Countdown to the Global Conference: 59 minutes, 30 seconds
"Lord Andrew, will the Creators backing you really attend this conference too? How many of them came? How many are Fifth Order?"
The enormous conference hall, which held nearly six hundred thousand people, buzzed with voices.
In the elevated seats reminiscent of the Ancient Roman Senate, three fugitives disguised as North American Fourth Orders kept glancing at the sky before finally asking Andrew, who held a scepter, in hushed voices.
Compared with Andrew, who now stood high above everyone and looked down on them all, even the once-arrogant "Gods" had to bow their heads.
"The Creator Alliance will naturally send an inspection team, but probably only after we've unified."
"What exactly are you afraid of?"
Andrew frowned slightly. A smile remained on his face, but his gaze turned cold as he swept it over the fugitives gathered around him.
If the fugitives hadn't possessed considerable information about Doomsday and spent years establishing deep roots among humanity, he wouldn't have bothered with this bunch of trash.
Yet, for some reason, he kept feeling that these fugitives were far too worried.
"Lord Andrew, it's not that we're afraid of anything. We're mainly worried that Lin An will react! You know how sinister and cunning that brat is. He might be planning to sabotage this conference!"
"According to our agreement, the condition of our cooperation is that you guarantee we won't-"
"React? Sabotage?"
Without giving the fugitives a chance to finish, Andrew sneered and cut them off.
"Enough of this nonsense."
"You're just worried Lin An will show up here, aren't you? Worried he'll attack you!"
"Rest assured. Since I gave you my word, I'll guarantee your safety!"
"Besides, do you really think Lin An would dare show up here?"
"If he dares come,