This Holy Knight is So Despicable!

"So, how about it? Our terms are quite generous."

The Rat Demon responsible for the negotiations placed its proposal in front of the Lizard Demon Leader.

It was quite unfortunate; clearly a Silver Demon, yet the tribe leader didn't even have a proper desk.

They had to bring their own portable desk and folding chair, all of which were brought by the Rats themselves.

"We're very sincere. You can take a closer look.

With your current efficiency in mining Abyss Essence Ore, it's practically a waste.

We'll provide you with the most professional mining plans and the most efficient mining tools.

We'll also help you build residences and improve your living environment, ensuring you and your descendants have a higher survival rate.

The premise is that you set up a Lizard Man labor dispatch company according to our plan, then cooperate with our Supreme Spiral Company to provide labor dispatch services.

In essence, you're just helping us mine ores and complete the initial rough processing as temporary workers from a third party.

But we guarantee that the benefits and salaries we offer you will be the best."

The rat representative spread his hands: "Honorable Leader, the times have changed.

The operational model of the Abyss in the future will inevitably follow our specifications.

Embracing this change early on will make your future more comfortable.

What do you think?"

The Lizard Leader sneered and tore the proposal to shreds with one hand, then slapped the portable desk into pieces.

"This is the attitude of our Lizard Group. You, a mere Rat Demon Tribe, dare to provoke us and want our great Lizard Demon Warriors to be your laborers and submit to your command?

What a delusion!"

The Lizard Demons behind him roared, each one glaring fiercely, looking very unfriendly.

But the reaction of the Lizard Demons didn't surprise the Rats at all, as if they had predicted it all along.

For them, there was no need to cooperate with the Lizard Demons.

These demons eat a lot but do little work, are less professional, and are not excellent partners.

The Rats were not really willing to cooperate with them.

They even planned to build cities for them, sharing production quotas.

And just as everyone expected, these guys simply didn't appreciate the gesture.

But even so, the boss insisted on giving it a try.

The Rats couldn't quite understand, but the boss's wisdom was unquestionable, and the boss's decisions were not to be defied.

Now, the enemy had rejected the cooperation.

Well, then, this made everything simpler for everyone.

"Alright, since your tribe doesn't like this cooperation proposal, we won't force it.

Then, we'll take our leave first."

The Rats tidied up their things unhurriedly, then politely bid farewell to the Lizard Demons and strode away from their tribe.

Throughout the whole process, the Lizard Demons constantly wanted to eliminate these Rat Demons.

But they didn't dare to make a move until the Rats left.

The reason was simple: the Lizard Demons sensed an unprecedented sense of ease and confidence from the Rats.

In this death-struggle-filled Abyss, it was hard to understand how demons could feel such ease.

And the confidence they exuded was so intense that it even made the Lizard Demons feel insecure for a moment.

Keep in mind, this was in the heart of the Lizard Demon territory!

Even the Demon Gods on the Observation Platform were puzzled as to why the Lizard Demons allowed the Rat Demons to leave.

Among demons, there were no rules about not harming envoys during conflicts; provoking the enemy camp under such circumstances usually meant a death wish.

Unless there was another purpose, they typically wouldn't let enemy pieces leave without sacrificing them.

However, the Rat Demon Clan didn't give the Lizard Demons much time to think; shortly after the Rat emissaries left, the Vanguard Group of the Rat Demon army surrounded the Lizard Demon's camp.

Seeing the enemy attack, the Lizard Demons quickly assembled their forces and rushed to the outskirts of their tribe to prepare for battle.

Clearly, they were Silver Species, while the attacking enemy was just Bronze Species, known throughout the Abyss for their cowardice, the Rat Demon Group.

Yet, when confronting the enemy, the Lizard Demons felt somewhat reluctant to fight.

The reason was that the Rat Demon's strategic formation was orderly, with a reasonable mix of various troop types, supported by many large machines that had never been seen before, clearly very destructive.

Even before the battle began, just standing there, they exuded a highly professional stance.

In comparison, their own tribe's armor was haphazardly put together, their weapons varied in shape and material, and the formation was nonexistent; they were just a group of Lizard Demons clustered together.

These comparisons can be deadly; the fear of comparison exists for a reason.

Looking at the other side's formation, the Lizard Demons felt a lack of confidence, resorting to yells but not daring to charge forward.

Meanwhile, the Rat Demons were odd as well.

They stood like statues, showing no intention to attack or to leave.

Shortly after this strange standoff began, a sweating Rat Demon ran to the command post, waving a document stamped with five large seals.

"It's approved! It's approved! They said we can attack!"

The commander took the approval document, confirmed its validity, and drew his sword, suddenly waving it toward the enemy.

"Attack! Exterminate the enemy completely! Tomorrow, I want to clock in and start work here."

Then, looking puzzled, he asked his deputy, "Strange, why didn't they attack just now?

I was waiting for the process approval; what were they waiting for?"

The deputy was equally confused: "I have no idea, understanding the Lizard's thoughts is difficult."

The Rat Commander sighed: "I thought at least the Silver Demons would have basic qualities, with room for communication.

Turns out, they're just as foolish and ignorant.

They don't understand that joining the company would be their utmost honor and blessing!

Our boss is so kind-hearted, willing to let them be temporary workers, giving them a chance to serve the company with ultimate dedication!

These guys just don't recognize kindness; it's truly unfair to the boss.

I, the Rat, am truly angry! Kill them all, kill them all!"

The deputy had to advise his superior: "Sir, don't be angry. After all, they're a Silver Species; we can't take them lightly.

The Vanguard Group members all have work to host; if injured, transferring talents from other branches will take a long approval process.

In my opinion, let's have the demolition department schedule a thirty-minute bomb explosion to suppress the enemy's combat power first."

The commander waved his hand: "Let's do as you suggested, but remember, the bombs must be civilian-grade."

"Come on, sir, we've always used civilian ones!"