Published: March 2, 2025
As the door opened, Tang Haofei and Wen Yu walked out of the sovereign's hall one after the other.
Outside the door, the golden armor was leaning against the wall, quietly waiting for the final judgment—regardless of whether Wen Yu was alive or dead, he would surely report this matter to his master.
However, as expected, this time, what the golden armor awaited was not the worst outcome.
On the contrary, it was No. 2.
At this moment, No. 2 was standing beside the golden armor, and on the surface, he seemed even more anxious than the golden armor. When he saw Wen Yu and Tang Haofei walking out of the sovereign's hall together, No. 2's face turned green.
Wen Yu had survived this calamity, which meant he had reached some sort of "peace agreement" with the sovereign. From now on, Wen Yu would no longer have to live a life of hiding and fleeing.
What exactly had happened, No. 2 was not clear about. He could only watch as Wen Yu took Tang Haofei toward him and the golden armor. Then, Wen Yu first nodded at the golden armor and looked at No. 2.
"Call me, my lord, the two of you..."
With a teasing expression and a tone filled with mockery, upon seeing this, No. 2's breathing became rapid, and his face began to flush.
However, before No. 2 could say anything, Wen Yu seemed to grow tired of this teasing game. He patted Tang Haofei and pointed at the golden armor.
"Friend, mine; whether or not he is your friend, that’s for you to judge."
Tang Haofei nodded and then looked at No. 2.
"Then this one should be the enemy, right?"
"Exactly, a life-and-death enemy!"
Wen Yu nodded, and there was a hint of killing intent in his gaze as he looked at No. 2.
"After you left, some significant events occurred in this world..."
Wen Yu started to say, but was interrupted by Tang Haofei.
"I know about the celestial gods and the earth's will; I have some memories of that."
"But you probably aren’t clear on the more specific reasons. I’ll explain it to you in detail after we return. For now, just understand that this No. 2 is our primary enemy at the moment. Next time we meet, we just need to take him down."
After speaking, Wen Yu looked at No. 2, and a certain inscrutable light flickered in his eyes.
Moments later, Wen Yu suddenly took a step closer to No. 2.
Faced with Wen Yu's sudden approach, No. 2 was clearly taken aback. He instinctively stepped back, only to find the cold wall behind him.
"Do you remember what I just said?"
Wen Yu asked in an extremely low voice with a rhetorical question.
No. 2 remained silent.
"I said I would come find you, very soon... So, you can look forward to our first meeting."
Wen Yu didn’t specify the exact time or place, and as for whether this threat was real or fake, No. 2 had no way to discern. He could only send a warning through the soul connection with the main body but had no means of counteraction.
In the sovereign's game, even the spirit of the demon lord had to abide by the rules set by the sovereign.
But what he did not know was...
Wen Yu, under the current circumstances where the sovereign and the demon lord were mutually restraining each other, had, in some sense, already surpassed the rules set by the sovereign.
The thoughts in his heart also transmitted through the link between his avatars, reaching the avatar in the Demon Realm. With simple communication, several avatars quickly established a plan.
With the sovereign's return and the great calamity fading, it was time to resolve the issue of promotion to level eleven and strike against the enemies.
…
No. 2's expression was stiff, but in his eyes, Wen Yu could vaguely see a glimmer of contemplation.
A few threatening words, for someone at the level of Wen Yu and the spirit of the demon lord, were akin to child's play—though Wen Yu's earlier words had indeed put some psychological pressure on No. 2, there was no substantial effect.
Seeing this scene, Wen Yu understood the principle of moderation. He simply smiled and shrugged, turning to the golden armor.
"Take us away."
The golden armor nodded and stepped up beside Wen Yu and Tang Haofei. He grabbed both of their hands, and as the light around him flashed, in an instant, the three figures disappeared from the corridor.