"Unexpectedly, he actually succeeded in the challenge!" In the castle hall, a tall, burly man with flowing crimson hair sat impatiently, with a dozen castle guards carefully standing watch behind him.
The burly man was none other than Pusluo.
Back in the Bies Volcano Range, Andrew killed Aliquin in exchange for Andrew's service for 100,000 years. Pusluo didn't take Andrew seriously at the time, casually brushing it off, and later refused to acknowledge the debt. The two fought over this, Pusluo lost.
Andrew did not make things difficult for Pusluo and eventually made a gentleman's agreement, granting Pusluo a hundred years of freedom. Although Pusluo was cunning, he still had some dignity as a strong person and thus accepted the offer.
Considering the time frame, there are still decades until their agreement, so Pusluo has essentially come ahead of schedule to fulfill his promise.
Over the decades, Pusluo had traveled to many places and encountered many powerful figures. He was by nature a combative person, and as he traveled south from the Zijing Continent, he had taken many lives, some of whom were even Seven-Star Fiend. However, whenever he thought of his promise to Andrew, Pusluo always felt a thorn in his heart, so in the end he simply stopped traveling and headed straight for the Bloodflame Prefecture.
"Only a hundred thousand years. Hmph, once my hundred thousand years are over, I'll challenge the Asura!" Having just gained his freedom, he had already lost it again, so of course Pusluo was unhappy. Unhappy as he was, there was really nothing he could do about it; he couldn't go back on his word again.
Pusluo's unhappiness was so overwhelming that it's no wonder Kang'en treated him like an uninvited guest.
" Pusluo, you certainly didn't disappoint me!" Upon receiving the message, Andrew rushed over and was overjoyed to see Pusluo in person. He was currently short-handed, and with Pusluo's help, he wouldn't have to worry about the Bloodflame Prefecture's affairs.
Pusluo saw Andrew and his gaze sharpened. He realized that Andrew was even more powerful than before, after decades apart.
"What a monster!" Pusluo cursed inwardly.
Andrew paid no attention to any of this. He waved his men away and asked happily, "According to the agreement, you still had several decades left. Why did you come early?"
Pusluo snorted twice and said, "You're early, so be it. I, Pusluo, keep my word." In fact, generally speaking, the words of a strong person are credible, but it depends on who they are dealing with, unless the other party has the strength to command their respect. Pusluo is the best example of this.
Andrew nodded. "That's true. We agreed on 100,000 years, and it's 100,000 years. After that time, you'll be free to roam the world."
Pusluo hurriedly said, "Don't forget those three drops of the Sovereign’s Might!"
Pusluo's early fulfillment of his promise was also largely due to the three drops of Sovereign’s Might. Previously, Pusluo had encountered a powerful Asura. Knowing his personality, he would inevitably fight any expert he encountered. Their strength was initially evenly matched, with Pusluo even slightly superior. Unfortunately for him, the opponent possessed Sovereign’s Might ... After using Sovereign’s Might, the opponent easily defeated Pusluo, which greatly angered Pusluo.
He made up his mind that once he received the Sovereign’s Might from Andrew, he would definitely take revenge.
Andrew, unaware of his past, didn't elaborate. "What I said, I always keep!"
Just then, Kang'en walked in.
Andrew gave a brief introduction to Pusluo, then appointed him as the Commander of the Bloodflame Prefecture's Prefecture Army, and then entrusted the rest to Kang'en.
Kang'en couldn't understand why the Lord of the Manor trusted Pusluo so much. However, he wasn't a talkative person. In his heart, Kang'en didn't think highly of Pusluo.
"The Grand Commander of the Prefecture Army is the second most important figure in the Prefecture Army. Even with the appointment from the Prefect, Moli and his men won't give up."
Moli is the strongest of the five Commander of the Prefecture Army, and is also the de facto Commander of the Prefecture Army.
Andrew understood this perfectly well. Pusluo was new and had suddenly risen to a high position, which would inevitably cause resentment among many. He wasn't worried at all; in the Infernal Realm, strength reigned supreme. If Pusluo, with his abilities, couldn't handle these matters, then Andrew had no use for him.
"Call!"
"Call!"
A strong, cold wind swept through the canyon, leaving behind numerous craters and craters on both sides. Not far away, scattered corpses lay on the side. Clearly, a battle had recently taken place here.
" Commander, all the bandits have been killed, not a single one survived!" At the top of the canyon, a short but sturdy warrior respectfully reported.
In front of the soldier, a burly man, two meters tall, haphazardly stroked his beard.
