Valkries was one of the first to become a senior lord, so the weight of his words was naturally different. Only he was able to maintain a normal tone and attitude when speaking to the King, as though there was no difference between the two. More importantly, the King had never expressed any objections, which was sufficient to explain the problem.
If it was the conclusion of the Nightmare Lord, it would naturally have a certain degree of persuasiveness.
Furthermore, Hackzord had indeed discussed the possibility of human inheritance with the Nightmare Lord. Apart from not saying it personally, it was a reasonable inference. At the same time, he kept an eye out and deliberately placed the matter after displaying the memories of the Western Front. Perhaps the King would verify this theory while reading his memories, but it was unlikely that he would conduct a special investigation.
The Bi King's consciousness was highly autonomous, and his judgment would only be based on facts.
The purpose of these words was to shut the mouths of his opponents.
Blood Conqueror's pitiful brain was unable to see the situation clearly and could only respond instinctively.
In order to shirk the responsibility, Mask would definitely not stand on his side easily.
The other senior lords were basically wavering, and it was simply a joke to entrust the future of the race to them.
As such, Hackzord spoke this small lie confidently and without any pressure.
Backing down now would be the greatest irresponsibility to the race.
He had to personally reverse the entire situation!
"What unknown inheritance, that's too unbelievable …" Mask questioned softly. "We have all seen the scene in the Origin of Magic Hall. If the race truly exists, then where is it located?"
"Who can guarantee that the conclusion the race came up with is definitely correct?" Hackzord vowed solemnly. "I also do not wish to believe that humans can obtain the favor of fate, but their transformation is right in front of us! Don't forget, before obtaining the inheritance of the underground civilization, we similarly did not know that the fragments could be separated. "
"You mean —" Abomination seemed to have thought of something.
No, I don't mean anything, my only goal is to guide you towards the self-constructed answer. "Among the many ruins, if there is a fragment left behind …"
All the senior lords could not help but fall into deep thought.
Except for Blood Conqueror.
"So what? I absolutely do not agree to use the Deity of Gods to deal with the lowlifes! The Sky-sea Realm's offensive is still increasing. Now that we finally have the chance to catch a breather, we should take the opportunity to consolidate our defensive line. Without the Deity of Gods, the eastern front will not be able to withstand the continuous intense battles. Once the army is defeated, more than ten cities will be exposed to the enemy's claws! "
But this time, no one agreed with him.
"Compared to a dozen or so cities, the future of your race should be your priority." Hackzord glanced at him expressionlessly, then looked at the Birth Tower in the middle of the Holy See. "My Respected King, losing the Deity of Gods on the Western Front will indeed worsen our current disadvantage, but at least it will not lead to the worst outcome. Now, time is not on our side. Humans are quickly absorbing the inheritance they have obtained — since sacrifices are unavoidable, the next choice is the most important. "
"Hackzord, that's my army!" Blood Conqueror roared.
Sky Lord turned a deaf ear to him. "Everyone has seen for yourself how intricate the war weapons created by humans are. More importantly, the Primal Demons can use them as well! If our race can absorb their inheritance and use the Fire Rain and Iron Bird on our army, we will be able to reverse the situation of the Sky-sea Realm! Even if we lose the entire Blackstone region, the final victor of the Battle of Divine Will will be us! "
Upon hearing about the fusion of new weapons, Mask's empty eye sockets blossomed with a flicker of excitement.
The Blood Conqueror was furious. "And these losses could have been avoided —"
"Enough." The King finally spoke. "I understand what you mean."
Hackzord's heart was at ease.
The King would not be affected by their dispute and would only make a decision based on the actual situation. The other senior lords gradually became skeptical and at least no longer opposed his proposal. This way, the consensus passed at the meeting could be quickly implemented. Otherwise, the dispute and shirking between the senior lords would waste a lot of precious time, and the pressure that the Western Front had exerted on the humans would be reduced to nothing in the indecisiveness.
Although this was still a distance from the "all-out" that Ösrook advocated, it was the best outcome that he could fight for. Furthermore, as the greatest masterpiece of the race, the Deity of Gods had a large number of troops protecting it, which was also a disguised form of support for the Western Front.
When this ultimate weapon reached the Land of Dawn, all of the humans' tactics would lose their meaning.
"The Silent Disaster's arrangements remain unchanged, continue to reinforce the Western Front." The King's calm voice echoed in the Holy See. "Once the Deity of Gods is completed, set off for the human territory to seize the legacy shard. Shrink the Eastern Front to the south, and if necessary, give up a portion of the cities to reduce the losses of the Inferior Demons. Before the offensive and defensive situation reverses, they are also important resources. "
"Understood." All the senior lords acknowledged the order.
"But Blood Conqueror is right. Delaying the Sky-sea Realm in the East and devouring the humans in the West is the established strategy for the third Battle of Divine Will. Now that we have no choice but to mobilize the Deity of Gods to the Western Front, it will cause the casualties of the Eastern Front to increase greatly. Sky Lord … do you feel that you are not responsible at all?"
In that instant, Hackzord felt an extremely cold chill crawl up his spine. In his field of vision, the eyes on the Birth Tower had all closed together, forming a gigantic eyeball. Compared to it, he was insignificant. Just the pupil alone was enough to contain several of him. The eyeball hung in the air and stared coldly at Hackzord, as though it could crush him into powder if it rolled slightly forward. Under such pressure, he could not even muster up the thought of opening the Distortion Door.
In the Presiding Holy See, the King was no different from a god.
"Although your abilities are important, it does not mean that I will overlook this point. This is the last accident of the Western Front plan. Do not disappoint me again, or else …"
He did not need to use loud words to express his displeasure. The oppressive feeling that seemed to be tangible had already revealed everything.
"I … understand."
The eyeball suddenly disappeared, along with the Holy See. The spire of the Sky City and the fog once again appeared in front of Hackzord.
"My Lord, are you alright?"
"I'm fine …" Looking at Siacis, who was standing guard beside him, Sky Lord shook his head slowly. He originally thought that he was prepared to endure everything, but when faced with the King's malice, the discomfort and resistance that surged up in his heart overwhelmed his expectations.
These were just … spontaneous reactions.
Hackzord closed his eyes.
Everything was for the sake of the race.
He had already done his best.
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