410: The intimidated tribes

Amon looked around.

"When I started the War, no one stopped me; everyone wanted to reap the benefits. Now that a risk has emerged, everyone points their finger at me. How can there be an adventure without risk? What? You can't even withstand this small counterattack?"

His sharp gaze made many Demons instinctively flinch, but Barbatos did not back down.

"Did we agree? That was just a private action you took in conjunction with the Demons below. If it succeeded, we wouldn't have gotten a single cent of benefit, and now we have to share the blame with you. Heh, Amon, you should go back to your Nether Mountain." Barbatos had been displeased with Amon's decision to start the War from the beginning, and now that he found an opportunity, he angrily retorted without mercy.

"Barbatos, you are as soft and incompetent as a sheep," Amon said disdainfully.

"Fools always mock the wise in this way, believing that rational choices are cowardly. For the Seventh Demon God, who has birthed Sages throughout history, to produce a cripple like you is simply an insult to them," Barbatos countered.

"Stop," Baal interjected, halting their quarrel.

Sometimes, being in this top position wasn't good at all; with people's hearts scattered, the team was difficult to lead.

"Let's first discuss how to solve the current disaster."

When Baal spoke, the two fell silent.

No one dared to violate the First Demon God's authority.

"Par, do you have a solution?" Vassago asked.

If Par couldn't solve it either, then everything would be over.

"No, this is a completely new method born from a unique civilization. They've used this method before, but it wasn't very effective even in low-end battlefields, harming both attacker and target. I didn't expect that after so many years of dormancy, it has evolved the ability for precise strikes."

Par, the omnipotent expert, was only omnipotent within their own civilization, capable of solving magic, curses, cultivation problems, and everything else. But he knew very little about methods related to biological genes.

"Then what should we do?" Everyone's hearts tightened.

Par grabbed the corpse Vassago had been experimenting on.

With magic infused, all the lesions within it were cleared, including the spores.

"As you can see, I can deal with this disease alone, no matter how severe its condition. However, with my strength alone, it's truly difficult to attend to all patients and effectively resolve this disaster. Currently, there is no widely applicable treatment method available. If we are to find a solution, I'm afraid we must start from the source; he who tied the bell must untie it!"

"The Universe? That's the only way. Attacking the Universe is the only method."

"No, we must cease hostilities and engage in peaceful diplomacy. Otherwise, if the other side goes all out, won't we be doomed?"

"Infiltration, leave it to me. I'll steal the solution."

"Kill, kill, kill! Kill them until they are terrified and come begging for mercy on their own."

The Demons discussed animatedly.

Par shook his head, saying nothing more.

He only provided technical guidance and never participated in political games or decision-making.

This was one of the reasons he had lived so long.

.........

The situation in Hell was getting worse.

Demon Prophets, Demon Seers, Demon Sages, and Demon Priests took action, searching for each spreading individual based on clues.

They found that these individuals were very strong, which was why no one had prophesied this disaster.

This disaster was known as the Scarlet Plague.

The enchanting flowers blooming on corpses sent shivers down the Demons' spines.

Of the nine layers of Hell, only the first three layers, with their stronger inhabitants, were not in a very dire situation.

The weakest and most numerous last three layers were littered with corpses.

Demons wearing specialized ritual robes were clearing these corpses.

The corpses could not be buried or burned.

Burying would not kill the plant named Other Shore Flower.

Burning would only spread its spores.

The flower that produced spores, with its peculiar reproduction method, could only be treated by processing the corpses with specialized inactivation drugs.

Inside a bar.

The once bustling bar now only had a few non-Demonic individuals drinking.

Many bar owners had fled; only this bar owner, not a Demon, continued to operate.

"It's too tragic. Bone City was still bustling with nightlife a month ago, and now the streets are desolate. The Demons are hiding in their homes, afraid to come out. Only those of us who aren't Demons can be unafraid of the Scarlet Plague," a star realm creature sighed.

"Yes, I used to look down on the Universe, with their scarce resources and weak strength. Now I wouldn't dare to. If they released a plague targeting our race, that would be too terrifying. It's said that in just one month, more than half of the Demons in Bone City died," another said with lingering fear.

"Fortunately, the Universe's methods are precise; otherwise, we wouldn't have been spared either."

"However, these spores aren't invincible. It's said that spells and ritual robes capable of resisting them have been developed, but the cost of producing them on a large scale is too high."

"A Demon friend of mine complained to me a few days ago that the price of barriers had increased. The barrier against those spores went up tenfold. He even borrowed some money from me to buy it, not to mention the even more expensive ritual robes. Spells are cheaper, but they constantly consume magic power, which no one can sustain."

When the Scarlet Plague first began, they were also quite shaken, but then they discovered it only spread among Demons, which made them breathe a sigh of relief.

Now, regarding the races of the Universe, they felt both respect and fear.

Not only them, but also the Celestial Realm, the Dragon Realm, and other worlds that had originally been preparing to watch the Universe's downfall, were now reconsidering their attitude towards the Universe.

Especially the Dragon Realm.

"Tell all the little whelps that anyone who dares to provoke the Universe will be dealt with according to clan rules," a Venerable from the Dragon Realm directly stated.

The giant dragons dared not disobey.

Are you kidding? The Dragon Realm has such a small population. If they got infected with this thing, they would be utterly annihilated!

It was only because the Demons were so numerous and their territory so vast that they could withstand such a blow!

After a period of buffer, the disaster's continued spread was finally contained.

However, until it was completely resolved, no one dared to venture out easily.

After all, spores were everywhere now; as long as one got infected, death was certain, merely a difference between dying sooner or later.

At the same time, various races secretly researched solutions.

The Universe's biotechnology also entered their view.

This technology was even more terrifying than plagues and curses.

Precise strikes, targeted equipment, critical hits against specific races.

They had no doubt that within the Universe, methods targeting them were also stored on some secret planet; once they offended the Universe, these methods would be activated.

The Celestial Realm, which had just resolved its internal turmoil and was preparing for War, silently disbanded the warriors it had just conscripted.

Are you kidding? We, the Celestial Realm, love peace the most.

What War, invasion, slaughter?

Isn't that specifically referring to the Demons? Those abominable Demons, they truly deserve to be exterminated by everyone.

Newly conscripted soldiers? Which eye did you see them with?

Before a solution was found, the Celestial Realm also dared not act rashly, fearing becoming the next target of attack.