Hearing this, Dole understood that the two sides had been fighting for many years and had certainly clashed before. He nodded, then said slowly, "This avatar of mine lacks power. It's only an ordinary avatar. Wait ten minutes—I'll bring over the Mystic Corpse Worm avatar."
This avatar was formed from a portion of the Sacred Scarabs. It had only a shell and little power. He kept it in the imperial capital merely for the convenience of reading; it did not possess much strength.
Everyone glanced at him without speaking.
Everyone had avatars, but none as powerful as his.
Once they had settled matters and Dole had learned more about the situation, his brow rose slightly.
The Glory Empire had fought one against two and actually defeated its opponents by relying on that set of fusion energy devices. It was now advancing into the other empires' territories. The expansion of the empire had little to do with him, yet it inexplicably pleased him.
The Light Empire had caused trouble for him before. Now, not only had it failed to beat others, it had been beaten back instead. For some reason, that felt especially festive, so he agreed at once.
The Light Empire would certainly deploy high-level forces. It was only natural for them to go over and show their support. Sending out two peak Level Nines was practically unprecedented for the Glory Empire.
Deploying six Level Nines in one go was an exceptionally rare event for any empire. Dole did not know whether the empire had more Level Nines, but this was undoubtedly a major event.
The common folk were also highly enthusiastic about resisting the two great empires. After all, it meant military merit, noble titles, and future status. But the battlefield was brutal—whether one could return was another matter