Alan briefly recounted his conversation with Orfasis, and all the officials, including Geffen, were moved after listening to it. '"So that's how it is. No wonder the emperor of Adahua Planet is so nervous," the head of the agency said in a heavy voice. "But Mr. President, even if that Allen is really the Son of Dusk, I really can't figure out how he alone can end all life in the universe. Even if the three Paragons of Adahua Planet and Agares joined forces, they wouldn't be able to do it, right? "
"I think so too, but Orfasis insisted on his own ideas and did not give a specific answer. I think Adahua Planet should have some reservations in this regard. "
"Then the question now is, what are we going to do?" Silfa's voice was clear as he said calmly, "Are we going to hand over our Federation citizens according to the Great Emperor's wishes?"
"What does the general mean?"
Silfa said loudly, "Every legal citizen will be protected by the Federation government. This is our obligation and the promise we made to the people at the beginning of the Federation." Even if the Son of Dusk was real, could it be that we were going to hand over the citizens who were supposed to be protected to them just because of Orfasis' words? With all due respect, Mr. President. If we do so, the prestige of the Federation will be greatly reduced. "
"The general's words are not unreasonable." Geffen also said, "Our relationship with the nobles is not as good as it used to be, and Mr. Allen is a core figure in Bescot. If we hand him over to Orfasis, I'm afraid all the nobles in Babylon will oppose him. "
"How could I not know your concerns? Let's turn it around. Let's talk about it the other way around. We can offend Adahua Planet and our allies for the sake of the prestige of the Federation and the feelings of the noble lords? Don't forget, we still rely on Adahua Planet for many interstellar technologies. If we provoke Orfasis, we will suffer a much greater blow than the two of you. " Alan tapped the table with his finger and emphasized, "Everyone, what I want to discuss here is not a win-win solution. It's to weigh the pros and cons and make the right choice. "
"Based on the current situation, I think the most accurate choice is to recall Allen Bescot from Planet Paradise according to Orfasis' request." Alan paused and said, "But General Silfa just said that if we hand over Allen, I'm afraid it will cause a violent shock. In view of our present circumstances, I think it must be done under the radar. In other words, we can summon Allen back without attracting any attention. "
Fendi, who had been closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep, opened her eyes at this time. She smiled and asked, "What if this Mr. Allen is unwilling to obey the order?"
"If that's the case, I think it's necessary to use force. Under the premise of not harming their lives, you can forcibly detain them. "
Fendi licked her lips and was about to say something. But Sylpha, on the other side of him, suddenly closed his book and rose to his feet. "Let me go to Paradise, Mr. President. I will be responsible for bringing Mr. Allen back. "
He looked at Fendi and said, "If you let someone go, I'm afraid it will be a mess. At that time, even if Allen brings it back, I'm afraid Bescot will get the news. "
Fendi laughed, spread out his hands and made a "whatever you want" expression, and closed his eyes again.
Alan nodded, "Let's do that. General Sylpha, please go down and prepare immediately. You must set off today."
"Yes, sir." Silfa saluted and left his seat.
"Then this meeting is over." Alan waved his hand and let everyone leave one after another. When Fendi got up, he called out to the butcher. After Gefen left the hall, Alan said, "When Sylpha returns from Planet Paradise, I want him to hand over Allen to your Iron Fist Legion. Before handing him over to Orfasis, General Fendi, you should know the best place to temporarily detain the Son of Dusk. "
Fendi smiled and said, "You have it, Mr. President. I can't think of a better place than Iron Prison. "
"Very well, I know that Iron Prison also has a biochemical team that specializes in various research. I sincerely hope that before Orfasis arrives on Earth, these lovely people can find out for me where the power of the Son of Dusk comes from. If necessary, I can authorize you to collect Allen's body data, including some inappropriate experiments. There's only one thing, he can't die! "
Fendi said "Oh" and narrowed his eyes, "Mr. President, this is an interesting thing."
"Of course, you'll do it for me, right?"
"Don't worry, leave it to me." Fendi patted his chest.
Alan laughed, and only stopped after Fendi left the hall. Then, he took out the notebook he carried with him, opened one of the pages, and briefly recorded what happened today on it. At the end of the diary, there was a short sentence.
If I get the power of the end, not to mention this chessboard, even if it's this universe, I can jump out, right?
Alan thought for a moment, crossed out this sentence, and then closed the notebook heavily.
