Sub-plane.
Inside the council hall of the Evil God Faction's pope.
"Zhao Zixiao is requesting peace talks."
"Haha, I never expected him to choose surrender."
"Could it be a trick?"
"Our army has already surrounded him completely."
"How could he trick us?"
"Reject him. Break through the territory directly."
"No, I don't think that would work. If we wipe out all of Fang Yuan's people, we'll face fierce resistance in the Central Continent and Gandor."
"But if we let even Zhao Zixiao go and sign an alliance with him..."
"Then those wavering lords in the Central Continent won't bind themselves to Fang Yuan. Like Zhao Zixiao, they'll surrender to us in time."
"That makes sense."
"Then send word to the front line. Accept Zhao Zixiao's request."
"At the same time, announce this to the Blue Star Lords."
"We must tell everyone that Fang Yuan's defeat is already certain."
"Once Zhao Zixiao surrenders, the West Coast Plains will be ours for the taking."
"Then we should discuss how to take Gandor next."
"Judging from the current situation, Fang Yuan's forces are certainly tied down in the Central Continent around Lamo City."
"Proceed according to plan. Send troops from the West Coast, the Central Continent, and Gandor simultaneously."
"Surround Gandor from three sides and flatten it in one stroke."
"Good!"
"Everyone, the first battle will decide the war."
"It's time to bring out the items bestowed by the gods that everyone has in their hands."
"Of course!"
"Good. Send the order. The entire army advances."
"Attack Gandor!"
West Coast Plains.
Zhao Zixiao's main city.
"I'm a representative sent by the Sea God."
"Alliance Leader Zhao, the popes have agreed to your conditions."
"You and the lords of the alliance under your command are free now."
Zhao Zixiao's lips curled into a faint