"Clean up the battlefield immediately! Collect everything, not a single Inkstone! Tell the brothers, no hiding anything. If you find anything, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
The soldier looked at him with awe, then replied without hesitation, "Yes, sir!"
"Damn it, all this killing is trash..." The burly man kicked a nearby corpse in two. "Not a single expert. You expect me to do this job?"
This burly man was none other than Pusluo. At this moment, Pusluo was leading more than three hundred soldiers to wipe out bandits within the territory of Bloodflame Prefecture. Of course, their target was not the bandits themselves, but their valuables.
Robbing bandits—that was the first task Andrew gave Pusluo. Although the task seemed low-level, Pusluo had no right to resist and could only set off with a group of men.
Almost every day, Andrew received spoils from Pusluo and his men. Watching his wealth steadily increase, Andrew smiled with satisfaction.
" Digelunsi contributed nearly a quadrillion Inkstone to me, which is enough for me to extract five to six drops of the Sovereign’s Might. However, this is far from enough!"
Andrew desperately needs Inkstone. As the lord of the Bloodflame Prefecture, he is richer than most gods in the Infernal Realm. However, Andrew is not satisfied at all. Extracting a single drop of the Sovereign’s Might requires more than a hundred trillion Inkstone, which is an astronomical figure. Even if he included all his wealth, it would only be equivalent to a few drops of the Sovereign’s Might.
Andrew needs more Inkstone to obtain the Sovereign’s Might.
That's why he sent his troops out to suppress the bandits.
In the Infernal Realm, if we're talking about the most numerous group, it has to be bandits. This isn't surprising; Infernal Realm only has a little over a thousand cities—how many people can they hold? And what is the total number of life forms in the Infernal Realm? It's safe to say that most of the gods living outside the cities are bandits!
This shows how numerous the bandits were!
Generally speaking, bandits are not very strong; those who are strong wouldn't need to be bandits. Being weak, they naturally accumulate little wealth. However, due to their sheer number, the total wealth among bandits is considerable. Otherwise, Andrew wouldn't have set his sights on them.
Even so, Andrew was still not satisfied. At this moment, he was planning whether to hold an auction to sell the Sovereign’s Might!
"In the Infernal Realm, only Aiken can extract the Sovereign’s Might from Inkstone. However, compared to him, I can extract the Sovereign’s Might many times faster. After all, he doesn't have treasures like Soul Stone. As long as I have Inkstone, I can quickly convert them into the Sovereign’s Might!"
"The preciousness of the Sovereign’s Might is common knowledge. A single drop of the Sovereign’s Might is worth at least tens of trillions of Inkstone... Considering this, auctioning it off is incredibly worthwhile for me."
The Sovereign’s Might is a treasure that is always priceless and hard to find, especially for powerful individuals. Andrew thought to himself that if the Sovereign’s Might were to be auctioned off, it would definitely cause a sensation.
Just as he was pondering the idea of auctioning off the Sovereign’s Might, the people from the Four Divine Beasts Clan arrived.
At dawn, a tiger-shaped Metallic Lifeform landed in front of the Bloodflame City, and two figures emerged from it. One had silver hair and a cold expression, while the other was tall, dressed in a white robe, and had an equally indifferent face.
The two were Elder Bru and White Tiger Clan Leader, both from the Four Divine Beasts Clan.
Putting away their Metallic Lifeform, the White Tiger Clan Leader led the way into the city. The two headed straight for the Lord's Castle, ignoring everything in their path.
"Wait!" Elder Bru suddenly exclaimed, "There's the aura of the Azure Dragon Clan nearby!" Elder Bru possessed a very high level of Azure Dragon Bloodline, and his sensitivity to Azure Dragon Bloodline was also very strong.
The White Tiger Clan Leader asked in confusion, "Could it be that we just encountered the Lord of the Bloodflame Prefecture?"
Elder Bru shook his head. "No, this aura isn't strong... It's over there!" Soon, he pinpointed the source of the aura. The two immediately chased after it and stopped someone in front of the Fiend Castle.
"Who are you?" Bernistan had just stepped out of the Fiend Castle when two figures suddenly blocked his way. What surprised him most was the intense pressure one of them exuded. He quickly realized that this person was from the Azure Dragon Clan! Not only that, but his bloodline and strength were also superior to his own!
Elder Bru, as the third-ranking member of the Azure Dragon Clan, usually didn't care about those below the rank of elder, so he naturally didn't know Bernistan. Bernistan, on the other hand, was merely a Six-Star Fiend and wasn't qualified to know Elder Bru, so the two didn't know each other.
However, through their shared bloodline, they both knew that the other was of the same race.