Leave Them Hanging

The giants of Parliament and the Military were discussing all sorts of details.

The communicator Lu Qingxian had placed on the table began to beep.

He picked it up and looked. "It's from Morris!"

Everyone understood. That Earth Tree Race Expert must have recovered.

Lu Qingxian and the assembled giants immediately rose and went to an open area at one side of the meeting room.

They connected the communicator.

Soon, Morris's virtual image appeared before them.

"Lord Envoy!"

Although they had cursed Morris a thousand times in their hearts, Lu Qingxian and the other giants were still perfectly respectful in front of him. ✹

"My subordinates were picked off one by one by the Shadow Emperor and the Soul Race using special methods."

Morris, who had already regained his composure, tried to keep his tone as calm and even as possible.

"H-how is that possible?"

Lu Qingxian and the other giants were all dumbstruck, as if they had only just learned the result.

"Barring any surprises, those subordinates of mine have all had their consciousness erased by the Soul Race and been converted into their hosts."

Morris said, "Although they'll need time to fully control my subordinates' bodies and repair their injuries, even in a heavily wounded state, they're still strong enough to force their way into the Parliament and Military headquarters buildings."

"So, if you have anything important to discuss, it would be best to hold it through virtual meetings. Don't gather together."

The unspoken meaning of those words was obvious: as long as the giants of the Human Federation did not gather in one place, they would not all be wiped out in one stroke.

That way, at most, one or two of them would be killed by the Soul Race.

When it came to brains, although Morris