Chapter 642: The Helplessness of an Opponent Who Is Too Weak

"Shaye—" Seeing Ange made a sound, then shrank back, leaving Alba with a bewildered expression.

"Ahem, hello, my lord Alba. My lord knows. The rest is up to me. Um... for your convenience, you can consider me the Pope of the Nightmare Tingde Sect—Anxini—here to negotiate with you. Who gets seven?" Anthony asked with a smile.

"Pope?" That was indeed easy to understand. With that said, Alba knew Anthony's status, but immediately asked in confusion: "What seven?"

Anthony smiled and said: "A thirty-seventy split. Who gets seven?"

"Oh, oh, oh. Of course we get seven. After all, the Fear belongs entirely to you; the Gods, we take seventy percent," Alba said.

"Very reasonable. But what if there are only nine Gods, not enough for an integer division? Do we have to cut them open?" Anthony asked.

Alba frowned, scratched her head. Nine isn't enough for an integer division? Her math wasn't very good; she had never thought of such a tricky question before.

Why is this Anxini like this? Can't he just be generous? What's the point of fussing over this? Alba waved her hand irritably: "No cutting. The surplus goes to you."

Anthony asked again: "Then what if some Gods are multi-aspect, like Harvest, Planting, or Swallow-Water God? What do we do in that case?"

"Yours, yours," Alba said irritably. In the subsequent back-and-forth, Alba made concessions on everything, having no desire to fight for benefits at all, only wanting to settle quickly.

Having obtained the information he wanted, Anthony shifted the topic and asked: "How many troops can you put forth?"

Irritated to the point of exploding, Alba perked up and said: "One hundred thousand Chaos Angel legions."

Anthony asked with a smile: "What level are these Chaos Angels? I've heard there are several levels of Angels, and the power gap between different ranks is huge. What if you send only cannon fodder, and our elites defeat the enemy? Can we change the distribution of spoils?"

Alba was stunned. He made a lot of sense. What if the people they sent were too powerful and rushed into the enemy's plane immediately? Then a thirty-seventy split would seem very unreasonable.

By the same logic, if the people they sent were too weak, and they had to rely entirely on their own Chaos Angels to break in, then giving all the Fear to them, plus splitting half the consciousness and thirty percent of the Gods, would make her unwilling too.

Alba hesitated for a while, threw something down: "Wait a moment," then turned and flew back.

Anthony returned to report: "They might have invited us on a whim. Their original plan didn't include us at all; there's no corresponding mechanism for distributing battle results. I provoked her, and she got impatient. She's not good at negotiation, but her authority is very high; she can decide the ownership of some spoils at will. Of course, she might not intend to distribute those results to us at all."

"She doesn't seem to know much about the enemy. I fabricated some half-true, half-false God names, and she had no reaction at all."

"She has no convenient way to communicate with the rear. For things she can't decide, she has to go back to communicate, not just with another six-winged Angel, but also with the Main God behind the scenes. Their Lord might be too far away, but communication between the two six-winged Angels isn't as smooth as a Soul Network. We can exploit that later."

"Her math isn't very good..."

Anthony summarized his findings piece by piece, leaving Lord Nai Ge and Nai Ge Li Si dumbfounded: "You only chatted with her for a while, and discovered so much?"

"Is that a lot? It's all speculation. I've seen many Holy Spirits; I can guess what they want to do just by them flapping their wings once. At first, I didn't know if these Chaos Holy Spirits differed from ordinary Holy Spirits. From the contact just now, there's no difference. Just as silly as Seraphim Luna," Anthony said dismissively.

A phantom of Seraphim Luna rose from Shamala's body, glaring angrily at Anthony.

"Oh my, isn't this Seraphim Luna? Long time no see. The weather is so nice today, hahaha..." Anthony laughed awkwardly and quickly slipped back. Alba had finished discussing and flew back.

This time, Alba didn't hesitate, saying directly: "Except for the Fear, which belongs to Nightmare Shaye, everything else is split thirty-seventy. Whoever breaks into the plane first gets seven. If you want more, bring out your full combat power."

Anthony nodded: "That is quite reasonable. Then, are these spoils dead or alive? Fear is strongest at death. If we kill all living creatures, do all the Fear belong to us? Can the remaining flesh and blood also be given to us?"

Alba sucked in a breath of cold air, threw down a sentence: "Wait a moment," and flew back again.

Anthony flew back. Nai Ge Li Si and the others had already eagerly given him a thumbs-up.

Anthony spread his hands, feeling helpless because the opponent was too weak: "Derosa, do they know you? If not, remember to jump out and block her later. Her emotions might be near the breaking point. I'll try to make her lose control."

"No problem. An... Anthony, right? Are you really a plane-dwelling creature? You are simply a master of manipulating hearts," Derosa sighed.

A Supreme Holy Spirit was thus played by Anthony in the palm of his hand, yet this Supreme Holy Spirit was completely unaware she was being played, only feeling irritated.

