The Pharaoh Temple meeting of the Minghe Empire was said to be an internal decision-making conference where any of the top ten Pharaoh Kings could speak freely. In reality, however, the true decision-making power rested solely with the first three Pharaoh Kings.
The Third Pharaoh King's authority to make decisions was also the result of the First Pharaoh King deliberately delegating power.
If time were pushed back another hundred or two hundred thousand years, the entire Minghe Empire would have had only one voice—the divine decree of the First Pharaoh King.
Whether it was the Monster Legion or the imperial royal family, all followed the First Pharaoh King's lead.
Although the Tenth Pharaoh King's statement drew opposition from the Fifth and Seventh Pharaoh Kings,
the Fourth and Ninth Pharaoh Kings remained neutral, neither agreeing nor objecting.
In the end, everyone looked toward the Second Pharaoh King.
The Second Pharaoh King's clouded eyes first gazed for a while into the depths of the starry sky beyond the Pharaoh Temple, then fell upon the Tenth Pharaoh King. "Then we shall do as you suggest. We can try making contact with the Galente Federation."
"The Galente Federation is, after all, a Top-Level Civilization that possesses means capable of breaking the balance of the Star Realm. Respecting one's enemy is also respecting oneself." With a profoundly wise gaze, the Second Pharaoh King looked at the Fourth, Fifth, Seventh, and Ninth Pharaoh Kings.
The four Pharaoh Kings possessing Level-8 strength all slightly lowered their bodies before the Second Pharaoh King's words of wisdom.
Only the Tenth Pharaoh King smiled at the sight. "Since I was the one who proposed this, I'll make the trip when the time comes."
"The same goes if we send troops against the Wizard Civilization. When that time comes, I can