Chapter 1048: Value of the merged laws

Chapter 1048: Value of the merged laws



"Hahaha!!" Pythor pointed toward the battlefield of the main army, laughing hysterically. "Look, look over there! Your general has stepped onto the battlefield himself as if that's going to make a difference! Haha, he didn't even leave anyone in the back to direct the battle!"

"..." Robin also watched the unfolding chaos. Upon Amon's arrival on the battlefield, he directly attacked the right flank, alleviating some of the pressure on the struggling forces. With his power as a Level 48 Demon Emperor, he would indeed wreak havoc for a time. However, Robin sighed at the sight, his expression betraying a sense of disappointment. "Sigh- Amon's leadership skills aren't the best, I can't blame him given the situation he found himself in, any capable General would have found in difficult to face this kind of numerical disadvantage..."

It wouldn't take more than a few minutes before Amon was surrounded and dealt with by ten or twenty martial emperors from the Great Serpent Empire. His joining the fight might have bought the right flank five extra minutes at best, but it had cost the army its general. There was no one left to issue commands.

"...Hmmm, speaking of numerical disadvantage, something doesn't add up on that battlefield." Pythor stroked his chin repeatedly, scrutinizing the Demon general and his main army. "There are too many of them, far too many... I thought I had annihilated a third of that army with Cataclysm Sealing Cubes, and the rest were supposed to be fighting in the south!" Without waiting for a response from Robin, Pythor swiftly pulled out his transmitter from his traveling pouch. After adjusting the frequencies for a few seconds, he spoke in a commanding voice, loud enough to be heard clearly. "Whoever's listening, get me the Seventh Prince!"

After a full minute of tense silence, a voice finally emerged from the device: (Your Majesty, this is the Seventh Prince.)

"What exactly are you doing over there? Most of the demon army has made it to the City of Hope!" Pythor's tone was sharp and impatient. "Send reinforcements immediately! Let's crush them all today."

This time, the response was quick: (Is this real? How unfortunate... We're currently fighting hundreds of thousands of demons and hundreds of demon emperors. There are also tens of millions of locals here. The battle is extremely difficult!)

Leaning back against his throne, Pythor continued in a measured tone, "If I, Pythor, the first and last of my name, were offered a merged law, I would trade all my planets without hesitation. Because I know with certainty that, by cultivating my offspring in that merged law, I could rebuild an even greater empire!"

"But alas..." Baithor's tone dipped with a hint of bitterness. "I've never seen a merged law in my life. Even if one existed, our bodies have developed a natural affinity for the Path of Destruction after becoming transformed using Durger's blood. Could there be a merged law in this universe with one of its poles aligned with the Path of Destruction? If such a law existed, it wouldn't be my turn to claim it. I'd be too afraid to even approach it, hehe." He shook his head in self-deprecating amusement.

"...Are merged laws really that rare?" Robin asked hesitantly, his hands tightening around the armrests of his throne as the implications began to dawn on him.

"What do you think?" Pythor spread his arms wide. "That kind of meddling with laws is exclusive to Truth Chosens. And anything exclusive to them is rare. But the rarest of all are the merged laws. I've heard rumors of several merged law techniques wandering the middle planetary belt, but they're only accessible up to the fourth grade at best and mostly involve elemental law compositions. And even then, no one knows where these merged laws are, and whoever possesses them certainly isn't selling!"

Pythor shook his head solemnly. "Merged laws are simply too powerful to be bought and sold. Any race that manages to obtain a complete, clear merged law technique - even just to the fifth grade- would ascend to dominate centennial empires!"

"...." For a moment, Robin felt Pythor might be exaggerating. But then his gaze drifted

toward Richard and the feats he was accomplishing against the marshals.

What would happen... if he had a thousand Richards? No, just twenty?

The thought sent a shiver down Robin's spine. The potential was terrifying, yet the allure was equally irresistible.