"What... what do you mean by helping me surrender sovereignty?"
At that moment, Ayesha looked somewhat dazed. She asked the question, unable to react for a while.
"John, Kolax." William merely waved at John and Kolax instead of answering Ayesha's question right away.
"Yes."
The two Primarchs responded in unison at William's signal. Then they stepped onto the golden stairs and walked straight over to Ayesha, who was slumped on the throne.
Although Ayesha stood 1.9 meters tall, she was utterly dwarfed by the two Primarchs, who wore Power Armor and stood nearly three meters high.
More importantly, the aura of pressure radiating from the two Primarchs, steeped in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, caused Ayesha's golden face to gradually turn pale.
William still wore a faint smile as he said, "The first option is to sign an agreement with us and voluntarily become a vassal of our Umbrella.
"The second is to have these two subordinates of mine 'help' you sign the agreement. Which path you take is up to you, High Priestess."
Ayesha finally emerged from her extreme panic. After steadying herself and listening to William's words, her mood plummeted to rock bottom once again.
Surrender sovereignty...
From now on, there would no longer be a Sovereign Empire. There would only be a vassal under Umbrella's command, along with that Earth subsidiary whose civilization level had not even reached one...
What a disgrace./
But what other solution was there? A million fighter craft could not even break through the other side's shields, so how could they possibly talk about engaging them in battle?
The golden face flickered between light and shadow. In the end, Ayesha could only nod dejectedly.
"Fine. I'll sign."
"Very good." Seeing Ayesha lower her head, William had no intention of making things