2942 Shuddered

“Four of our people have been killed, and we are unable to do anything,” said Rhaek slowly while other Grimms listened in shame.

Every Grimm feels shame, especially those who failed to stop the deaths.

“It’s all because of that bastard, Zaar,” said Foxwomen with gritted teeth. “There is always going to be some, Zaar. It is our mistake for trying not hard, not making enough sacrifices,” said Rhaek heavily.

Foxwomen opened her mouth to say something but closed it soon after.

“I will kill Zaar at my next attempt. Either it will die, or I die,” said the old snake, and the expressions of everyone changed, especially of the new Grimms, but there was no change in the Rhaek’s expressions.

“Even if you are able to kill Zaar, so what; it is not the only one, who is hard to deal with among the humans,” said Rhaek and looked at the new Grand Lords, who had brought damnable intel from the thing.

Still seeing some confused faces, it tapped the button, and a couple of projections appeared. Michael would find everyone familiar, but one person there would surely surprise him.

“Zaar is just the beginning; these ones will be hard to deal with as it is,” said Rhaek. “While they may be strong, they are not the only ones; we also have our elites,” said Nras, and Rhaek nodded.

“You are right, our elites aren’t weaker than them, but I still do not want to take the risk,” he said, and his eyes hardened, and nine bottles with diamond shine appeared on the table; feeling the aura from the bottle, eyes of those physically sitting, couldn’t help, but widened up.

“Is this?” asked the old snake in shock, to which Rhaek nodded.

“It’s what every one of you thinking; I did not want to use them with the ways that opened in front of them, but this war had forced me,” he said and looked at every Grimm.

“With this, there is no need for a ceremony or useless sacrifice of a hundred to create one; you just need to drink it, and if you succeed, you will get the power that will make even make me regard you carefully,” he said and could tell, it is the last sentence that excited the sitting Grimm the most.

Seeing their gazes, Rhaek couldn’t laugh inside his heart; he had gotten hold of them quite a while ago but did not use them.

He wanted to create a loyal force for himself with it, but seeing how the war was going and it was making someone powerful upset, he decided to use it.

Even if they got powerful drinking it, they would be under its control. Though it wished, those would still be from its tribe.

“It’s dangerous, right?” asked the Pigeonman, an avian type of Grimm. He was surprised when he saw this little bastard become Grand Lord; he was not last on the list he had.

“Yes, it is extremely dangerous,” Rhaek replied.

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He would have lied if it had any other powerhouse, but all are Grand Lords, and some, like the old snake, are very intelligent; lying could backfire, and he did not want any trouble, at least not till they had finished with the humans, then he will kill these bastards himself.

The silence descended for a whole minute; nobody had spoken before; finally, little birdy pulled the bottle toward it, which surprised him again.

He shouldn’t have been the birdy is weakest among the Grand Lords; the chances of it advancing further are next to zero. The bottles, on the other hand, give him enough to fight against him with equal strength.

So, his taking a chance for such power is not surprising.

In the next minute, six more bottles disappeared, leaving behind only two, which Rhaek did not touch, as he was very confident that by the end of the day, these two bottles would disappear.

“Those who have taken the bottles, drink by end of the day; I hope you all succeed,” he said, which is likely.

It would be a huge fortune, even if half of them succeed; even by that number, they will be able to slaughter the humans.

He just hoped they would finish it soon, but even earliest, it would take twenty days, which was much earlier than the old way, which used to last till one month and was more painful than this.

“Old snake, quickly make your preparations; I want Zaar dead,” he said; he might not seem worried about Zaar, but he was; he had read what people like it could do, and he wished he could kill right now, but he could not because of that damned bitch.

He is worried but also knows that Zaar will die; he knows what kind of move the old snake is planning, as he was the one who provided the method to the old snake.

That was had been its biggest regret, as with that method, the old snake could even pose harm to it, but he had no choice when he traded the method. That time, the old snake had something he wanted, and it was because of that thing he was able to reach this height.

Though it is without a doubt that he had also killed a powerful enemy, who needed to kill swiftly before he could use that move.

He already decided that once Zaar died, he would kill the old snake, as the method would be unusable for a week. With one stone, he will be able to kill two of its most powerful enemies; he just hopes the old snake will succeed.

Half an hour later, the meeting is dismissed.

He, too, disappeared and, a second later, appeared in front of a ruin-breaking teleportation formation.

It was the highest-level ruin-breaking gate they had; even when someone of his power traveled through it, it was undetected.

Even sensors of the humans pyramid couldn’t detect it.

He looked at the gate and shuddered in fear before controlling his emotions.

There used to be a time when it feared nothing, but now, he feared one who could crush him like an ant; in front of that vast power.