A Good Romance
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The Seventh Prince pondered and said, "If Father can't come out in time, we will definitely lose this war. However, we cannot risk our lives to fight. Otherwise, the human race will really perish. Therefore, we need to preserve our strength. "
Ling Han was surprised. What did he mean by that?
"When the war starts, you will leave with me. I have already made some arrangements and can rise in this chaotic world." The Seventh Prince continued.
You mean to become a deserter?
Ling Han widened his eyes and looked at the Seventh Prince without saying a word.
The Seventh Prince smiled, "Those who achieve great things don't bother with trifles. I don't want to see the people being plunged into misery and suffering, but if it is unavoidable, I cannot continue to fight even though I know I will die. "
Ling Han instantly understood.
This Seventh Prince was ambitious and capable. However, he was not a benevolent emperor, but a ruthless one.
A general's success was built on the bones of tens of thousands. He only cared about his own imperial ambitions. As for how many sacrifices he would have to make on this road, he didn't care at all.
To work or cooperate with such a person, one had to be very careful. Who knew if one would suddenly be betrayed?
In the Seventh Prince's eyes, people were arranged according to their value. If one had no value, one would be sacrificed or sacrificed for a greater value.
At this moment, Ling Han decided to keep his distance from the Seventh Prince. Otherwise, he might really be tricked one day.
"I believe the situation won't deteriorate to such a degree." He said.
"Optimism is good, but blindly optimism can kill oneself." The Seventh Prince patted Ling Han's shoulder, "Think about it. I still look forward to cooperating with you and working together for a great cause."
Ling Han smiled. He didn't want to fall out with the Seventh Prince. It was just that it was impossible for him to cooperate with the Seventh Prince on a deeper level.
He now felt that the Seventh Prince was more and more terrifying. If he got too close to him, he might be dragged down with him.
Those who walked different paths could not work together.
"I will go back first. Think about it." The Seventh Prince turned and left.
He had asked Ling Han to think twice. This meant that he still thought highly of Ling Han. Unfortunately, Ling Han had seen through his ruthless nature.
Ling Han smiled and watched the Seventh Prince leave.
Right now, he was under house arrest. Unrelated people couldn't come and see him. Even the optical computer couldn't connect to the internet. It could be said that he had completely lost contact with the outside world. Only important people like the Seventh Prince could enter this place.
"If I really want to break out, can you stop me?" Ling Han shook his head.
Days passed and the atmosphere in the capital grew tenser by the day.
The deadline given by the Demon Race was getting closer and closer, but those important figures had yet to make a final decision, and the Saint Emperor was still in seclusion. If the Demon Race army pressed down on their borders, how were they going to resist?
The more cowardly people were already preparing to move their families, but the world was so big, and they didn't know where to move to. Perhaps if they ran recklessly, they would bump into the Demon Clan.
Everyone was in a state of panic. If the Heavenly Emperor didn't come out, everyone felt that they had no backbone and no confidence.
Ling Han, on the other hand, was calm and composed. Every day, he would cultivate and study array formations and alchemy. His days were extremely fulfilling.
Just like that, eight days passed.
The big shots held another meeting, but this time, Ling Han was not called over. It was said that only a few of the princes who were ranked highly insisted on going to war, while the military and the Head of Parliament were strongly against it.
On the morning of the second day, they finally made a decision.
Ling Han didn't know how the four marshals and the chief of staff were convinced. Perhaps the princes had used force. At least a few of them had reached the Enlightening Realm, so it wasn't difficult to "convince" the four marshals and the chief of staff.
Since they had decided to go to war, they had to mobilize all of their forces to face the invasion of the Demon Race.
Ling Han was also informed that he would be joining the army and leading the way.
Ling Han didn't care about this. Although he didn't think he had done anything wrong, he was still the fuse of this war. It wasn't too much to be on the frontlines.
On the contrary, he was somewhat excited. He wanted to experience the power of the Demon Race.
The profligates in the capital were also mobilized. Most of them were students of the Imperial Capital College, and some had already graduated. The Demon Race was too powerful. They needed the battle strength of the Ultimate Bone Realm to fight against it, and they were the core strength.
Most of them were pessimistic, but they also held onto a glimmer of hope. That was that their Saint Emperor would come out of seclusion and turn the situation around by himself. Otherwise, they would really be sending themselves to their deaths. So what if they could hold off the Demon Race for ten days or a month?
In the end, the sky would still fall.
These noble soldiers gathered in the plaza. The four marshals would mobilize them and then head to the frontlines.
When Ling Han arrived, he immediately received many hateful glares.
To most people, it was completely Ling Han's fault that they were standing here. Once they entered the battlefield, it was very likely that more than half of them wouldn't come back.
Who wanted to die? Especially these profligates, who had lived a leisurely life in the capital. To them, war was something extremely distant. But now that they had to face it all at once, they didn't know what to do.
Ling Han didn't say anything. Even if he told these people, even without his reason, the Demon Race would still launch an invasion. It was just that they might be a few days late.
At ten in the morning, everyone had arrived. Those who were late would be sentenced to death. This was a war, and there were no exceptions. No one could act like a big shot.
The four marshals began to ramble, saying some words that made everyone's blood boil. On the battlefield, morale was very important.
If morale was low, they might only be able to use thirty percent of their battle strength. But if morale was high, they might be able to perform better than normal.
"Alright, let's go!"
After the four marshals had finished speaking, Yang Bai stood up and waved his hand.
Just as everyone was about to set off, they suddenly saw a black shadow in the sky.
"What's that?" Someone with sharp eyes asked.
"Warship!"
"Why is our warship in that position?"
Everyone was curious. This time, all the warships would be mobilized for the war. It was too unexpected for them to appear in that position.
"It's the Demon Race's warship!" When the black shadow got closer, everyone could clearly see it and couldn't help but exclaim.
The Demon Race had come!
Why would they choose this time?
If they didn't hand over Ling Han today, then war would follow.
Could it be that the Demon Race was so confident that the human race would definitely bow their heads, so they had sent a warship to bring Ling Han back?
How arrogant.
The warship was huge, but it wasn't slow. It quickly arrived above the plaza, casting a huge shadow.
This warship was about six hundred meters long and eight hundred meters wide. It could be said to be a colossus. Such a large body couldn't even land on the plaza and could only hover.
Swish! A giant eagle flew out from the warship and swiftly descended.
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