"Hmph. It's not impossible if you want peace, but you must agree to several conditions laid out by the Western Heaven God Kingdom. Only then will we withdraw our troops and make concessions," Gala Wa snorted, countering move for move.
God Kingdoms sometimes haggled with each other, much like buying vegetables at a market, except the interests and disputes involved were far greater.
The fact that he could say such things proved there was still room for negotiation. Colossal entities like God Kingdoms would not go to war unless absolutely necessary, because neither side could afford to lose.
The Iron Bone Marshal said coolly, "What conditions does your country have?"
"Our conditions are simple. First, hand over all the culprits involved for us to deal with, including every living being in the Storm Star System, especially the chief offender named Fan Lang. Second, cede the Storm Star System and the territory within six hundred and fifty-five light mu around it to us completely, redrawing the border between our nations. Third, compensate us with ten billion Cosmic Coins. Meet these three conditions, and we will withdraw." Gala Wa listed three conditions in succession.
"You want people, territory, and money. The Western Heaven God Kingdom's appetite is far too great. This is more than merely asking an exorbitant price—it is a snake trying to swallow an elephant! No one would agree to such outrageous demands. If you truly have sincerity, then change your conditions, and only then will we consider them. Don't think that having a large army pressing the border can intimidate the Aurora God Kingdom. Since its founding, our nation has fought countless wars, large and small. We cannot be frightened by the likes of you."
"Before we marched out, His Majesty made it very clear. He personally set these