"It seemed Golden Dawn really was operating behind this."
In the Unified Bureau's Central Decision Room, the scrying observations relayed from the Bronze Eye were being presented. The Present Realm's upper echelons, gathered here to witness everything, spoke in hushed voices.
There were not only departments from the Astronomical Society, but also commissioners from the Five Powers and envoys from the Five Great Lineages.
The Egyptian commissioner, who had calmly entered a state of self-isolation, was wearing two hats. He was still coordinating with the helpless-looking Unified Bureau commissioner beside him, signing agreement after agreement.
Egypt had entered single-player mode long ago.
No one knew what agreement the Pharaoh had reached when he met with the Silencer's Stele, but the fact that the Pioneer Society had actually approved his proposal was outrageous.
Still, what needed to be done had to be done. Across one-sixth of the Hell Defense Line, Egypt's forces had already spread throughout the Golden Desert.
According to the Unified Bureau's observations, they had even moved a third of the Pharaoh's Royal Tomb there. It was practically impregnable. Even if Destruction Factor · Apophis slammed into it head-on, there would be no problem.
If anyone was going to die, the Pharaoh would die first. They had put their ancestral tombs on the line. What more could anyone ask of them? Were they even human?
They had invested more than twice the resources of the other lineages in exchange for this ironclad defensive line. In return, the Unified Bureau was not to meddle in the affairs within the Egyptian Lineage and its territory.
Naturally, the Pharaoh had his reasons for doing so.
There was nothing surprising or noteworthy about it—other major lineages had more or less made similar conditions and exchanges. East Xia had its dragon veins, the Russian