America.
Blinding white light shone across the rectangular conference table. Two figures sat in the meeting room, solemn-faced as they stared at each other.
"Michael, since you took over America... this is the first time we've met." Raging Sea Lord looked at the Lord of Light.
That simple sentence revealed the relationship between the two.
They had met in private before. Raging Sea Lord had thought highly of the Lord of Light, and Michael had nearly gone to the British Empire. Unfortunately, it had fallen through in the end. Otherwise, none of this would be happening now.
"Harry, you look far more haggard than before. Are you worried about Xia Kingdom?" Michael smiled faintly, though his gaze remained sharp.
Yes.
News of Xia Kingdom's Yang God Lord aiding the British Empire had caused an enormous uproar. Bear Country and America had naturally received the news at once.
When the news arrived, America's entire upper echelon had been stunned by Yang God Lord killing someone right in the conference room.
Since when had Xia Kingdom acted so brazenly?
Yang God Lord had always been a humanoid weapon of mass destruction, yet he had concealed himself beneath a refined and gentle exterior.
Well, damn. He wasn't even pretending anymore?
Xia Kingdom had no idea that, after hearing the news, the upper echelons of all three nations had suffered nightmares for several nights in a row.
"Since you've already heard, I won't waste my breath."
Raging Sea Lord looked into the Lord of Light's eyes, his expression dark. "I'll be blunt. Xia Kingdom has long since slipped out of control. Yang God Lord is only at Adamantine Ninth Order, yet he is already so arrogant that he does not take our three nations seriously. If he truly enters the Divine Moon Realm, wouldn't