They could only silently endure the crack of the whip on their backs and hasten their steps.
But fortunately, through everyone's joint effort, they managed to send Agamemnon to the location. Under normal circumstances, Agamemnon would surely shirk responsibility, claiming he had arrived in less than thirty breaths to deliberately torment these people for amusement.
However, now he couldn't afford to do that, as his attention was entirely focused on a silhouette on the water's surface.
It was a pitch-black humanoid creature lying sideways on the water, propping its head with one hand. Its two white eyes exuded a sinister and cunning vibe at first glance.
It was too conspicuous—in a world full of pink and purple hues, a fully black figure stood out immediately as an outsider.
Moreover, upon seeing Agamemnon's arrival, the figure remained relaxed, lazily lifting a hand that had been resting at its side, and spoke in fluent Quechua: "Yo~~~ Agamemnon, I've come to negotiate."
Quechua originated around 2600 BCE in Peru. During the reign of the Inca Emperor in Cusco, it became the official language, spreading alongside the Inca Empire's expansion in the 14th century, becoming the common language of the Peru region.
Diablo single-handedly destroyed the Inca Empire and then unexpectedly left Earth, letting the Spanish conquerors benefit from it. That was the reason for the secret disappearance of the Inca Empire in the 16th century.
Later, as the Catholic Church chose Quechua as the language for evangelizing Native Americans in the Andes regions, its usage spread beyond the original Inca Empire boundaries, with people in Central and North America speaking it.
As a top-level mercenary, Deathstroke mastered all the languages of Earth. He spoke Quechua as fluently as his native tongue, knowing that Agamemnon and Diablo had been partners for so many years and must understand this language.
Agamemnon was indeed stunned for a moment, initially suspecting whether Diablo had changed form to joke with him.
But seeing the figure float on the water, he dismissed that thought. Diablo was a giant rock; he sank upon touching water, so it was impossible for him to float.
Speaking Earth languages... could it be a friend of Diablo?
"Who are you? Why have you come to my Dimension? How did you get in?" He secretly pulled out a magic prop, like an alchemy edition phone, to message Diablo and discreetly contact him. Regardless of whether it was a friend, he planned to summon the bodyguard and the army first.
Seeing the figure so calm and composed made him somewhat anxious. Despite not sensing any energy aura from the pitch-black creature, he felt as though he was gazing into the dark abyss.
This was purely a feeling, yet he thought maybe this small-statured creature was even darker than Dormammu.
This feeling was completely irrational, but as a Dimensional Demon God, he was perpetually cautious, being particularly alert when things seemed abnormal.
Unexpectedly, the figure merely lowered its arm, resuming its sideways position: "Trying to contact Diablo, huh? Sure, bring him here so I can talk to both of you."
"I'm coming! Speak!"
Reliant on the Purple Dimension for logistics, Diablo kept the security very tight, almost immediately teleporting there as a form of lightning once Su Ming finished speaking.
A colossal living stone statue appeared beside the pond. It looked about twenty meters tall, wearing Inca-style golden armor.
'Suspect Little Black,' known as Su Ming, sat up, cross-legged floating on the water surface, gesturing randomly with his hands before his chest to make some semblance of hand seals as a greeting: "Lords of the Netherworld, I'm your new neighbor, you can call me the 'Suspicious One.'"
"You're from Earth's Inca?"
Diablo blocked Agamemnon behind him, an earnest expression appearing on his stone face. It had been several hundred years since he heard that language.
Truthfully, with the figure's black appearance and these words, coupled with the sudden appearance in the Purple Dimension with external force, this presence was very suspicious.
"The Inca no longer exist, it's called Peru now, hehe." Su Ming waved his hand across the purple water surface: "I just arrived in the Split Domain recently; it's normal for you not to recognize me."
Diablo didn't relax his vigilance. He summoned several Giant Divine Soldiers to appear invisibly surrounding the small pond: "What's your dimension called?"
"666 Dimension, originally a Native American dimension. I seized it; it's roughly on the opposite side of Safelos City."
Su Ming had prepared well; he took events that happened to Diablo earlier, altered the protagonist and time, and applied it to himself—a perfect background story.
Diablo initially wanted to say this was impossible but reconsidered, finding it actually plausible.
Because he himself had proven that the Split Domain contained ownerless dimensions, and each day old Demon Gods perished while new ones were born, keeping this realm in eternal chaos.
"Fine, even if what you say is true, how do you explain carrying Dormammu's energy invading the Purple Dimension?" Diablo was never known for eloquence; he was truly persuaded by Deathstroke's nonsense.
'Little Black' revealed a gleaming white smile, his eyes narrowing into slits:
"Other Demon Gods in the Split Domain are currently ganging up on Dormammu, over a hundred of them; Dormammu is about to meet his end, and everyone can gain benefits there. I was accidentally hit by Dormammu's cosmic rays and ended up here. Recognizing the Purple Dimension, I stayed to deliver the news and make friends with you."
Agamemnon and Diablo exchanged glances, somewhat uncertain. They truly feared Dormammu because they had been mercilessly bullied by him in the past.
If there's a chance to recover their lost assets from the past, they'd be naturally inclined to pursue it. But they worried if it was a trap of Dormammu's. With their strength, rashly rushing into the Dark Dimension could spell doom for them.
Seeing their silent exchange, Su Ming applied the tactic of advancing by retreating: "Because Diablo and I are compatriots, I thought we'd go together to attack Dormammu and reap riches. But since you remain hesitant, let's forget it; your weak strength doesn't seize opportunities well, sigh... I'll take my leave now; if I don't hurry, the Dark Dimension's boons will be gone."
After speaking, Su Ming began to float upwards, feigning the act of leaving.
Diablo nodded to Agamemnon, as strength was forever their internal agony, to live in the Split Domain as Dimensional Demon Gods, those who avoid greater strength meet their demise.
He raised his hand in Er Kang's manner, striking a pose: "Friend, help us secure two spots. Please ensure we have time to prepare our troops."
The slowly ascending little black shadow chuckled, not only readily agreeing but also spewing a bunch of drivel about mutual progress and co-prosperity...