Meanwhile, the Many-Head King and the Abyss King began seeking help from the Abyss Empire's Ghoul Clan.
"Honored Envoy, the Primordial World is attacking the Many-Head Abyss! Please send reinforcements to support us! If this continues, both our worlds will be destroyed."
"Their invasion of the Many-Head Abyss shows disrespect for the Abyss Empire. Shouldn't you put pressure on them and punish them?"
The envoy from the Ghoul Clan remained calm. "I told you before that we needed to establish a Ghoul Nest in the Many-Head Abyss, but you refused."
"Now we have no troops available to reinforce you. You're too far away. How could we possibly muster troops in time?"
"Hold out a little longer. Once our main force moves here, the Primordial World won't be able to withstand it."
The Many-Head King and the Abyss King looked embarrassed. They knew what establishing a Ghoul Nest meant, and they had been trying to avoid falling under the Ghouls' control.
Now it seemed their hopes would come to nothing. Without support from the Ghouls, they had no way to stop those armies of Mechanical Puppets.
Who could have imagined that the Demon Emperor's technology would advance so quickly? It had already surpassed theirs completely.
They were clearly a race of cultivators, yet they were pouring their efforts into developing technology. It made no sense at all!
Although the Many-Head King and the Abyss King pleaded again and again, the Ghoul envoy would not budge.
In the end, the two shook their heads helplessly. "We agree to establish a Ghoul Nest. Honored Envoy, please muster troops as quickly as possible, or the Many-Head Abyss will fall very soon."
The Ghoul envoy's face was stern. "Foolish Many-Head King, Abyss King, there is only one thing you must do now: move your races