The Empire's embassy in Molle.
At the conference table, several tens of people from the Empire were silent. The atmosphere seemed to be extremely bad.
Finally, someone stood up. "What is the Ministry of Magic thinking? Why do they want us to do this at all costs?"
"Mike, watch your words and actions."
"What's wrong with my words and actions? These traitors are trampling on the Empire's dignity. Our achievements were obtained through the sacrifice of the soldiers at the frontlines. Now, they want us to hand it over with just a few words. I won't accept it.
I want to see Chief Commander Daniel. "
Clearly, the Empire's upper echelons had chosen to hide the sacrifice of the five God Domain experts for the time being. After all, once the information was made public at this juncture, it would probably set off a huge storm in the entire Empire. It would be very detrimental to the Ministry of Magic's current plans.
Another diplomat said, "Commander Daniel has secretly returned to the country to undergo a military trial. He will be held responsible for the losses of the army this time."
It seemed that the Ministry of Magic had not concealed the news of a large number of soldiers being wiped out. After all, this was difficult to conceal. Furthermore, they were planning to let a few dead people take the blame.
"What?" Mike said, unwilling to accept this. "Is that yellow-skinned monkey really that powerful? They want to change the strategy of the entire Empire just for him? "
"Regardless, this is the Ministry of Magic's decision. We have to complete it at all costs."
"What about the Five Sages? Where are they? "
"There's also the Empire's Warriors. If the Empire's expansion is stopped by such a person, it'll be a disgrace to the entire country."
For Atlantis, which had always been trampled under the feet of the Empire, as well as the various native races of the New World, now they had to beg for peace with the attitude of a defeated party. This made all the Empire's people present unable to swallow their anger.
"Everyone, it's easy to be spirited and elated. However, the Empire is now at a critical juncture. Those monkeys in the Central Plains want to chop off our heads at any moment.
For the sake of the entire global strategy, what's the big deal about sacrificing a little bit of dignity? Even if I have to kneel down and beg, I'll do it without a second word. "
The sounds of quarreling kept ringing out. When over ten people started pushing and shoving each other with flushed faces, an old man with a head full of white hair and meticulously dressed stood up. "Enough."
As a level one special agent of the Ministry of Magic, Sanger's words were still very effective. Following his shout, everyone present stopped quarreling even though their chests were heaving and their faces were filled with unwillingness.
"I don't care what you think about this matter. In any case, this is the highest order given by the Ministry of Magic. Everyone has their own considerations. You don't have any right to stop them. Instead, you have to do your best to facilitate this matter."
At this moment, shouts rang out from outside the embassy. An assistant walked in and said, "Sir, it's a demonstration."
Obviously, someone had accidentally or deliberately leaked the news of the peace talks. As soon as the news came out, it caused a large number of dissatisfaction among the empire's residents. They began to hold demonstrations outside the embassy to protest against the peace talks.
"Go back, you traitor!"
"We have nothing to talk about with these monkeys!"
At the same time, all kinds of strange versions of what to say spread in the streets and alleys, and the whole of Mo Le seemed to be in the midst of a storm.
Sang Ge looked at the crowd outside through the window and turned around with a cold face. "Why are you so nervous? They continued to prepare for the peace talks. At the very least, he couldn't let the Empire pay too much of a substantial price. Reducing the country's losses as much as possible is what we should do at this stage. "
…
At the same time, in a certain corner of Mo Le.
"The Ministry of Magic is already rotten. They are selling out the country just so that they can live a wealthy life."
"We have to let those monkeys know how powerful we are. Let them know that we are the true masters. "
A fanatical atmosphere gradually rose in the air above Mo Le.
Lin Lecheng of the Pale Imperial Guard was walking on the street when he heard banging sounds coming from a shop. He frowned and saw over ten men with their heads covered holding iron rods, wreaking havoc in the shop. Two yellow-skinned shop assistants were hiding at the side, trembling.
"Find out who your master is."
With a final roar, the masked man rushed out with his iron rod. When he passed by Lin Lecheng, he smashed down with his rod. It was obvious that he wanted to beat Lin Lecheng up while he was at it.
What followed was a clean and neat beating. Over ten men fell to the ground and rolled back and forth, whimpering. As for Lin Lecheng, who was passing by, he had already left and disappeared.
However, this was only the beginning. As the people of the Empire grew more and more dissatisfied with the peace talks, all sorts of demonstrations, demonstrations, and strikes emerged one after another. While this brought great pressure to the diplomatic team, it also led to many other violent incidents.
Incidents of yellow-skinned and black people being attacked increased. There were even several cases of shops not run by the Empire's residents being smashed and robbed.
After twenty years of war, it was not only the people of the Empire who had the blood of others on their hands. Be it the people of Dongmu, the Khantes, or the Atlanteans, their hands were also stained with the blood of the Empire's people.
It had only been five years since the peace treaty was signed, but the people still had not forgotten the hatred and the war. The discrimination, xenophobia, and hatred between the races were still so strong that they could not be resolved.
However, under the insistence of the Ministry of Magic, the peace talks continued. It was just that the semi-open talks had become secret.
Sang Ge and the others were seated in the hall. In front of them, a man wearing a black robe whose face could not be seen clearly walked in slowly.
"You must be Lord Zuo Zhicheng, the Heavenly Snake King?" Sang Ge lowered his head and said, "We welcome you with open arms."
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At the same time, in the high seas of the East Coast, a white streak of light was like a bolt of lightning, darting across the surface of the sea at an extremely fast speed.
If one were to zoom in, one would be able to see the source of the streak of light. It was a human figure moving at high speed.
With each step he took on the surface of the sea, the powerful reaction pushed the figure forward at an extremely fast speed. His feet cut across the surface of the water at high speed, creating splashes that were over ten meters tall.
This was a person. Relying on his great strength, speed, and control, he was running on the surface of the sea. His direction was Europe, the current strongest country in the world, the Holy Will Empire.
The person running was Zuo Qingcang, who the Empire thought was still in Molle.
'I'm still a little slow.'
At the thought of this, many bone spurs darted out from Zuo Qingcang's body. As they trembled intensely, the ends of the bone spurs shot out a large amount of high-speed air currents. With the push of these air currents, Zuo Qingcang's speed increased crazily once again amidst a series of sonic booms.
Jiang Qing had already left the plains. Under Zuo Qingcang's orders, the various influences in Atlantis had also temporarily retracted and laid low.
Although it was a little rushed compared to the plan, Zuo Qingcang did not plan to wait any longer.
The horn for the counterattack was about to sound, and he decided to be the one to fire the first shot.
Peace was never negotiated. It was fought.
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