Inside the Lighthouse Battleship's rest compartment.
Neptune looked through the glass at the continent, which had nearly been overrun by Mutated Beasts. In his hand were the latest reports from the Sun Never Sets Empire, Russia, and Japan.
These countries had arrived earlier than they had. Some had even finished exploring a city, and they had openly shared their respective encounters.
"The Sun Never Sets Empire encountered a pack of Mutated Beasts led by a Mutant Mad Lion."
"Russia encountered a pack of Mutated Beasts led by a Mutant Wombat."
"That guy encountered a pack of Mutated Beasts led by a Mutant Kangaroo."
"They were all Second Sequence Mutated Beasts, but the chaotic battle caused by their overwhelming numbers gave them quite a bit of trouble."
"However, no one died, which means both sides were wary of each other and did not fully erupt into war."
"Still, we cannot underestimate those beasts."
Though he said that, Neptune's gaze held little wariness—only disdain.
The Mutated Beasts feared the First Sequence powers such as Knight King, the Elf, and God of Thunder.
They, too, feared that if war broke out against such a massive Beast Tide, although they themselves would not be threatened, the people around them would very likely suffer casualties.
In the end, it was all fear of death.
If they did not want those weaklings to die, why had they brought them along?
Was it merely so their journey would not be so lonely?
Or did they intend to use Australia's resources to help them grow stronger?
Heh.
A meaningless approach.
What could bringing along those weaklings accomplish other than tying their own hands?
Sure enough, even in this new era, Huaxia was the only one truly worthy of Lighthouse's attention.
The role two First Sequence Espers could play