April 25, early morning.
The sky was dim, and dark clouds blanketed it.
The highest seat of power in the capital of Great Xia Nation.
The president was meeting with the European Alliance's plenipotentiary ambassador to Great Xia.
"Great Xia has an old saying: when the lips are gone, the teeth will feel the cold. As a great power, your nation has a duty to shoulder the responsibility for humanity's survival. If the European Alliance falls, no one will have an easy time of it. We need you to exert pressure on the north," the European Alliance ambassador said in a solemn, low voice.
The European Alliance's situation was far from good.
Central Asia had been occupied by a powerful Savage God called the God of Light. Its power was terrifying, and that region had already possessed a strong religious atmosphere. After the God of Light appeared, it had seamlessly replaced the original faith.
The European Alliance was struggling badly to cope. It was retreating step by step, suffering heavy casualties. By now, seven or eight member states had already been devoured, and they could only barely hold the situation together.
Looking at their neighbors, aside from the United States, which lay across the sea, only Great Xia still had strength to spare.
There was no helping it. Great Xia had too many people and abundant resources. Before the mutations, it had also been the world's largest industrial nation. Population and industry were a nation's war potential.
"Great Xia is a developing country. Our economy is still very backward," the president said out of habit. Under the European Alliance ambassador's impatient gaze, he immediately changed the subject and sighed:
"It's not that we don't want to provide support. We truly lack the strength. You should know that we're about to