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93: You should be grateful for becoming my vassal.Hearing this, the Lord of Corruption immediately grew curious.

She not only quickly spotted a swarm of insects slowly advancing towards them from afar but also noticed that everything in their path was gnawed clean.

If it weren’t for some of the insects being flightless, they probably would have gnawed three feet deep into the very earth.

However, that wasn’t the main point.

The main point was that at the center of these insects was an enormous egg—which was clearly the Mother Worm.

”How did those guys manage it?”

The Lord of Deception, feeling that their four trump cards were still intact, realized that they hadn’t used any of them, yet they had still managed to trick the Mother Worm into coming.

The Lord of Deception lightly tapped his coffee cup, narrowing his eyes, a playful glint flashing in the depths of his pupils.

”Interesting… Those youngsters, they actually managed to make the Mother Worm willingly move?”

He chuckled softly, turning to look at the Lord of Corruption, ”What method do you think they used? It couldn’t possibly be ’negotiation,’ could it?”

The Lord of Corruption glanced at the Lord of Deception and slowly said:

”It was indeed negotiation. One of the conditions was that we would protect that Mother Worm.”

”However, all of these were agreed to by that guy himself.”

The Lord of Deception raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

”Oh? That Mother Worm was so easy to talk to?”

The Lord of Corruption picked up her coffee and took a sip, saying blandly:

”Not exactly. The biggest reason is actually a problem with the Mother Worm’s gene chain.”

The Lord of Deception’s interest was piqued, ”What problem?”

The Lord of Corruption first subtly glanced at an old man by the door, then slowly began to speak:

”Because those guys made a wish, the Mother Worm’s will awakened prematurely.”

”But this also brought a problem: because it woke up too early, a disconnect appeared with its main body.”

”If it’s not repaired, then for a long time, this Mother Worm will be unable to exert its true strength.”

”And the best way to repair it is to consume a large amount of flesh and blood—and it must be the flesh and blood of different races, especially Critical Point monsters and humans.”

”For the Mother Worm, this was something it couldn’t refuse.”

After hearing the Lord of Corruption’s explanation, a sharp gleam flashed in the Lord of Deception’s eyes.

He gently swirled the coffee cup in his hand, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

”So that’s it.” The Lord of Deception chuckled softly, but his gaze swept directly towards the old man who had been eavesdropping by the door.

”Hey! Old man, instead of standing outside in the cold, why don’t you come in and sit down?”

The old man by the door stiffened slightly upon hearing this, then slowly walked into the coffee shop.

He wore a loose grey robe that almost completely concealed him, revealing only a gaunt, skeletal chin.

The old man slowly walked over and sat down in front of the two Evil Spirits, a hoarse laugh emanating from beneath his grey robe:

”Heh heh heh… I didn’t expect to be discovered.”

He stretched out a bony finger and lightly tapped the table. On that finger was a strangely shaped ring, embedded with an incredibly dark gem—clearly a Godshard Fragment.

”Allow me to introduce myself,” the old man’s voice suddenly became clear and strong,

”I am the leader of the World-Destroying Organization, and everyone calls me the Old Man of Destruction.”

He looked at the two, with a hint of probing, ”May I ask who you two are?”

The Lord of Deception and the Lord of Corruption exchanged glances.

World-Destroying Organization?

They had never heard that name before.

However, since the other party dared to call themselves ”World-Destroying,” coupled with the Skyfall lower-tier strength displayed by this old man, this organization should not be simple.

Of course, it couldn’t be too strong—after all, their leader was only Skyfall lower-tier, not even Doomsday-level.

The Lord of Deception smiled slightly and spoke first:

”One of the nine monarchs of the Calamity Court, the Lord of Deception.”

The Lord of Corruption glanced at the Old Man of Destruction and said casually:

”The Lord of Corruption.”

The Old Man of Destruction noticed the disdainful gazes from the two opposite him but did not get angry on the spot.

He clearly felt that even just sitting there, he experienced a constant sense of mortal threat—as if these two could easily strangle him with just a thought.

And this was merely two of the nine monarchs of the Calamity Court.

The Old Man of Destruction had also heard people in his organization mention the Calamity Court.

Although their philosophies differed, their goal was the same—both wanted to open the Critical Point.

That was enough.

The fingers beneath the grey robe trembled slightly, and the Godshard Fragment ring flickered with unstable light.

He let out two dry laughs, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper rubbing:

”So it’s two of the Calamity Court… This old man has been rude.”

The Lord of Corruption suddenly pressed her hand on her coffee cup, and countless struggling human faces appeared on the surface of the black liquid:

”Your World-Destroying Organization… How many people do you have?”

The air instantly solidified.

The hem of the Old Man of Destruction’s robe billowed without wind, revealing half of a decaying ankle:

”Seventy-two Radiant Stars, twelve Skyfalls, plus this unworthy leader of mine.”

He deliberately emphasized the numbers ”seventy-two” and ”twelve.”

The Lord of Deception suddenly clapped his hands and laughed loudly: ”What a coincidence! Our Court just happens to be short of some errand boys!”

A cunning glint flashed in his eyes, ”How about… you become my vassals?”

The Old Man of Destruction’s face beneath the grey robe instantly stiffened, and the Godshard Fragment on his ring burst forth with a dazzling red light.

The temperature in the coffee shop instantly dropped to freezing, and a thick layer of frost formed on the surface of the coffee cups on the table.

”Your joke… is not very amusing.” His voice carried clear killing intent, and his gaunt fingers were already resting on the ring.

However, the Lord of Deception seemed unconcerned, playing with his new ring as he said:

”Compared to that, I’m more curious… How do you have so many people?”

”72 Radiant Stars plus 12 Skyfalls, that’s more strength than any of the three major nations! How did you manage it?”

The corner of the Old Man of Destruction’s mouth twitched slightly beneath his grey robe, not paying too much attention to the other party’s new ring, even though it looked somewhat familiar.

He slowly withdrew his hand and let out two hoarse laughs:

”It’s simple, some of us are Spirit Fusers, and some are intelligent Evil Spirits.”

”Doesn’t that add up to so many?”

He paused, a hint of pride in his tone, ”After all, our World-Destroying Organization once came within a step of opening a Doomsday-level Critical Point, and successfully opened twelve disaster-level Critical Points internationally.”

The Lord of Deception nodded, a smile still on his face, and said in a relaxed tone:

”Alright, let’s get back to the main topic.”

”Does your World-Destroying Organization… really plan to stay in the sewers forever?”

As he spoke, his fingers lightly tapped the table, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.

The Old Man of Destruction frowned beneath his grey robe, his tone calm but with a hint of wariness: ”What do you mean by that, sir?”

Before the other party could answer, the Lord of Corruption suddenly let out a cold laugh, her voice icy and piercing.

In the coffee cup in front of her, the black liquid began to boil violently, transforming into countless tiny skulls that tumbled and leaped in the cup, a bizarre and chilling sight.

”Stop playing dumb, old man!”

”Your so-called ’World-Destroying Organization’ is nothing but a bunch of rats hiding in the shadows!”

”Now we’re giving you an opportunity to become my vassals—this is a great boon, and you should be grateful.”