*****
A hundred-year-old tree let out a mournful cry and slowly fell under the ear-piercing screams of axes and saws. The Catus in charge of logging let out a roar, accompanied by the rumble of the giant tree falling to the ground, resounding through the forest. Very quickly, a group of Blade Demons came over and worked together to drag away the ancient tree. Trees slid across the grey earth, leaving plough marks on the ash-covered ground. They would be brought to the incinerators in the rear and thrown into the blazing furnace, providing fuel for the non-humankind in the war.
A bird flew over the bare mountain, mourning for the dead forest with a mournful cry. This place used to be lush green, but now, large areas of forest have been cut down, and they are used as inexhaustible fuel by outsiders. Countless animals have lost their homes, either fleeing the forest or becoming rations for outsiders.
Smoke was rising from the gray earth, covering the sky and the sun. Even at this moment in the day, the sky was shrouded in dark clouds, and the atmosphere of panic was spreading everywhere with the flowing air, drifting towards the territory of another human being.
Standing on the Unicorn Castle, Allen put down his binoculars. From here, even without the help of tools, he could see the gray-white mountain. It was the forest at the foot of the Emerald Mountain Range. They were a green carpet that covered the ground. But now, a large part of this carpet had been brutally torn off by the outsiders. Countless trees were cut down, and the manuscripts were burned clean. Then, the mountain turned the color of death.
On the gray mountain, the outsider army set up a temporary camp. They plundered everything around them. Apart from trees and animals, there were also crop fields at the edge of the forest. Behind the mountains, the outsiders had set up several huge incinerators. The flames of the incinerators burned day and night. The outsiders used them to forge equipment, and even used local materials to make siege weapons.
They appeared two days ago, the evening of the second day Allen arrived in the unicorn territory. That evening, the sky was tightly piled up with gray lead clouds. The light of the setting sun struggled to penetrate through the clouds, and it was as dignified as a bright red blood light. On that depressing evening, the first tree was cut down, signaling to the humans that the alien race had appeared.
After that, the scouts of the Bucks Army kept updating the information.
According to the reports from the scouts, a troop of about a thousand foreign races had arrived at the foot of the Emerald Mountain Range that evening. They set up a temporary camp and began to cut down trees. Two hours later, another army arrived from the northwest and joined in the cutting and burning of the forest. In the following two days and nights, more and more Outsider armies arrived, and Lin Lin continued to disappear, until the current situation.
"What are they trying to do?" The owner of the unicorn said with a pained expression that Ante hated the outsiders' logging and destruction of the forest. Ever since he could remember, he was used to the beautiful greenery of the Emerald Mountains in the distance, as well as the beauty of Lake Portilli near the castle. But now, the green of the Emerald Mountains was disappearing. It was replaced by the gray that represented death. Smoke rose continuously from there and blended into the dark clouds in the sky, causing the lake to lose its former beauty.
"Obviously, they intend to open up camps to accommodate enough troops. You see, their logging operations are beginning to extend to the forest on the west side, creating more convenient conditions for the subsequent army to pass through. As for the trees cut down, they will be burned to forge equipment or ordnance. These damn fellows are using our resources to start a war. "Allen said hatefully as he clenched his fist and lightly smashed the guardrail of the balcony.
A guard reported from behind, "My lords, General Salon is waiting for you in the conference hall."
"Let\'s go." Allen patted Ante on the shoulder and said, "Let\'s see what General Salon has to do."
On the evening that Allen arrived at the unicorn territory, an army of the Bucks Army also arrived on the same day. Salon was the general of that army and the commander of the next war. Even though he had modestly suggested that Allen should be in charge of the war. However, Allen knew very well that he had never commanded a battle of this scale before. Moreover, the protagonist of this war was the Bucks Army. It was not good for him to be a noisy guest, so he still asked Salon to be the commander.
Salon was an old general. He was no longer young, and his Origin Energy was not even as strong as Keller\'s. However, the years had given him experience that no one else had, so even Keller had no objections to letting him be the commander.
Allen and the others saw the old general of the Bucks Army in the conference hall of the castle. Salon was tall, silver-haired, and silver-bearded. His weather-beaten face always carried a hint of indifference. Even when he saw the scene of the army pressing down on the border, the old general did not reveal any surprise. Under his thick eyebrows were pitch-black eyes. His eyes were always flickering with light, as if they could burst into flames at any time.
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