The sound of the waves in the Realm of Mind gradually dissipated. Hackzord opened his eyes.
He saw a ring-shaped hall. Below him was a calm sea of fog, and above him was an endless sea of fog. Nine seats of different sizes were suspended in the air, forming a circle along the vertical stone wall. In the center of the circle stood a huge Birth Tower. However, unlike a real tower, it was covered with disorderly single eyes, each of which was the size of a Primordial Demon.
This was the realm created by the king.
The Presiding Holy See.
Although it was not the first time it had entered this place, its body still subconsciously felt oppressed and uneasy. Unlike simple spiritual communication, this Virtual Space opened up in the turbulence of the Realm of Mind was not a real "illusion". If it fell into the sea of fog or was attacked, it would also suffer substantial damage. It would be fine as long as it did not wake up as if it was a dream.
Unlike the chaos outside, this place was orderly and strict with rules.
The king controlled everything in the Presiding Holy See.
This also meant that as long as it entered the Presiding Holy See, its fate was in the hands of the king.
However, its loyalty to the king was absolute. Instinctively resisting would not cause disgust. Only lowly beasts could not control their instincts.
"Thank you for your summon. The Sky Lord pays his respects to you." Hackzord bowed its head to the tower in the center of the hall.
One of the eyes opened and glanced at Hackzord, then quickly closed again. "Wait patiently."
"Yes."
After a while, several figures appeared on the other seats.
They looked a little blurry, but Hackzord could still identify them based on their characteristics. For example, the "Bloody Conqueror", which had a body as large as a hill, and the "Heart of Loathing", which had all sorts of weapons hanging from its armor, as well as the "Heart of Loathing", which had a warped look in its clothes and mask … How vivid one's performance was depended on one's understanding of the Origin of Magic, and there were only a few who could fully display themselves like this.
When a figure appeared on the last seat, it meant that the nine grand lords had gathered in the Presiding Holy See.
The image of the king, the Birth Tower that rose from the sea of fog, slowly opened half of its eyes.
"I believe you all know why I summoned you. Not only me, but everyone should have the same question. A few days ago, an ascendant came into contact with the Realm of Mind and caused a ripple there. But soon after, there was no response. " He paused and looked at the Sky Lord. "And the owner of the ripples is called Ösrook, who happens to be the commander of the vanguard of the western front — Hackzord. What happened in the west?"
As expected, the king had come for this question. Hackzord immediately felt the pressure on his body increase. To be able to cause fluctuations in the Realm of Mind meant that someone had crossed an extraordinary threshold, and this breakthrough would be sensed by all the grand lords. With the battle with the Sky-sea Realm becoming increasingly intense, having an additional Senior Lord would bring a greater advantage to the race. However, the following turn of events caught everyone off guard. The Senior Lord had only left behind a mark before disappearing without a trace. It was the first time in centuries that a Senior Lord had perished right after his advancement.
In fact, not long after Hackzord sensed the Senior Lord's breakthrough, he had received news of the defeat from the western front, along with a letter from Ösrook. The contents of the letter made him want to cut open the head of this outstanding subordinate to see what was wrong with this guy that made him act so recklessly!
When the king asked, he instinctively wanted to hide the result of the battle on the western front, but his loyalty eventually made him tell the truth.
Just as the Sky Lord had expected, there was a burst of doubt, surprise, and mockery in the hall.
"Ha, did I hear that right?" The Blood Lord was the first to sneer. "Your subordinate knew that he was no match for the enemy, but he still left all his troops on the Fertile Plains, and in the end, all of them died in the hands of those insects? I remember what you called him — the genius general? "
Hackzord was not surprised at all. As the main general of the battle against the Sky-sea Realm, he had always been disdainful of the praise that Ösrook received. If Ösrook became a grand lord, his position would probably be the first to be affected. Now that there was a chance to attack Ösrook, he naturally would not let it go.
"Forget about the Primal Demons and the tombstones. I think the Sky Lord knows how precious the horns are," Mask, who was in charge of cultivating the Symbiotic Demons, said in a strange voice. "Mask", who was responsible for cultivating the Symbiotic Demons, said in a strange voice, "If we can conquer Taquila, Meteor, and Arrieta, we'll be fine. The God's Stone mines there can at least replenish our current consumption, but without enough mines, we'll lose one of our Horns."
"Losing to those insects is unimaginable. I think Your Excellency more or less has to bear some responsibility."
"What genius general? I think he's just so-so."
"Ordinary ascendants can't open the Gate of the Two Realms. Otherwise, there would be more than nine of you sitting here, not to mention that the enemy has a Transcendent..."
"Why, it's not like it was four hundred years ago. Do you still think that perishing together with a Transcendent is a glorious thing?"
Listening to the discussion, Hackzord's face darkened. Even if he did not understand Ösrook's actions, he was still his former subordinate. Belittling a trusted general like this was no doubt an attack on him in disguise — this was not something that a Grand Lord could easily tolerate.
At this moment, the King interrupted everyone's conversation. He did not ask them to shut up, but directly silenced them. "Enough, I just want to know if this will affect your plan!"
Hackzord quickly gathered his focus. "Of course not. In the plan, I have made many preparations. It would be best if we can take down Taquila, but even if we can't, it won't affect the overall situation. Rest assured, King, we will set foot on the land of humans as scheduled. "
"That sounds exactly like what you said." The King's tone finally eased a little.
"But..." The Sky Lord hesitated for a moment and decided to tell the King about the letter Ösrook had written to him in advance. Perhaps it was the trust he had accumulated for hundreds of years, or the warning was so horrifying that it stuck in his throat. No matter what the reason was, Hackzord felt a voice in his heart reminding him to speak. "But this plan needs to be adjusted in terms of military strength. According to the commander of the Western Front, we need at least ten times the number of soldiers to stabilize the war. "
"Ten times?" The Blood Conqueror growled. "Are you kidding me? The Sky-sea Realm is suppressing the frontline, and you still want to take soldiers from me? I won't give you a single cent! "
"Ösrook — what did it say?" the King asked in a deep voice.
"When it wrote this letter, the battle between the vanguard and the humans had not yet begun. It said that it insisted on staying in Taquila because it discovered the opponent's vital weakness. If this plan succeeds, it will greatly weaken the opponent's strength. At that time, it will increase the number of soldiers by ten times. If it leads, it will definitely destroy the humans. "
"Is this a prophecy?" Someone sneered. "I wonder if it foresaw its own death?"
"..." Hackzord nodded after a moment of silence. "It did mention it in the letter."
The hall suddenly fell silent.
The grand lords looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little strange.
The King broke the silence. "What did it say?"
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