When that sentence was spoken, the Holy Seat was in an uproar.

"Full strength?" The Bloody Lord's tone was icy. "What do you mean by full strength?"

"The literal meaning," Once he started, Hexode found himself relaxing instead, "Abandon those cities that have exhausted their God's Stone mines, cede most of the land to the Sky-Sea Realm, and then invest all our forces into the Dawn Realm. Not ten times the current plan, but everything—including the existing and the newborn, one after another, until the humans are annihilated."

"Insolence!"

"Is it...mad?"

"Where will the millions of people in those cities go?"

"Although the letter didn't say, I think it should be the Fertile Plains—it's vast enough to accommodate all the immigrants," the Lord of the Sky replied.

"This isn't moving ants," Mask was amused by the anger, "The Tower of Genesis can't be moved. Is it suicide to move them there? Besides, we only have one chance to erect a new tower after the Red Moon descends. It would be nice to build it in Taqila, but the problem is, your talented general has already given away the Fertile Plains. Isn't it too late to say this now?"

It wasn't that it wanted to abandon Taqila, Hexode thought expressionlessly. The so-called backup plan was just a helpless choice under limited military strength, and it was the supreme King who rejected the request for reinforcements. Of course, it would never harbor any dissent towards the King because of this. This small complaint was merely instinct.

Yes, instinct.

"If we consider it according to this line of thinking, it's not to say it's impossible," it paused, "For example, to use the God-Made God—"

"Absolutely not!" Bloody interrupted loudly before it could finish, "That's our only hope for countering the Sky-Sea Realm! Use it to deal with insects? Don't joke around!"

"The God-Made God is the core of the Third War of Divine Will," the King also spoke, "All plans revolve around it. It's impossible to change course because of one person's judgment, even if it's a newly promoted Grand Lord. There's no need to discuss this further."

Since the King had made a decision, it meant that the matter was settled.

Hexode breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, even it itself felt that Ersluk's words were too shocking. If it weren't for that strange feeling in its heart, it wouldn't want to mention the contents of the letter in front of all the Grand Lords, especially Bloody.

In any case, it had fulfilled its duty.

"Also, I think the request for ten times the reinforcements is simply absurd..."

Just as Bloody was about to press his advantage, someone suddenly interrupted his words.

"I think we can't completely ignore Ersluk's warning." The speaker's voice was not loud, but it surprised everyone—it was the Guardian of the Royal City, "Calamity of Silence." Although it was a Grand Lord, it rarely spoke at the Holy Seat Council, and it was usually silent and taciturn, hardly saying anything, just like its title.

At the same time, it was one of the strongest Grand Lords in combat. Unlike "Mask" and "Heart of Abomination," who were not strong enough and had to use clothing to cover up their own defects, Silence was extremely pragmatic. Although its degree of evolution was extremely high, it almost always kept itself in a black suit of armor, even covering its head tightly, as if it didn't care about image or comfort at all.

"Reason?" the King asked succinctly.

"This world... perhaps there are still fragments of inheritance that we don't know about."

The hall stirred again—this sentence was even more surprising than Ersluk's last words!

"How is that possible? There are a total of four fragments. Aren't they determined according to their shape?"

"Could it be that you also think that humans have obtained sublimation through a path we don't know, so we need to deal with it with all our strength?"

"Where did you get this information?"

Everyone questioned.

"No, I don't have any evidence. It's just my own guess," Calamity of Silence said slowly, "I have seen some... incomprehensible scenes in the Realm of the Gods."

"Can you tell us?" Half of the King's eyes looked towards it.

Silence shook its head, "It's difficult to describe in words. Please allow the King and everyone to directly view my memories." Then it bowed its head.

"Then..." The King suddenly opened all its eyes! At that moment, Hexode only felt a tremor throughout his body, and an extremely cold feeling entered his mind, and the resistance and rejection generated by his body also increased to the extreme.

That was the discomfort caused by the forced injection of consciousness.

No, I am absolutely loyal to the King!

The Lord of the Sky forcibly suppressed the instinctive resistance and accepted the consciousness.

Then a series of strange images appeared in front of it, which seemed to be a mixture of countless fearful emotions, which could directly reflect into the depths of the heart through the eyes, making it unable to extricate itself. In these images, there was vaguely mixed a human figure, who stood indifferently not far away, as if he was appreciating its struggle—Hexode knew that these were definitely not simple illusions, and black tentacles representing erosion were frantically attacking "itself". If it didn't find a way to escape, it would be swallowed by the realm of consciousness!

So it escaped, and in a hurry, it broke off a section of the throne's armrest.

The next moment, Hexode suddenly woke up from the other party's memory—in such a short moment, it already felt a chill on its back. The other Grand Lords seemed to feel the same way, and there was a rough gasp in the hall for a while.

At this point, everyone understood the meaning of Calamity of Silence's words.

It is well known that there is some kind of connection between the fragments of inheritance. When using fragments to conduct conscious communication with other races, a price must be paid. Generally speaking, the party that is less involved in the conscious world will pay more. If a witch appeared in the Realm of the Gods, then there was nothing to blame—actively exploring the realm of consciousness and inadvertently stepping into it are completely different things. The latter cannot be used as a measure of strength, especially for witches with thousands of strange abilities.

But unfortunately, the figure was a male.

And human males have never had any signs of using magic in the records of more than a thousand years.

If it is not caused by sublimation, it is difficult to explain this phenomenon.

At the same time, Hexode also understood why the other party had not said this until today—being frightened by a worm that could be crushed by raising a foot and fleeing from the throne, I am afraid that no one would mention it.

It couldn't help but wonder, would the face hidden under the black helmet blush?

It seems that wearing armor all day is not without benefits.

Wait... speaking of which, is it also for this reason that Calamity of Silence asked the King to replace the Guardian?

Sure enough, soon a Grand Lord looked towards it, "Lord of the Sky, could it be that you also—"

"No, although I have entered the Realm of the Gods several times, I have not seen any anomalies," Hexode quickly straightened his chest and said, "If I had, I would definitely report to the King as soon as possible. Besides, with my understanding of the realm of consciousness, maybe the situation would only be the other way around."

After saying that, it felt a cold glance from Calamity of Silence.

"Interesting," At this time, a clear and melodious voice entered everyone's ears.

"Nightmare," who was sitting at the head of the nine and wearing a white robe, finally ended the closed-eyed meditation state he had maintained since the beginning and slowly opened the third eye on his forehead.