Inside Furnace Fortress's conference room, there was dead silence, the atmosphere as oppressive as the gloomy sky outside.
Mu Lei sat in the seat of honor. The hall held the generals of the five great legions, along with Purple-Wing, Thunder-Wielding, and Wind Forest, the three Emperors. Silard sat below Mu Lei, his expression equally grave.
"The matter has already happened. Tell me what you think!"
Mu Lei held a pipe in his hand, slowly packing it with tobacco. His movements were unhurried, yet his gaze remained fixed on his hands.
Asna, commander of the Fierce Sword Legion, slapped the table. The scarred corner of his brow rose like a blade as he roared, "What is there to discuss? We go to war! We now have the five great legions, over a hundred thousand mechs, and fifteen super starships. Flattening Red Rock Continent and wiping out Tianli Sect would be no difficult task!"
Fret, commander of the Mad Wolf Legion, said in a booming voice:
"I think Asna is right. We should strike while their alliance has yet to form and resolve them in one stroke. Once their alliance is established, it will be extremely disadvantageous to us!"
Mandero of the Black Wind Legion, Mo Ye Naji of the Red Calamity Legion, and Gray of the Rock Shield Legion said nothing. Their gazes were heavy, and neither man's impassioned words drew much reaction from them.
Smack!
Mu Lei finally finished packing his pipe and flicked on his lighter. With the soft clicking sound of him lighting it, the rich scent of tobacco, mingled with orchids and fruit wine, immediately spread through the conference hall.
Within the pipe, the crimson fire flickered on and off. Thick smoke billowed out, veiling even his face.
The hall was terrifyingly quiet. Everyone watched Mu Lei,