"Have you thought it through? Are you sure you want to tear all pretense of peace with the Angel Race now? Even if we win this battle, it may drag the human race down. The War of the Myriad Races will still be followed by the Second Tier War and the Third Tier War. That Fallen Angel Legion advancing on the Titan Race might also turn around and pull a feigned-route attack..."
The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the temporary command headquarters dropped to freezing point.
Xu Kun was mobilizing the human race's entire foundation this time. It was tantamount to gambling the fate of the race on a single battle.
But was there really any point in launching a war on such a scale?
That was a question worth considering.
If the Angel Race had marched east in full force and invaded the human race, then such fanfare in self-defense would naturally be beyond reproach. Yet the thirty-six Heavenly Kingdom Guard divisions were merely stationed on the west bank of the Heavenly Reaching River and had not crossed the Thunder Pool by a single step.
I'm just watching you quietly. What exactly do you plan to do?
The result of this was naturally immense pressure upon the human race's western border. It was only normal to organize civilians to move eastward and guard against a war breaking out at any moment. But taking the initiative to start a war, especially challenging a superior opponent, did not seem particularly wise.
Xu Kun remained silent as the other party continued, "If you truly intend to fight, then the best time would be after the two royal races have fallen into a stalemate. What do you think?"
These were the seasoned words and advice of someone who had been