"All conscripted Venerables, assemble!"
A single email went out, reaching all 3,000 conscripted Venerables. This time, they would assemble not in the Virtual Universe, but in the Primal Universe.
"It's starting!"
"Haha, it's finally starting! We can slaughter those alien bastards again."
"This is a great deal. Not only do we contribute to winning territory for our race, but all the spoils from killing those alien bastards belong to us. The race even gave us two Supreme Treasures. If I'm lucky enough to pick up some spoils on top of those treasures, I'll make a fortune!"
"Heh, have you considered that you might die? A hundred years of chaotic fighting-the casualty rate will probably be pretty high."
"So what if I die? Resurrection is free anyway. Losing the Supreme Treasures would hurt, sure, but they were free in the first place. I can live with that."
"True. Since the race will resurrect us for free, I don't mind either. I can throw myself wholeheartedly into fighting those Demon Race and Machine Race bastards."
"Heh, I've grown a lot stronger over the past few million eras. Those alien bastards had better watch out."
"The only annoying part is having to team up with the Zerg Mother Emperors. Fighting alongside aliens really rubs me the wrong way."
"There's no choice. Without teaming up with the Zerg, the Venerables of all four races would be fighting each other in one huge free-for-all. Even the Universe Masters would have trouble managing that. This arrangement is a compromise."
"Why waste so much breath? Just get ready to kill aliens!"
With the war about to begin, every Venerable's blood boiled, flames blazing in their eyes.
They had already lived for unimaginably long stretches of time, and even if they died, they would be resurrected. Over those