Cherubim wanted Odin to tell him the plan?
What kind of plan was there?
Odin said straightforwardly, "If the Winged race wants to become the ruler of the fourth era, the first obstacle you have to face is the Human race. "Actually, you're not helping me. I'm helping you."
“？？？” Cherubim, who was only half a meter tall, blinked. The halo above his head flew in front of Odin and said in a childish voice, "Aren't you embarrassed to say that?"
"Yes." Odin nodded. Then, he calmly analyzed the situation. "What is the Winged race doing now?
You're taking advantage of the invasion of the dark creatures to occupy the Human territory.
"But to be honest, if the Dark World doesn't attack, will the Sky City do anything?"
Cherubim was about to speak, but Odin interrupted him.
He took out a map of the midland continent and placed it in front of him. He pointed at Asgard and the Winged race's territory. "Look at the situation. The Winged race originally had two kingdoms in the midland continent. The territories that were invaded by the Darkness can also be considered a kingdom.
"The three kingdoms are all located in the western continent, and they are all connected to each other!
"Especially since you're temporarily in the midland continent. The three kingdoms can even merge into one and become the Winged race empire.
"But do you think that the Human race won't attack you now? Will they tolerate you in the future?
"No, they won't. Your power is too strong.
"Among the seven continents, the Winged race in the midland continent is the strongest.
"You seem to have occupied the most territory in the midland continent, but the Human race is afraid of you.
Think about it with the halo above your head. If Asgard were to be destroyed, if Asgard were to be destroyed, what would be around the three Feather Kingdoms? "
Cherubim raised his eyebrows and scanned the map. "The Orc Empire is in the south, the Holy Empire is in the north, and the Rose Empire is in the east."
Cherubim laughed coldly and said, "To be honest, even in the face of such pressure, I'm not afraid. I even feel that Asgard is hindering the expansion of the Winged race's territory."
"Yes, you don't have to be afraid. The Winged race has hundreds of sages, and the Sky City can provide you with reinforcements at any time." William stretched out three fingers. "But there are three things that you have to admit!"
"What?"
"Gods descend!"
"Darkness invasion!"
"Merge the continents!"
"Tell me," Odin said. "Where did your Feather people get their confidence from? How could you fight your way through the chaos of the world and become the true Master of the Epoch? Ignoring everything else, just the human race alone killed more than half of your Saints. You're not joking, are you?"
This made Gillub feel like he was hallucinating.
The Harpies were no longer as powerful as they had been in the past.
He fell into deep thought. "That's right. The human race is like a huge mountain, and there are many Gods. What about the Darkness Invasion that could destroy the entire continent?
This was a chaotic world.
No matter which faction it is, they won't dare to start a Holy War for now. "
Now, all the forces were waiting for an opportunity!
He was waiting for two powerful forces to start fighting first, and then he would slowly reap the benefits.
Because every single Saint was a strategic weapon, and the loss of even one would bring huge losses to the race.
However, the Harpies' small scale invasion was already putting a lot of pressure on the other races. If things went wrong, they might even ally with each other.
Now, which faction was the strongest?
The humans, the Harpies, and the Dark Faction.
Actually, it was easier for the humans, who occupied the most territory, to fight against the Dark Faction. The best option for the Harpies was to wait and not join the chaotic battle in advance.
Odin glanced at him and laughed in his heart.
Who was he?
William's clone.
Who was William?
He was the super talker of the Legendary continent, and a super troublemaker who made a fortune from war.
Odin said again, "What the Harpies need to do now is to ally with each other and find allies. Don't make enemies on all sides. For example, Asgard and I are your best allies! I know that the Harpies are very strong and have accumulated resources for three eras. However, in this chaotic world, to put it bluntly, you can only protect yourselves. "
Gillub was angry. Although he looked cute, his words were filled with coldness.
"Protect ourselves? The Harpies only have the ability to protect ourselves. How can we attack at this time? "
Odin laughed coldly. "What a joke. Everyone knows the importance of the fourth era. With the help of luck, the Harpies can give birth to existences that surpass the Saints when the Gods descend.
