Chapter 160 Big Gift

negotiation.

Negotiate.

compromise.

Replacement.

Morgan has heard of these words, and she has even witnessed with her own eyes the meaning and process that these words symbolize: the meaningless excuses and shields among mortals, and the common hordes of mediocre people.

In her [home planet], in the home planet she chose with her own hands, in that decadent Garden of Eden that was obsessed with chivalry, noble blood, complicated philosophy and vain heraldry, she had witnessed those so-called exquisite things.

In terms of transactions and great negotiations, she had witnessed how the court officials and border officials took off the masks of nobility and virtue in the safe rooms that they thought were extremely private, used interests and greed as bargaining chips, and then started to argue with each other.

She actually has no more disgust with these situations, because long before she chose this [home planet] for herself, she could have a rough understanding of this ordinary world in the sea of ​​souls.

A country that is completely blinded, completely enslaved, and even completely inspired by lies and illusions.

The noblest, bravest, and simplest knight, and the humblest, greediest, and most cunning courtier: in her scale, these characters have equal weight.

When she grew older, when she came to the stage in a long boring time and turned her adoptive father who was a [Perfect Knight] into a statue bit by bit, those respectful courtiers also came to her.

: Flirting, snooping, even greed and recklessness that long for her as the highest prize, she can see it clearly in their pupils.

And all of this is concealed in the weak words called [admonishment], [deal], [negotiation], or [political art] in the mouths of mortals.

Over time, or in other words, when Morgan got tired of these meaningless words running rampant in front of her, she knew in an instant how to face these so-called [negotiations] that appeared in front of her.

And this time, it's no exception.

【Let’s talk about it?】

Although they are still separated by an extremely long distance, Morgan's will can already clearly feel that there are some situations inside the [Destiny Engine] that are enough to make her salivate, and being blocked here makes the Spider Queen feel very sad.

In the beginning, it wasn't even particularly good.

Morgan smiled, but there was a strange feeling on his flawless face. If Coswayen saw it, he would definitely be able to tell it right away: now, the Spider Queen's smile only represents danger.

Fatal danger.

"Negotiate, trade, cooperate."

The voice in the void was still speaking, or it was just a simple echo. It was like a sophisticated but ancient instrument. In the cold space filled with the smell of rust, it spoke word by word what had already been said.

Well designed words and commands.

"This is meaningful to both of us, Soul Drinker, whether it's you or me, we all have something we want to get, and your goals and mine do not conflict for the time being."

"We can be trading partners with each other for a long time to come."

The hoarse, cold and orderly voice echoed in the sea of ​​souls. Before it completely dissipated, Morgan's even colder laughter completely dispelled it.

【negotiation?】

[Then, before that, you can tell me, you, this insignificant god who is boasting in the subspace. 】

【what's your name?】

"My name is Vashtor, the ruler of the forge in the boundless ocean. My priesthood is not a self-conferment, but..."

【stop.】

Morgan waved his hand to stop the twisted steel hiss that was constantly irritating her.

【Vashtor, very good.】

【Let me tell you my attitude.】

Before she finished speaking, the Spider Queen's green-blue pupils glowed with invisible fire that could burn a whole world. This flame turned into a screaming sharp arrow that pierced the souls of all things, and in an instant, the remaining remains of the Lord of the Furnace were destroyed.

The voice and will here were completely torn into pieces.

This is not a powerful blow, but just the most casual glance of Morgan's endless will. With such an extremely easy soul swipe, Morgan can pop out dozens of them in one breath.

And when she saw that the remnant soul left by the will of the self-proclaimed master of the furnace could not even resist this slightly serious blow, the Spider Queen knew what attitude to use to face it.

This master of the furnace has entered into what it calls [negotiation].

Before this noisy afterimage completely dissipated, Morgan spoke so that her voice and attitude could be clearly heard by the master of the furnace lurking in the subspace.

【Whether it’s negotiation or transaction.】

[It’s nothing but an excuse between powerful beings.]

[I know that in front of the real overlords in this galaxy, I am just a humble piece of dust, but this does not mean that I will maintain my humility and submission at every moment, nor does it mean that I will remain humble and submissive at every moment.

, I will show a smile to the humble ones.】

[And if, you can show only this in front of me, only the humblest will, the Lord of the Furnace, that cannot even resist my casual blow. 】

【Then go back to your flames as soon as possible.】

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"..."

There was no anger, no roaring, nor the usual hysteria and vicious curses in the subspace.

Only the roar of the furnace and the friction of the gears are running without any fluctuation, like a will that can never be disturbed.

When Morgan's words reached the Lord of the Furnace, after a short silence, he gave an unusually calm, even sincere answer.

"Did your will and thoughts make you make such a choice, Soul Drinker?"

"Very good, I understand."

"Next time, I will change my attitude and strength. This negotiation has not yet come to an end. Soul Drinker, I will come to you again soon. We can still continue this negotiation and transaction."

"You will see my power. Of course we can conduct our transactions on an equal footing."

"But by that time, my conditions will not be as generous as this time."

"But, before that, please accept the gift I prepared for you."

"Of course, if your strength is not worthy of your attitude and status, then this gift is the only reward that buys your destiny and future."

"Goodbye."

"Soul Drinker."

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There were no more whispers, no more lies and anger. The Lord of the Subspace Furnace ended this unpleasant meeting without hesitation, which even made Morgan's brows slowly begin to frown.

Compared with the gods and filth that she had seen living in the sea of ​​souls, the master of the furnace who came and went in front of her was extraordinarily...

sincere.

Soul Drinker's thinking paused for a second because of this sudden conversation, but she quickly realized her current main task.

[Engine of Destiny] is right there.

She breathed and took a step forward. The vast distance that could squeeze millions of lives was just a matter of thought to her will.

Now.

Within reach.

Morgan raised her head, she was already in front of this collection of pure pain.

[Engine of Destiny], it looks like an overly bloody hive. With just a cursory glance, you can see tens of thousands of souls surrounding it, pulled by some kind of force, suffering.

And struggled feebly and whined.

And this is just a drop in the ocean that was missed during the construction of this terrible soul device.

Morgan took a deep breath, pulled out all her will, and put it in a safe place for the future.

Then.

She walked in.

Went into hell.

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hell.

Purgatory.

crazy place

Apart from these palest words and adjectives, Morgan could not find any expression that could describe the first sight she saw.

It is not chaotic here, it can even be called neat and rigorous. The wide roads connect one after another spiraling spiers in the most standard format, just like a near-future city that appears in an art exhibition. As long as

Breathing gently, you can even feel the gusts of wind blowing across your lips and cheeks: even these wind sounds are the most regular, blowing over and over with a unique frequency.

If you look carefully, you can still find the monuments used as signs, the towers as the center, and even the wide squares and conveyor belts high in the sky.

In short, this might be a place that Perturabo would love.

Of course, all this requires ignoring some small details.
To be continued...