The Black Market Chapter 113 - Faramis' Plans

Faramis glanced around and shook his head. 

"This is not the right place to talk about these matters, Demon Saint Muchen."

Muchen smiled and put on an apologetic look.

"I apologize for my negligence, Saint Commander Faramis. Please follow me to my quarters."

He then walked back to where he had come from, while Faramis followed after him.

Cale slowly opened his eyes and was surprised to see everyone staring at him with all sorts of emotions, but most of them were reverence and idolization. He then stood up from his seat and spoke in a loud voice.

"I apologize for my behavior everyone. I suddenly gained enlightenment and finally had the chance to breakthrough towards the Saint-Class level... And ah... Congratulations to everyone for graduating..."

Everyone erupted into shocked exclamations after hearing his words. Their admiration towards Wolf King increased yet again by several degrees. They clapped their hands exaggeratedly while staring at the masked man with worshipping gazes.

He was Wolf King, the owner of Tyrannical Tower and Earth Alliance Academy. He was also the strongest human on Earth! In front of them was a legendary man worthy of their respect.

The graduation ceremony then continued after that. Everyone walked towards the stage and accepted their Energy Rifles and bionic armors. They were excited about their new start, but after the teachings of the academy, they also knew that a violent war is about to come.

The distribution of the students' weapons continued and everyone was surprised to see someone from the P-Class section achieving the mid-stage of King-Class level. The young man's name was Ace Malcolm. He was a student of Cale's best friend Trevor, who was now a peak stage Emperor-Class level fighter.

The B-Class section similarly had a few students at the initial stage of the King-Class level. The Class section also had half of their class reaching the King-Class level. But when the students from the S-Class section walk on the stage, everyone gasped in surprise. All of them had actually reached the King-Class level! Even their two best students, Situ Kui and Roan had reached the late stage of the King-Class level. 

Cale smirked after seeing their strengths. His plans on establishing the Phantom Wolf Department will now come into play.

When all the students received their weapons, Wolf King walk on the stage and announced the establishment of the Phantom Wolf Department. He also gave both Roan and Situ Kui the rank of Second Lieutenant for having the highest cultivation level while he gave those who had achieved King-Class level the rank of Sergeant. 

He then appointed Zero as the Department Head. His Intelligence Department also merged with the new Phantom Wolf Department. 

A man with grayish-white pupils walks towards the stage with a calm gaze. His black bionic arm was noticeable as it gleamed with power. It was something that the dwarven blacksmiths made for him and was Cale's gift to Zero right after he awakened from his comatose state. 

Brogen glanced at the figure with a faint smile on his face. His messy beard was no longer there after he shaved it, but his appearance was still barbaric. 

'You have grown up, Zero. You are already on the same level as your big brother.'

Brogen thought to himself after feeling the strength of Zero which was already at the peak of the Divine-Class level.

Nocturna, Zarinvienne, and Daphne glanced at Wolf King who was waiting for Zero on the stage. Nocturna and Zarinvienne haven't reached the Saint-Class level yet, but they were infinitely close to breaking through. While Daphne who merely tackled on the logistics side was still at the initial-stage of King-Class level.

The three beauties stared at the masked man with longing. Although their relationship with Cale was close, it was not on the same level as Sima Ying.

Eastern China, Marchand Family's new base, inside Demon Saint Muchen's quarters. Two figures sat opposite each other. They were silent for a moment before the robed figure spoke to break the silence.

"Demon Saint Muchen, what do you propose? Although you are a Saint-Class level demon, we are not short on Saints. And besides, if the Royal Family knows that you are here without anyone's backing then... Hehe..." Faramis grinned while waiting for Muchen's response.

Muchen glared at Faramis and dark elemental essence wildly revolved around his body. 

"Saint Commander Faramis, are you threatening me?"

Muchen's voice was calm, but Faramis knew that the former was angry. Faramis shrugged his shoulders while disregarding the malicious look of Muchen.

"I am merely stating facts here. Of course, if you join us, then that would be a different matter. The Royal Family won't touch you since you will be protected by Viscount Geisler and Duke Vaal. Now... What is your choice, Demon Saint Muchen?" Faramis' smile became wider after seeing Muchen sigh in defeat.

Muchen shook his head.

"Since when did the Avran race gave birth to someone as cunning you, Faramis? Fine... I will join Viscount Geisler and help Duke Vaal claim the throne."

Faramis clapped his hands and laughed jovially. 

"Good choice, Demon Saint Muchen!"

They then discussed about the burst of elemental energy in the Philippines. Faramis told Muchen about their plans on attacking China and show themselves to the world. Although it was earlier than planned, they did not have a choice after knowing that there was a Saint on the human's side.

Saint Commander Faramis left the Marchand Family's base and ordered his men to prepare for war. On the other hand, Demon Saint Muchen ordered everyone in the Marchand Family to aid the demi-humans.

Clement Marchand could only sigh. If he refused to follow the command of Muchen, then everyone from his family would surely die. And after seeing the military strength of the demi-humans, he knew for sure that humanity had no hopes of defeating them.

A masked man with silver hair appeared in his mind, but he shook his head. 

'I wonder if Wolf King would be able to defeat those beasts? With the ancestor's awakening and the Saint of the demi-humans, there would be no hope in securing victory for humanity. I apologize, but I only want our bloodline to continue.' 

His aged eyes suddenly flashed fiercely. 

Chapter end