However, the Holy Emperor of the Legendary continent has already reached this realm.
How strong do you think this realm is? "
Gillub clenched his small fists. He did not know, but he suddenly stared at Odin because he knew that Odin was once a Lord God.
Seeing that Gillub had acknowledged that he was once a Lord God, Odin knew that his plan had succeeded.
So he slapped the map and said coldly, "The current Holy Emperor of the Light can defeat all the Saints in the Gods' continent."
"How is that possible?" Gillub gasped. He knew that the Holy Emperor of the Light had already reached this realm.
When he broke through the realm, it was not obvious even to the Legendary professionals.
However, the group of Saints could feel the intense pressure.
They felt that every inch of the light that shone on their skin seemed to be controlled by someone.
Although the feeling was very weak, it would disappear soon.
But the pressure brought about by that time was extremely great.
Odin looked at him coldly. "Nothing is impossible. There is such a big difference between us. This is the difference in rank and the difference in the rules.
In addition, for countless years, the Holy Emperor of the Light is the first person to break through to the Saint Realm. He has the right to decide the rank, and the heavens and earth will bless him with countless luck, allowing him to take the lead step by step and even reach the realm of knowing everything.
If you really want to defeat the humans, even if an existence that surpasses the Saints appears in your race, they may still not be a match for the Holy Emperor of the Light. "
"Hehe." Gillub suddenly laughed coldly. "Even if the Holy Emperor of the Light is as strong as you say, doesn't that mean that the Harpies will never be able to become the Master of the Era?"
At this time, Odin said in a mysterious tone, "That is why I said that the entire Harpies are still too young. You do not know how to endure and wait. Think about it.
Why did we revive in the fourth era?
Why did we descend at this time?
Why did so many people give up on the Divine Path, reincarnate, and walk on the Divine Path?
Is it because of the so-called Master of the Fourth Era? "
Gillub swallowed. "Why …"
"The God King Realm!" Odin chuckled coldly. "The Master of the Fourth Era is not a race, but a single person. Help me recover faster.
At the very least, you will have a Sovereign as an ally.
The future is not a battle between the Saints, but a battle between the Sovereigns and the Saints.
Otherwise.
I really don't know how many existences surpassing the Saints will appear among the Harpies.
Of course, if you Harpies are not confident that I will definitely step into the God King Realm and prevent you from becoming the Master of the Era, then forget about it. "
Odin glanced at him meaningfully.
It was as if he was saying, "You Harpies are all women. If you keep dawdling, I can't be bothered to waste my breath on you!"
Gillub, however, fell into deep thought.
He had been thrown into a daze by the barrage of words.
As for whether or not Odin was speaking the truth?
This was all just his conjecture.
But his current identity was that of a seriously injured Sovereign. Everyone had no choice but to believe what he said.
But the most important thing was …
The Harpies had also had similar thoughts and discussions before.
They had believed that the gods' appearance at this time was most likely a huge conspiracy, and that the Master of the Fourth Era might not be a race, but rather a single existence, one that was powerful enough to contend against everything else.
After a long time.
Gillub sucked in a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Fine, we Harpies will help you resist that pressure, but how can we trust you?"
Odin gazed off into the distance. "My enemies are far more powerful than you can imagine.
During the final battle of the God Realm, many of the twelve Sovereigns under my command died.
But I didn't die, so naturally my old enemies didn't die.
So do you think I need a powerful ally? "
"Fine, then we'll be allies for now. As for the Master of the Era, that will depend on our own abilities." Gillub's lips curled up in a confident smile.
There was nothing wrong with agreeing.
He had already confirmed Odin's identity in his heart.
However, he also believed that Odin, who was heavily injured and would rather sleep for countless years than be reincarnated, was not as good as the Gods who were reborn after being destroyed. He reckoned that becoming a Main God was his greatest future.
So why not use some methods to protect Asgard first? That way, the Harpies would still have a Sovereign as an ally?
It would be worth it.
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