objected either.

"All right, that isn't important. What matters is that I'll resolve the coming extinction crisis of the Dhampir according to our agreement, and all you need to do is hand me the Dhampir Race Piece."

Lu Qiming pushed away Laira Lorelei, who was wearing the expression of a lovestruck pervert beside him. Ever since the Seadrinkers had become his in every sense just now, this woman had completely let herself go and wanted Lu Qiming to keep treating her the way he had before.

"Yes. But to obtain the acknowledgment of the Race Piece, it must be witnessed by the Covenants. So, Lord Lu Qiming, we must still play a game with stakes both sides acknowledge."

As he spoke,