Deities: Starting From Goblins

The struck Dashiell Skyward was sent flying, his muscles, bones, and Dantian shattered in an instant, half his life taken away, barely able to stand anymore.

Dashiell Skyward wanted to counterattack, but the power of the Holy See kept devouring his essence, preventing him from moving even an inch, leaving him unable to summon even a sliver of his Divine Skill.

Barely alive, Dashiell Skyward saw only two choices before him—either take another hit from Logan and die or flee quickly from this place, but having just negotiated a fight to the death with Logan, if he fled now, he would surely be a laughing stock.

Could he even escape? Now, it wasn’t just Logan using the power of the Divine Rune; even a common, fully-realized Throne might defeat him. He could only look to the majority of Sect Heads, hoping they would lend a hand.

When the Sect Heads met his gaze, they quickly averted their eyes, although they had chosen to join the Demonic Sky Gate before, who dared to confront Logan now? What if they ended up like Dashiell Skyward? With Logan in possession of such a Divine Rune, there must be a Sanctuary Powerhouse behind him, and no one wanted to provoke that.

Logan took a step forward, the corners of his mouth carrying a look of disdain, “How does it feel? To realize at a moment of life and death that not one person will help you? You thought you found a lot of support in the Demonic Sky Gate, but in fact, these Sects are insignificant, mere cowards who fear death.”

Dashiell Skyward did not respond. Indeed, the behavior of these Sect Heads infuriated him. Having joined the Demonic Sky Gate, why were they now standing by idly? If he managed to escape, he would definitely not use these Heads, because they were unworthy of joining the Demonic Sky Gate.

“Spare my life, I am, after all, the Vice Sect Leader of the Demonic Sky Gate, representing its face. Killing me will surely cause you a lot of trouble, even if you have a powerful background and a Holy See Master behind you. But do you really want to confront the Holy See of the Demonic Sky Gate?”

Knowing he was overpowered and his life in imminent danger, Dashiell Skyward set aside his pride, hoping Logan would let him go just this once. After all, life was more important than any honor, and having become the Vice Sect Leader of the Demonic Sky Gate with great difficulty, once dead, all would be lost.

The Demonic Sky Gate is a Sect of the Demon Path, hence the entire Sect is cold and merciless. No one will pity you, nor will anyone avenge you, just as with the Great Elder Blood Knife who Logan had slain before, the Sect merely recorded a grudge, but did not directly send experts to pursue.

Logan laughed amusingly, dismissively saying, “You overestimate yourself and the Demonic Sky Gate. Even if I were to slay you with one strike, I am not afraid to attract trouble. If the Demonic Sky Gate’s Holy See dares to come, fine, I’ve been looking forward to a real challenge.”

“You come and go alone, the vast world does not hold the Demonic Sky Gate, and even finding those who shield you from behind will be challenging. Now consider these Sects from the Western Wilderness; once you leave, they will be fish on the chopping board, subject to the Demonic Sky Gate’s knife.”

Dashiell Skyward’s expression changed, trying to use this point as a bargaining chip. If Logan did not want Cain Scarlet and others to come to harm, he would have to let him go safely, or else, if the Demonic Sky Gate saw he did not return, they would know negotiations had failed and would immediately send troops.

Even if Logan was powerful alone, he couldn’t protect the entire Western Wasteland. Moreover, unless the supporter behind Logan took action, Logan’s strength alone could not stop the Holy See powerhouses of the Demonic Sky Gate. Logan’s Divine Rune could handle a Quasi-Saint, but dealing with a true Holy See was difficult.

Logan found it even more amusing, glancing over the Sect Heads and saying, “I think you’re mistaken, I have no relation to the forces of the Western Wasteland, I am just a passerby, watching the strife between you, what do their lives and deaths have to do with me?”

“State your terms, how can you let me go?” Dashiell Skyward had no temper left, knowing now that Logan was not tied to the Western Wilderness Forces. His threat was meaningless, Logan could disregard these Sects completely, and for himself, he should not have applied the rules of the Western Wasteland.

After all, Logan was also an Array Master. If he wanted to protect several Lords, he needed only to set up an array like the Spirit Gathering Array, and not even the Sanctuary Elders of the Demonic Sky Gate would dare to intervene, especially since the City-protecting Array of the Wexler Clan, which could match the Holy See, was no match for it.

Logan shook his head, grabbing Dashiell Skyward, “What bargaining chip can you offer? There’s nothing you have that interests me, just as when you tried to recruit me before, even if you offered me the position of Sect Leader of the Demonic Sky Gate, it wouldn’t matter. Besides, as a Vice Sect Leader, what promises can you make to me?”

“I have been a Vice Sect Leader for a hundred years; I have gathered quite a foundation, how about five million Spirit Stones and ten million Cultivation resources? Can they buy my life?”

Dashiell Skyward took a deep breath, his body suspended in mid-air by Logan, “This is what I’ve accumulated over many years, I believe any Cultivator would find it irresistible, and as an Array Master you need many Spirit Stones for your work. With so many Spirit Stones, you could set up arrays as you wish.”

“Just five million Spirit Stones?” Logan found it laughable upon hearing this, just like when he helped the Wexler Clan and demanded ten million Spirit Stones right off the bat. Now, Dashiell Skyward wanted to save his life and offered only five million Spirit Stones; was this wishful thinking or trickery?