At Antonio's words, the many seventh- and eighth-level experts of the East Ring Empire all moved closer to the Glory Wizard Alliance.
Shallow Moon Patriarch's heart sank. It was now three against one—the disadvantage was enormous.
Especially the Light Holy See's Oracle Light Judgment; its power was simply too great.
After some thought, he decided to take a roundabout approach. "Fine. An inspection is possible, but not here. I do not feel at ease here. Any fortress within the Glory Empire will do. If you refuse this condition, then we will go to war. Dole is an outstanding young man of our human race. I will not let him take any risks."
At that moment, the people of the Dark Holy See seemed to receive some news, and their expressions changed. The people of the Light Holy See changed expression as well, while the East Ring Empire's faces turned even uglier.
As the battle ended and the surrounding laws began to recover, the transmission of information everywhere finally returned to normal.
The four words "Evil God Descends" reached the ears of every high-ranking figure.
The Dark Holy See was in internal chaos, with all manner of factions standing tall. This time, even more evil gods had descended. Two evil gods had appeared, sacrificing the populations of two entire cities, and had nearly descended in full.
Gabriel, Antonio, and Ferdinand exchanged glances. Then, as though by prior agreement, they gathered their forces and anxiously flew toward their respective empires.
This sudden development left the Glory Wizard Alliance utterly baffled, and more than a little surprised.
What had happened? What was going on?
Then Vasili suddenly said, "They do not have the means for long-range voice transmission. They probably still do not know about the outbreak of the evil gods. They must