Chapter 833 A New Day For The Store(3)

Chapter 833: A New Day for the Store(3)

Sergen still couldn't accept the fact that Elera chose Garos over him, despite Sergen's more remarkable talent and background.

Sergen was several thousand years younger than Garos. And yet, Garos was only an early Divine Lord, although he had reached intermediate Divine Lord level cultivation not long ago.

Today was the first time he revealed his cultivation to the outside world. The generals weren't able to tell the difference due to their low levels, but the same wasn't the case for Garos.

Garos sensed the breakthrough due to the suffocating feeling from the transparent barrier. As the cultivation levels increased, the difference between the sub-levels grew as well.

The strength difference between a Divine Transformation level cultivator and a Divine Being level cultivator was almost the same as the average difference between an early and an intermediate Divine Lord.

Those extremely talented geniuses could close the gap, but they were only a few, but unfortunately for Garos, he wasn't one of them.

Sergen lost his interest after seeing Garos controlling himself successfully. His face turned cold since he never liked Garos in the first place.

"I have an additional piece of news for you."

"The non-demon your son offended is someone who has direct relations with the Lord. It's even greater than what I have with the Lord."

"The non-demon has asked you to pay compensation to him for the act your son committed."

Sergen suddenly turned around and looked at the generals.

The generals felt a bad feeling rising in their hearts, and the next moment, their feelings turned out to be correct.

"You come here and tell the exact words spoken by the non-demon," Sergen randomly pointed at the general and ordered.

The general in question miraculously was Ricky, who was in direct contact with the non-demon at that point.

Since Ricky had just a few moments ago witnessed Garoun's father charging at Frederick's elder, he felt as though his heart was sinking further and further into the depths of hell. Now, the elder wanted him to speak the exact words. If it was not a death knell, Ricky had no idea what was.

Still, Ricky had no other choice as the elder was staring at him with an indifferent expression.

The other generals were sympathetic toward Ricky, but at the same time, they breathed sighs of relief at the fact that they had not gotten selected. Someone had to take the fall here, and it was best that they weren't there.

Ricky could feel what was going on in the hearts of the generals, but he was in no mood to care about it. He took a deep breath and was about to step into the garden.

Ricky's movements came to a sudden halt before he could land his right foot as a terrifying killing intent directed at him. Ricky did not doubt that if he stepped on his foot, he would die.

"Speak from there!"

The next moment, Ricky heard a clear order in his ears. He felt as if the voice had come straight out of hell since his body trembled in fright. He immediately took his half-step back and moved even further away from the other generals.

"It's great that you asked. I want you to tell Garoun's father to compensate for what his son did, or he should start counting his last days," It was as if Ricky was a mechanical lifeform; Ricky repeated the exact words spoken by the non-demon to him before he left.

Rage already bubbling deep in Garos's heart exploded for a second time as Garos screamed at the sky.

The flowers, already in terrible shape due to the terrifying aura surrounding Garos, faced even further degradation as the ground began to tremble. Cracks began to appear on the ground, and flower petals began to fly as if a storm had appeared.

The generals only felt an explosion-like sound ringing in their ears. The next moment, their veins ruptured and exploded, taking away their ability to hear. Even without ears, they could listen to it by using their divine sense, but they weren't idiot enough to use it in the current situation. In fact, they felt grateful that their ears ruptured before causing any serious issues for them.

Sergen didn't seem to care what was going on with the generals, even if Frederick was there. Frederick wasn't his immediate relative but a far relative due to his father. Sergen only had a good relationship with Frederick due to his talent.

Since Frederick's life seemed to be in no danger, Sergen didn't act. As for other generals, what happened with them had nothing to do with him. He only agreed to come here because he wanted to see the misery of Garos in the first place.

His face remained cold on the outside, but he was enjoying Garos' frustration.

Garos finally calmed down as his eyes looked at the destroyed garden. His heart felt more pain as he had many memories with Elera here.

For someone of his level, it wasn't much to create an even better garden, but it wouldn't be the one where he spent time with Elera.

"You can leave," Garos's voice had turned hoarse due to screaming as he told Sergen.

"Oh!" Sergen got taken aback by Garos' response as he never expected Garos to be in this much control after hearing the news of Garoun's death.

Sergen wanted Garos to charge at the non-demon in retaliation and get killed in the process. Elera would be left alone then. Garos, whom she chose over him, died, would give more pleasure to Sergen's heart than even getting Elera in his harem.

Garos seemed to be unaffected by Sergen's reaction as he disappeared from the garden. Sergen felt a wave of rage in his heart as he could sense where Garos had gone.

The next moment, Sergen also disappeared from the garden, leaving only the six generals standing at the edge of the garden's entrance.

After both Garoun's father and Frederick's elder left the scene, the generals, including Frederick, crashed to the ground and gasped for breath. The last few moments were so intense for them that they found yesterday's events to be nothing but child's play.

"I am alive! We are alive!" One of the generals mumbled as he looked at his hands with a shocked expression.