Gods, Ashes Descend

Chapter 53 The Devil's Pact

The atmosphere was incredibly stiff; engaging in verbal sparring in a large guest room of a wooden cabin instead of a palace was inherently disadvantageous.

"Your Excellency, your men may be strong, highly armored, and well-equipped, but we outnumber them. To avoid unnecessary bloodshed, why not listen to my king's terms first?"

Li Wei shook his finger.

"You are mages, or you should be called warlocks, and you should know that the humans in this world are just a bunch of outsiders."

And so are we, so I'll be frank and open about it.

Your army here is meaningless to me. There is more than one world and many people, but they all have one thing in common.

They possess an extraordinary talent for self-destruction, and are unparalleled in their ability to slaughter their own kind.

He then pulled out a police pistol and introduced it.

"This is just equipment for guards or patrol personnel in another world. I won't explain the rest if you don't understand. You just need to treat it as a crossbow tool with an effective range of fifty meters and a muzzle velocity of 280 meters per second."

Because it's small and lightweight with low recoil, even a ten-year-old can use it. Of course, this refers to the effective range, not that it's limited to attacking at only 50 meters. It can hit targets 400 meters away without any problem. If it hits, you'll be down within 200 meters just from hearing the sound.

After saying that, he fired a shot at a vase in the room, startling the two sorcerers.

They only heard the sound and saw the vase shatter; they couldn't see what had been shot out at all.

They only felt a sense of fear: the threat that ordinary people would pose to sorcerers if they obtained such weapons. High-ranking sorcerers were alright, but those apprentices who were not proficient in magic...

If this gets out, sorcerers will be out of a job. And it's not just sorcerers; if someone uses this to assassinate someone, or if it falls into the hands of an already dissatisfied populace, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The two exchanged glances secretly, both understanding what the other was thinking.

Notify the Warlock Brotherhood to shut these people up here; the information must not be allowed to circulate.

However, their fears were not over yet. Levi put the safety on and threw the gun to Triss.

Then he pulled out a much larger gun.

"Here you go. Now look at this, an M16 military rifle, the kind of rifle you guys order around. It has an effective range of 550 meters, and can reach up to five miles. It has thirty rounds and can fire in bursts."

Reloading a magazine takes five seconds at normal speed, but less than two seconds with specialized training.

After saying that, he tossed it to Fikat, enjoying their feigned composure while their eyes were practically brimming with barely suppressed murderous intent.

Li Wei knew exactly what they were thinking; this was the effect they wanted.

He turned to Ken, who was diligently mining, and said...

"Ken, stop digging. Go back and get some gold nuggets as a greeting gift to this world."

Perhaps the warlocks and druids of this world have improved seeds and made fertilizers, but none of them are as effective as those made by industrial monsters, as the basic conditions do not allow for their large-scale use.

Using compost, the yield per acre is at most 300-400 jin, unlike the modern method of easily yielding 700-800 jin per acre.

Moreover, modern technology has given agriculture a certain degree of resilience; small-scale disasters that reduce yields could have resulted in regional crop failures in ancient times and the Middle Ages.

Ken, to the astonishment of the two men, drew his sword and stabbed himself in the neck. Playing games is fun, but playing with the boss is torture.

Li Wei rolled his eyes at Ken's corpse and turned to explain to the two bewildered warlocks.

"Don't worry, we're the kind of guys who won't die. We'll get used to dying all the time. You can think of us as merchants who travel between different worlds, and we also work as mercenaries."

However, we usually make deals with the gods, so whether we are kings or beggars makes no difference to us. Be glad that you were the first to contact us, and the change will begin with you.

Of course, within the scope of local legislation, slightly exceeding the limits is probably no big deal, right?

Li Wei is spouting nonsense, taking advantage of the information and technological gap between himself and these people.

After all, Li Wei's current situation is somewhat awkward. He's not exactly strong, but his army of muscular men can easily crush ordinary troops and forcefully beat up the entire world of Witchers.

It's not exactly powerful, but it doesn't quite match the description of a humanoid nuclear weapon. It's just stuck in the middle, which is frustrating.

But Li Wei believed that given enough time, even if it were heaven, those angel sisters would be wasting their time at his feet, and he would be in complete control.

Fear gripped Triss and Fikat's hearts like a giant hand, their hearts pounding, but they both knew that this was no longer a question they could ask.

Moreover, they were well aware that merchants who worked part-time as mercenaries might turn into bandits when they encountered another village on the road; no one could say for sure.

Just like Li Wei said before, it all depends on his mood.

Fikat spoke again.

"Sir, may we take a look at your goods? And what currency do you accept?"

Li Wei took out a prepared form and handed it over.

The village chief who wrote this list has already run away with his whole family.

It reads: Ash Security Company, safeguarding your lifelong happiness.

We promise to provide sufficiently inexpensive food and an absolutely safe living environment.

Still worried about not being able to afford to raise children? We will provide every child here with everything free until adulthood, so you can have many children, have healthy offspring, and live a happy life.

Still worried about not being able to find a job? Here, we only work six hours a day, five days a week, and the money we earn can easily support a family.

Are you still feeling bored and repetitive in your daily life? We offer entertainment from another world to make your life more fun.

All you need to do after you die is provide one-tenth of your soul, and you can have all of this.

Why envy those nobles? Here, your quality of life far surpasses that of those nouveau riche.

What are you waiting for? Don't hesitate, sign a contract with us!

"By the goddess above, what you want is a soul!"

Fikat's hands were trembling as he held the flyer. He realized that the difference between Levi's gang and the devil was no.

This is a devil's contract.

Li Wei reached out and took the form back, worried it might get torn up, as he would need to get it copied when he got back.

"Don't worry, buddy, we're not those devils who play tricks, and we're not going to wipe them out. It's just like we're taking an arm from the soul."

It will not prevent your souls from returning to the embrace of your gods, or from being reincarnated, if the concept of reincarnation exists in your world.

If you've had enough of this world, we even offer reincarnation services to other worlds.

After saying that, Levi looked at Triss, who was standing there in a daze, and smiled.

"Regarding Ciri's issue, I think we can talk about it. After all, we need to have a territory in this world and a claim to it, which will save us a lot of trouble. Although we are not afraid of trouble, we will not refuse to have less trouble if possible."

Rest assured, it's completely free, but I'm sure you won't mind if we pick up some loot.

Li Wei's smile was gentle, but Triss saw it as the devil's grin.