Alba flew back again, saying decisively: "No killing. Not a single one can be killed. All must be taken alive, then distributed later. Is that okay?"

Anthony said: "That is okay, but in that case, what you said about all the Fear belonging to Shaye is just empty words?"

"Forget it. Let us take a loss. Then, taking them alive means these living creatures need feeding; otherwise, they will easily starve to death. Who bears the cost of this feeding?"

"How are living creatures distributed? By quantity or by age? Can we take the young, strong, and beautiful ones? Can the old, weak, sick, and disabled ones go to you? How is the land in the plane distributed? Do you plan to stay? If not, what do you need the land for?"

"And..."

Alba finally couldn't hold it in. With a furious shout, her wings suddenly spread, and four light wings shot out: "Aren't you annoying? I'll kill you!"

Just as both sides were about to fight, Derosa flew over, shouting loudly to dissuade: "Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive. Let's talk things over, let's talk things over..."

Having dissuaded the about-to-explode Alba, Anthony, however, shouted 'unyieldingly': "Negotiating conditions! If we can't agree, you turn hostile? You have no sincerity! I tell you, we are taking that plane. Whoever breaks into the plane first takes the lion's share. I won't leave you a single bit!"

The enraged Alba, seeing 'Anxini' continuously summoning various Lei Ting war chariots and Goblin airships, could barely hold back Miss Anna. She urged the Chaos army to set off immediately. Originally, there were one hundred thousand Chaos Holy Spirits, but only fifty thousand had assembled before they departed.

But when she was about to arrive, Derosa came over to convey Anthony's message: "Hahaha, you are too slow. We have already broken the plane barrier and are about to enter the plane. If you are any slower, I will seal the plane barrier."

Alba was as anxious as can be, no longer caring about conserving power. She accelerated, charging towards the main plane. From afar, she saw a giant Lei Ting war chariot crash into the plane barrier, with streaks of lightning flashing, shooting balls of Lei Ting into the plane.

Alba understood at a glance why the other side could arrive so quickly and break the barrier so fast. It turned out they relied on Lei Ting war chariots.

This couldn't go on. If the other side really got there first, would they really have to distribute the spoils according to the share they set?

Alba didn't bother to scout the situation behind the barrier, nor did she care if there was an ambush on the other side. After all, 'Anxini' had already gone in; if there was an ambush, they would be the first to be 'ambushed'. So she would just charge in through the gap they broke.

"Holy! Charge!" Alba shouted loudly. Four pairs of light wings sprayed black light, pushing her forward.

The other Black Angels followed suit, charging forward. Fifty thousand Black Angels formed a black torrent, shooting towards the plane barrier.

The Lei Ting war chariot stuck in the plane barrier was greatly startled. It quickly retreated to make room, fearing being hit by the torrent.

The space they made room for rippled, showing signs of damage. Alba was overjoyed and crashed into it headfirst.

Boom! Her elbows and knees hit the barrier, creating a ring of ripples, but it didn't break the barrier.

However, she didn't think she could break the plane barrier by herself, especially the main plane's barrier. That would require at least a Void Fortress to break.

Boom! A four-winged Black Angel crashed into her back. The force transmitted through her body and slammed into the barrier, creating another faint ring of ripples.

Boom! A four-winged Black Angel crashed into the barrier beside her. The ripples intensified.

Boom, boom, boom, boom... One after another, four-winged Angels joined the impact. The ripples grew more and more intense. The already damaged plane barrier finally shattered.

The Black Angels, led by Alba, like a flood bursting through crystal into a bottle, suddenly surged into a desert.

When she clearly saw the surroundings, Alba's heart skipped a beat.

That 'Anxini' who had infuriated her was now standing on a Pope war chariot, wearing a pure white crown and smiling. Around him were a crowd of Angels, Priests, Clerics, Paladins, and Holy Archers. The troop strength might be over one hundred thousand.

However, such a massive lineup was squeezed into a corner. Next to them were a group of Elf swordsmen, archers, magic archers, Chimera knights, Pegasus knights, and Unicorn cavalry.

Next to the Elves were Dwarves. Next to the Dwarves stood a few dozen humans who looked like misfits, currently transforming their forms, growing sharp teeth, claws, and thick scales. They were actually Dragons.

Next to the Dragons were a group of Mages. Next to the Mages were groups of human swordsmen. Next to the human swordsmen were groups of undead creatures...

They had already been completely surrounded.

"Stop pushing, we're surrounded!" Alba shouted urgently.

But Ang had long since tested and found that there was no soul-network communication between them; no matter how loudly she shouted, the spirits outside the barrier couldn't hear her. They kept pushing forward and soon all squeezed into the encirclement.

The rest had not yet managed to squeeze in, but at some point a massive void fortress had moved behind them, and together with those Lei Ting chariots it cut off their retreat.