Trap? Bluff? Shalltear?

A stronghold somewhere in the Kingdom.

The Wyrm Dragon Lord was still reporting intelligence from the main battlefield. Its vertical pupils shifted toward the two figures ahead who seemed ready to depart, and its report gradually trailed off.

"Must we act? Do we have a choice?"

The Platinum Dragon Lord lowered his head slightly and looked down at the human figure beside him, dressed in a blue magic robe and wearing a mask. "Yan, I have no problem calling you that, do I?"

"Of course, Lord Char."

Tang Zheng's Shadow Clone nodded politely.

His current disguise was that of one of the Theocracy's hidden Godkin, a Magic Caster named Yan.

"Our Theocracy's strength is limited." Tang Zheng's Shadow Clone continued. "For this operation, we will proceed according to our previous agreement. Lord Char will be in charge, and we will cooperate with all our strength."

The corner of the Platinum Dragon Lord's eye twitched almost imperceptibly.

Over a thousand high-tier Magic Scrolls had been thrown out so freely, as if they cost nothing. It admitted that it had been greatly shocked.

If their positions had been reversed—

The Platinum Dragon Lord believed that the Theocracy's hidden strength could very well have inflicted heavy damage on it directly.

Its assessment of the Slane Theocracy had to be revised. It had guessed that the Theocracy might be hiding considerable strength, but it had never expected it to be this astonishing!

—To be honest.

The Platinum Dragon Lord had never truly wanted to fight the Sorcerer Kingdom from the very beginning. Even the Deep Darkness Dragon Lord and the others from the Six Dragons Alliance had failed.

It would not be foolish enough to clash head-on with the Filth that had descended this time.

Yet it continued pushing this matter forward for three