"Wait a minute, this matter needs further consideration and discussion." Brook stopped Torres, thought for a moment, and said, "Since His Alexander has chosen to stay in the [ Land of Exile ], it means there are more important matters there that he needs to accomplish. Fernando, please explain the specific situation in the [ Land of Exile ]. His Majesty has sent you back first; there must be some arrangement."
"That's true, I'm so sorry, I almost forgot."
Torres slapped his forehead, breaking out in a cold sweat. He had almost messed up something important. His personality was usually quite calm and meticulous, but he would get flustered when faced with important matters. Only now did he calm down and take out the various arrangements and letters that His Majesty the King had made before his departure, and handed them to the two giants, Brook and Best.
Bathed in the soft glow of the orange magical lights, the secret sanctuary was utterly silent.
About half an hour later, Best and Brook finished reading His Majesty the King's letter. They both breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged glances, and saw the solemnity and joy in each other's eyes.
"This time, His Majesty the King has grand ambitions!"
"According to King Majesty's plan, if the Behemoth Orc Clan into the Empire's fold, then this race, which possesses hundreds of Demigod- level powerhouses and may even have True God- level powerhouses, would be enough to help Zenit sweep across the Northern Region. I'm afraid even the Barcelos would not return alive. The only problem at present is that, in terms of time, it seems that there is not enough time."
"We need to buy His King time; we must hold out until the day he returns."
"If all else fails, we must ask Batistuta and other experts from the [ Black-Robed Holy Temple ] to go to the capital to support the royal family. Although the rest of the Chambord City army is elite, their numbers are limited, and without Extreme Dao experts, they cannot truly threaten the Barcelona army."
"It's a real pity that His King left behind five hundred Mithril War Golems before he left. They can only accept simple combat commands and guard Chambord City, and cannot go to the capital. Otherwise, with these five hundred war machines, we might have been able to defeat the Barcelona people."
"But I wonder how Professors Cain and Akara are progressing on Anzhi Du's side. In a moment, I'll dispatch Prince Inzaghi to the Anzhi Du Imperial Palace to convey King Majesty's instructions to the two professors as quickly as possible. Also, the arsenal in [ Sky City ], and Lord Charsi's team, it seems they'll have to work overtime too. To establish a connection to the Teleport station leading to [ Land of Exile ] for large-scale orc transport, at least five thousand ultra-long-distance Teleport stations are needed, and they must be the simplified Teleport improved by [ Madman's Laboratory ]!"
"Yes, it's urgent, we need to get started."
Best and Brook held an emergency discussion and quickly came up with a detailed plan. After carefully reviewing it and confirming that it was correct, Brook left in a hurry. The state machinery of Chambord City started to rumble rapidly, and thousands of officials and soldiers, as well as various secret departments in the country, began to operate in an orderly and rapid manner.
Best then unfurled a magical recording scroll, meticulously detailing the situation facing the Zenit Empire and Chambord City. After repeatedly confirming and supplementing it, he sealed the scroll and handed it to Torres, saying, "The matter is urgent. You and the Behemoth Beastmen must return to the [ Land of Exile ] immediately and deliver this recording scroll to His Majesty for his decision. Also, tell His Majesty to rest assured that within twenty days, we will definitely be able to prepare all the necessary conditions for the Behemoth Beastmen' migration."
"Your Excellency, please take care."
Torres turned and walked away.
Upon returning to Chambord City, he didn't even have time to go home, see his parents and relatives, or even have a hot meal. He and several powerful Behemoth Beastmen transformed into streaks of light and disappeared into the vast, Endless Forest Sea behind Chambord.
Only after Torres left did Best seem to realize something. Best slapped his forehead and muttered, "Damn it, I'm so busy! Those orc warriors around Fernando seem quite strong. I should have kept them as free Enforcer. Hehe, it would be even better if one of them died fighting the Barcelona people. Haha, once the two sides become mortal enemies, they'll fight to the death without Chambord City's meddling. What a mistake, Fifteen!"
The old man is really cunning.
The five or six powerful Orc Clan who had followed Torres back to the [ Land of Exile ] all shivered and sneezed in unison at that moment.
Diablo, the Divine Domain World beyond the purple Teleport.
Sun Fei kept his eyes tightly closed, still lost in that mysterious state, completely unaware of how much time had passed or what was happening in the outside world.
Pale yellow Power of Faith gathered from the endless void in all directions, growing increasingly dense, enveloping Sun Fei like silkworm silk, forming a huge, shimmering pupa of silver and egg yolk, and expanding and contracting like the heart of Giant.
The luminous pupa enveloping Sun Fei contracted, expanded, and vibrated with each contraction and expansion, as if completing a long and wondrous cycle, releasing an invisible yet vast power. The entire Divine Domain World was slowly changing.
More than twenty days have passed since Sun Fei entered this state.
At this moment, in the Divine Domain Great World, the green mountains are still verdant, the grasslands are still vast, the waters are still swift, and the beasts are still active. However, there is an indescribable atmosphere. If this world previously gave people the feeling of being beautiful and holy, devoid of any human touch, and only to be admired from afar, then now, the world seems to have gained a touch of human warmth, making it feel like a truly living world that living people could inhabit.
Perhaps this is what the mysterious voice meant by "refining".
As time goes by, the Power of Faith, which gathers from all directions and transcends time and space, seems to be growing stronger and more vast.
The reason is simple.
On the one hand, as the Barcelona invaded Zenit, committing widespread burning, killing, looting, and genocide, the situation became increasingly dangerous. As a result, more and more Zenit poor people joined the ranks of those praying for the appearance of the Empire-Protecting Martial Saint of the Empire to turn the tide—after all, His Majesty the King had appeared and saved the day many times before, and the Power of Faith countless citizens, offered with all their hearts, surpassed that of any previous period.
On the other hand, as the Dark Demon Armor Bastürk and other war puppets like [ Number One ] rescued the orcs suffering in the [ Land of Exile ], and widely proclaimed His Majesty the King's benevolence and greatness, and as rumors spread that Sun Fei was the reincarnation of the God of War Rexxar, the number of Behemoth Beastmen who believed in Sun Fei also increased.
"Hmm, judging from this, it seems Alexander can refine the Divine Domain World ahead of schedule!"
That mysterious voice echoed throughout the Divine Domain World.
Of course, Sun Fei, who was in a critical situation, couldn't hear these words.
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