The Seraph Chief looked at everyone. "Don't lose heart. You haven't existed for very long yet. As long as you can keep living, the day will come when you can help."
"And the war against the Abyss Empire won't end anytime soon. This war will be measured in hundreds of millions of years. Without an immense stretch of time, the Abyss Empire will never break through the Angel Empire's defenses."
"Besides, our Angel Empire possesses the angel reincarnation pool. All angels who die will be resurrected without limit. Wiping out the Angel Race is almost impossible."
"This war will continue for a very, very long time."
As everyone listened to the Seraph Chief, they gained a new understanding of war for the first time.
They had never imagined that a war could last so long.
Now it seemed that the Independent Alliance, the Primordial World, and the Insect Race had all existed for far too short a time-so short that neither the Angel Empire nor the Abyss Empire had ever considered them enemies.
They were merely pawns the Two Great Empires toyed with for amusement.
For a moment, the restless heart of the Demon Emperor settled down.
"All right, enough idle talk. I told you these truths so you would understand that you should abandon any ulterior schemes. Rather than thinking about how to defeat the Angel Empire, think about how to improve your cultivation."
"The Angel Empire will provide you with shelter. We have only one demand: we hope that someday, you will be of use."
"Our angel council believes that every race has its own potential. We will develop that potential in you, hoping only for a pleasant surprise in the future."
The Demon Emperor's mind had settled, and he had accepted this reality.
The others felt the