At that moment, Kevin and the others were extremely tense within the Wright Race.
Not long ago, they had come under attack from the Ghouls and the Meida Race.
Fortunately, their vast numbers of Primordial God puppets had allowed them to hold off the attacks, and they were not in too much trouble for the time being.
But everyone had already recognized the danger.
"Lord Envoy, what should we do? Now the Meida Race has joined the Alliance's offensive too. This is a tremendous challenge for us. If they really break through our defenses, the Wright Race could be wiped out."
This was no idle talk.
The fact that Kevin was so nervous already spoke volumes.
Jim Owen's expression was grave. "The Meida Race has no idea what's good for them. Forcing an attack on the Wright Race will only deplete their fighting strength."
"Once our Angel Empire has its hands free, wiping out the Meida Race will be child's play."
Kevin frowned. Saying something like that once or twice was one thing, but a third time meant nothing.
The Angel Empire needed to free its hands-the problem was that it couldn't.
If it really could, how could the western border have fallen into such chaos?
The fact that a mere Two-Winged Angel could come here and throw his weight around was, in itself, an indirect sign of the Angel Empire's decline.
Still, even a starved camel was bigger than a horse. The Angel Empire retained its imposing might.
Just as Kevin and the others were discussing how to deal with the Ghoul Clan's threat, something happened.
A member of the Wright Race hurried over. "Terrible news, Lord Overlord! The Ghoul Clan has broken through the western border and is heading toward the research and development center!"
Kevin's expression changed.