Director Luo curled his lips. He had not expected Demon Emperor Daochen to be so insatiably greedy, swallowing so many resources all by himself without letting a single bit go.
Still, Director Luo said little more. The Primordial World was at its peak, its development gathering tremendous momentum. It was a powerful force under his Spacetime Administration and an important bargaining chip against the Spacetime Empire.
Giving them a few minor privileges was acceptable.
"Mm, if you don't understand, Your Majesty, then so be it. I was merely reminding you not to be too greedy sometimes. When you eat the meat, you should at least let everyone else have a sip of the broth!"
Demon Emperor Daochen smiled faintly. "Director Luo, now that you mention it, we dealt with a great many Dark Beasts in the Ocean World and indirectly forced the Dark Beasts in two other great worlds to retreat of their own accord. That's no small contribution!"
He looked at Director Luo with burning eyes. They were on the battlefield, after all, and Director Luo had promised rewards for major victories.
Director Luo fell silent for a moment. "Mm, the Primordial World's contribution is considerable. Leaving everything else aside, driving back and eliminating the Dark Beasts alone has greatly demonstrated our Spacetime Great World's confidence and might."
"Since we've brought it up, I have some thoughts of my own that I'd like to discuss with you, Your Majesty. As you know, our policy has always been for each spacetime great world to defend a separate line."
"If we wanted you to open up a battlefield on your own, would you be interested, Your Majesty?"
Demon Emperor Daochen raised an eyebrow. He had noticed one key word: battlefield.
They were not being asked to defend a line, but to