Divine Palace.
The tallest tower of the God Race.
Divine Emperor Yale was currently in this tower.
Outside the tower, intelligence personnel continuously rushed to this place. In just four hours, the battle reports here had already piled up like a mountain.
Outside the tower …
The personnel of the Divine Palace were dealing with the reports.
Battle reports piled up one after another, causing the eyebrows of the Divine Palace personnel in charge of handling the battle reports to gradually turn solemn.
Not a single piece of news was a victory!
More importantly, the backbone of the commanders, Bai Ning, was nowhere to be found.
Because of his disappearance, the commanders, who didn't know how to deal with the situation, sent the reports to the Divine Palace. They wanted God Emperor Yale to make a decision.
"Lord, it's only been four hours, but the southern part of the God Race has fallen."
"Ji Yuan is very aggressive, especially their God Powered Cannons. We can't defend against them."
"The God's people are panicking. The commanders don't know how to deal with them."
Outside the Divine Palace, the God who was checking the reports whispered to the man with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Is there any news from Bai Ning?"
"There's no news from Commander-in-Chief Bai." Hearing this, the god shook his head. The man also shook his hand. "What is Bai Ning doing? He suddenly disappeared at this time and put all the blame on me."
"Lord, I think we need to inform Lord Yale."
The God frowned. He wouldn't have known if he hadn't read the reports, but after reading them, he knew how terrible the situation of the God Race was.
If this continued, in less than three days …
The Outer-Realm God Race would fall completely.
Actually, they weren't too worried.
Until now, their God Emperor Yale hadn't really made a move. Moreover, most of the God Race's troops were outside invading.
Even if they fell, as long as they returned, they could still fight back.
What they cared about was the people's resentment.
The God Race was at a critical juncture of life and death. No matter what, God Emperor Yale should show his face, at least to calm the troops. "Ji Yuan's attack is very fierce. If this situation continues, it's only a matter of time before the God Race falls. At this time, what we need the most is for Lord Yale to come out and stabilize the morale of the army. My Lord, only you can meet Lord Yale directly.
Please … "
The man sighed deeply.
Looking at the mountain of battle reports in front of him, and listening to the endless artillery fire and killing in the surroundings, Ye Zichen felt a chill run down his spine.
He was inexplicably suspicious …
Did he really make the right decision?
Song An.
The patriarch of the Song Clan.
The Song family used to be glorious, but the later generations were incompetent and gradually declined.
In order to restore the family's former glory, Song An became Yale's most obedient dog. No matter if he wanted to usurp the throne or destroy other planes, the Song Clan would support him wholeheartedly.
He …
Song An!
He became the most popular person around Yale.
He was the only emissary in the entire Outerealm God Race who could speak to Yale directly.
This was an honor that countless people envied. At first, Song An also felt that he was very honored.
Being able to converse with Divine Emperor Yale was the most direct proof of one's identity and status!
But after a long time, he realized that …
This was an unspeakably bitter task.
Bai Ning and Yale sandwiched him in the middle and were in a dilemma.
He only looked impressive on the surface, but in reality, he was more sullen than anyone else.
Then, he thought about what the Song Clan had obtained by sacrificing so much.
It seemed like he really didn't get anything.
Now was a time of war.
Everyone was in a constant state of fear. The only advantage the Song Clan had in this chaotic world was that they were Yale's trusted subordinates.
When others saw the Song Clan, they would smile …
But that smile was full of hypocrisy.
They even talked behind their backs …
Look, Yale's lackey.
As for other substantial things …
None!
Yale didn't give any rewards to the Song Clan. In contrast, the Song Clan had sacrificed tens of thousands of clansmen to satisfy Yale's ambition.
This was actually not the result that Song An wanted.
He wanted to climb up to a higher branch. The other clans would give the Song Clan some face on account of Yale, and the Song Clan would take this opportunity to develop bit by bit.
In the end …
He climbed up to the usurping Yale.
Even though he succeeded!
He became a Divine Emperor!
The Song Clan could be said to be the greatest contributor to Yale's success in usurping the throne. Logically speaking, they should have been richly rewarded.
Unfortunately …
What Yale wanted was not the Protoss, but the entire world.
The Song Clan didn't even get a word of praise.
"Was I wrong?"
Song An exhaled deeply and immediately noticed the gazes of the gods around him.
"I got it."
He dragged his tired body into the Divine Palace. This was his privilege. Only he could enter and leave the palace at will.
But every step he took seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms …
Looking for Yale?
It wasn't like he hadn't looked for him before!
"Milord …"
"Shut up. I didn't tell you not to bother me!"
Just as he reached Yale's door, Song An spoke.
A gale of divine power appeared inside the room like a tsunami, blowing Song An back several steps.
"The Protoss are about to fall. Ji Yuan's attack is too ruthless. Our people can't hold on at all. Now we need you to stabilize our morale."
Whoosh …
Suddenly, a shadow appeared outside the door.
When the shadow solidified, the person who appeared in front of Song An was Divine Emperor Yale.
"Milord Yale …"
"This emperor seems to have told you more than once not to disturb me. If you do, I'll take your life. Do you think this emperor is joking with you?"
Yale's expression was cold. The aura he released caused the surrounding temperature to plummet.
That chilling feeling spread throughout his body. Song An couldn't help but take a few steps back and kneel on the ground.
"Milord, this subordinate is also concerned about the Protoss … your family, right?" Yale patted Song An's head twice. "This Emperor likes obedient people. The reason you're standing here is because of your obedience. Considering that you've worked for this emperor, I'll give you one last chance. "
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"Yes."
Sweat dripped from Song An's forehead onto the ground.
At that moment, he really felt the approach of death.
Yale …
He really wanted to kill him.
"Don't bother me with the Protoss's situation. Whether they fall or not has nothing to do with me. If they're defeated, I can only say that those gods don't deserve to live in the country I want to build. "
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