Great Xia's official liaison was named Li Baitian. He was in his early thirties, wore a dark blue uniform, and had thin-rimmed glasses.
He spoke clearly and logically, never panicked before the representatives of the various races, and handled matters with composure.
When the four pushed open his office door, Li Baitian was staring at his computer, motionless.
He had just received the latest news from the front.
"Mr. Li." Waldolong entered and got straight to the point:
"We'd like to know... how is the war on Terra going?"
Li Baitian glanced at the four of them, then rose with a smile, took off his glasses, and set them on the desk.
"Don't worry, everyone. We... won!"
The room instantly fell silent, as though even the air had frozen for three seconds.
"...What?" Woken's voice was a little hoarse with disbelief.
"The battle is over," Li Baitian repeated.
"The Demon Clan's Eighth-Order Demon God was killed on the spot!"
"Our Allied Army wiped out over ten million troops of the Demon Clan Army."
Clatter!
Bagel's mouth hung open, giving off the smell of alcohol.
The Holy Human Race representative's lips trembled slightly.
"...The Demon God was killed?"
"Yes." Li Baitian nodded.
"The Eighth-Order Demon God?"
"Yes."
Waldolong: "!!!"
Bagel: "!!!"
Woken: "!!!"
How was that possible?!
A hundred years ago, Terra had gathered its strongest high-order forces. Even several Seventh-Order Experts working together had barely managed to drive the Demon God back.
The price had been utterly devastating. It was the closest Terra had ever come to destruction.
Now, with more than half of Terra's high-order forces lost, they had actually killed the Demon God?
"H-how on earth did they do it?" Even Bagel's voice changed pitch.
Li Baitian pressed his lips together and shook his head.
"The specific details