"Believe me, Amilo!"
"That guy is at most at Planet Destroyer Level! If we all join forces, that stupid dragon and that Old Man Black Emperor won't be our opponents!!"
Outside the fortress, chaotic lights and auras glittered across the battlefield like searchlights of every color, striking the pitch-black, slowly moving iron curtain of Black Lock.
Under the sky, projections of more than ten massive Planet Destroyer Level powerhouses watched the Flame Giant Troll in the center speak passionately, as if attending a gathering.
"I guarantee it! My information can't be wrong!"
"I'll join in too! If the information is wrong, why would I risk myself!?"
Whether it was a racial habit or not, the Flame Giant Troll roared as he spoke. Flames poured from his mouth like lava, scorching hole after hole into the ground.
Yet despite the Flame Giant Troll's repeated assurances, the other nine Planet Destroyer Levels around him remained unmoved.
Or rather, everyone was waiting for another Fifth Order to respond.
"Join forces? Planet Destroyer Level?"
"Guer Red Demon, your promise means nothing. Even if you personally participate in the battle, what would that prove? That your information is correct?"
With a cold laugh, the War Emperor Amilo—the strongest among the many Planet Destroyer Levels, faintly recognized as such—mocked him without the slightest courtesy. His entire body was covered in Azure Battle Armor, and his face was hidden beneath an iron helmet with a single horn.
He looked at Guer Red Demon, whose pair of fiery giant eyes glared at him, and merely stood there with his arms folded, calm as could be, as if he did not care about provoking him in the slightest.
"Facts have already proven that the combat power displayed by that 'Star Shattering Level' powerhouse is problematic."
"All the scouts you