Demon Emperor Daochen was somewhat resigned. "You can give me ten Two-Star Origins in place of one Three-Star Origin, plus some supplies as compensation, and I'll let you leave."
The representatives of the three worlds immediately beamed, hurriedly handing over three rings with meek, deferential expressions.
They were all filled with Two-Star Origins and supplies.
One even contained two extra Two-Star Origins.
"Great Supreme Powerhouse, could you allow us to become your followers?"
Demon Emperor Daochen looked at him in surprise. "What's the difference between followers and slaves?"
"Why do you want to become my followers? Aren't you afraid I'll use you as cannon fodder?"
In truth, followers were merely slaves in another form. They could be called people who volunteered for slavery.
They were exceedingly rare.
The Supreme Powerhouse scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed. "We've been through the Slaughter Battlefield twice. We no longer have the strength to survive a third time. If this continues, our world will face either destruction or enslavement. There can be no third choice."
"Rather than end up as Origins in someone else's hands while we become piles of dry bones, we'd be better off following you. At least you wouldn't abandon a source of troops, would you?"
"We don't need you to give us anything. When troops are needed, we'll send them just the same. We only hope you can give us a chance to survive."
He had to admit that the man was both accepting of his circumstances and clearheaded.
The Demon Emperor shook his head. "That's too much trouble. I don't need so many Slave Worlds. One or two Slave Worlds to help clean up battlefields and handle some logistical work would already satisfy me."
"Too many Slave Worlds would become a burden. I'm not particularly fond of that."
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