Chapter 707: Chapter 449: A Wager With No Choice Left Chapter 707: Chapter 449: A Wager With No Choice Left “If Wang Yao knew you all watched him die, he’d probably come back to life just from sheer fury.”

Su Han looked at the bizarre Divine Envoy Medeivi, and his expression suddenly became a bit calmer.

Compared to the other races who bared their fangs and wouldn’t hesitate to kill, the sudden appearance of Eye Demon Lord’s Divine Envoy must have had other reasons.

Medeivi said, “He was never a devout believer, nor a successful pleaser; what does his life or death have to do with my god?”

Its immense singular eye looked at Su Han, revealing a hint of admiration: “Chosen one, you are the person my god has chosen, and so far, you’ve performed very well.”

“A demigod from the Great Blood Sea wouldn’t come all this way just to praise me, would you?”

Su Han’s gaze met Medeivi’s directly before he spoke: “Out with it, what do you want me to do?”

Medeivi’s dual arms, tipped with tentacles, danced slightly, as though clapping.

“The Lizardmen Clan wants to take the lead, which displeases my god. My god wants you to teach them a small lesson. Not just the Lizardmen Clan, but other races, too.”

Medeivi made no attempts to conceal its intent.

“You really think highly of me.”

Su Han’s eyes flickered. Medeivi’s presence here meant it knew Su Han had clashed with Yakemusa and been suppressed.

Asking him to now take action against other races, this wasn’t a matter of one or two demigods.

This could even invite the involvement of the Sub-Gods behind them.

“Eye Demon Lord ought to be stronger than a usual Sub-God, right? Why not take action personally?”

Su Han wanted to probe the depth of the Eye Demon Lord but Medeivi didn’t seem willing to elaborate.

It merely shook its head slightly: “The time is not yet ripe. As for you, Chosen One, Venerable God wishes to make a bet with you.”

“A bet?”

“Yes, a bet.”

Medeivi’s gaze turned toward Su Han; and though it had no face, the eerie feeling it conveyed made one sense a smile through its singular eye.

“Just like the bet made between the Earth’s will and my god, my god bestowed Spiritual Power to the creatures of Earth as the Great Blood Sea descended; if the creatures managed to save themselves, my god would not take the essence and would bestow this power for nothing. If they fail, then my god will extract the essence first.”

Su Han’s pupils contracted – this was the bet between the Eye Demon Lord and the Earth’s will.

In other words, to some extent, the Eye Demon Lord already possessed some methods to extract Earth’s essence.

At least in the strife among the Evil Gods, It would certainly have a leading position.

And now by proposing a bet with Su Han, It likely sought to obtain even more.

Su Han’s gaze flashed with determination: “Speak, let’s see what this bet entails.”

The quick response seemed to surprise Medeivi.

“Venerable God grants you the power to break through to the Eighth Order, helping you block a breakthrough to the Ninth Order Sub-god but gives you only 100 days. If after one hundred days you become a Sub-God and hold off the attacks of other Sub-Gods, then you win and Earth is yours.”

“And if I lose?”

There was a hint of sarcasm in Su Han’s voice. Ascending to Sub-God in a hundred days was indeed a far-fetched notion.

In the Great Blood Sea, not even a Sub-God might emerge in tens of thousands of years, otherwise the numerous demigods of various races wouldn’t be stuck as they were.

Now to set this as the condition for victory, and on a one versus many basis, was no fair bet.

Medeivi appeared indifferent: “If you lose, you will embrace my god, become a lower Divine Envoy.”

Pausing for a moment, it continued: “As a gift from god, you can protect one human group, allowing them to take root and flourish in the Great Blood Sea.”

The terms were laid out, regardless of whether it was just for show or truly targeted at him, this unfair bet was presented in front of Su Han.

“Deal.”

Su Han didn’t even hesitate for a moment before promptly agreeing.

“Give me the stake; I want to see who will ultimately win or lose.”

His demeanor became exceedingly calm; this was never a multiple-choice question.

He, along with the rest of humanity, only had one option, to follow through with the bet.

Humanity didn’t have the time to wait for him to slowly break through the Eighth Order.

The Lizardmen were extracting the essence, and if he couldn’t win, humans could only flee.

And Eye Demon Lord, dissatisfied with the Lizardmen, would naturally be forced to start the feast’s prelude sooner.

Whether it was Medeivi who would act or the Eye Demon Lord itself.

In any case, Earth couldn’t be preserved.

Furthermore, it was doubtful whether humanity, cast into the Great Blood Sea, could survive this ordeal.

At that time, what the outcome would be was dependent on the whims of others.

Thus, Su Han could only bet with Medeivi, gambling on a sliver of hope.

Just like before the apocalypse fell upon Earth.

“As you wish.”

Seeing Su Han agree, Medeivi’s form slowly began to float mid-air, its tentacled arms extending without end, like a dark line stretching across the middle of the giant eye over the altar.

The whole giant eye started to gather together, while a crack roughly thirty meters long also tore open in space at that moment.

A weird mix of chaos and order’s scent wafted through from the other end of the crack.

Gazing through the rift, Su Han shuddered; it was a bizarre world.

Filled with eyes large and small, some bulging wide open, some eerily shifting around, some tightly shut, while others blinked constantly…

Each eye, big or small, hung in the darkness like eerie stars in the night sky.

“Great God of Chaos and Order, Abaset, grant your future believer the power of the gods and offer the most perfect prelude to the sacrifice…”