Planet Amethyst.
Under the incandescent lights, a long silence fell over the technologically advanced conference hall.
The high-ranking officials of the Military Control Committee fell silent, their eyes filled with complex emotions as they looked at Lancelot and Logo.
The relationship between the Earth Guardian, the Child of Destiny, the World Destroyer, the Primordial Evil God, the Ashes, and the Guta Federation...
Any news item that would be explosive if thrown out at random was now bombarding their minds like it was free.
The phrase "utterly chaotic" perfectly describes the current state of the Alliance Military Control Committee.
After a long silence, Crimson Alliance Leader Tarlov finally spoke, "How did you obtain this information? Can you provide concrete evidence?"
"The gray haze power that Lancelot and I defeated today is the best evidence. Those Pillar of the Nation should be able to sense that extremely evil power, right?" Logo turned to look at Eusius, Maxwell, and the others, Tarlov also looked over.
Meeting Tarlov's gaze, Maxwell sighed and nodded slightly. "That haze power is indeed unprecedentedly evil, and..."
"And I, the old man, can testify!" The aged yet powerful voice suddenly rang out, and the Fate Defier Sid appeared out of thin air on the seat, as if he had always been sitting there.
Standing beside Sid was another person, none other than Elven's disciple, Hefeisi.
This wasn't a clone of Hefeisi's power, but rather a magical projection he made using one of his subordinates.
Contact Sid beforehand to avoid misunderstandings during their formal meeting.
It's worth mentioning that Sid was the first to find Hefeisi's subordinates, which was clearly guided by a prophecy. The professional skills of the strongest diviner in the plane are indeed formidable.
"These are divination cards left to me by Elven. I couldn't understand their meaning before, until Hefeisi brought me the ' Spear of Destiny,' and then it all became clear..."
As Sid spoke, he waved his hand and placed a crystal-like card in the center of the conference table, making it float and slowly rotate so that everyone could see it.
On the front of the card, surging darkness rises above, dense gray lines descend below, and sandwiched between them is a golden spear, its sharp tip pointing downwards. Behind the spear, malevolent tentacles attempt to pull it into the darkness...
After Logo and Lancelot's previous accounts, the high-ranking members of the Crimson Alliance had a general understanding of the existence of the Primordial Evil God.
Now, seeing the contents of the divination cards, the Spear of Destiny mentioned by Sid, and the testimony of Elven's disciple Hefeisi, the high command of the Military Control Committee finally believed what Lancelot and the other man had said.
"So, the reason our Crimson Alliance suffered this undeserved attack from the Saila Empire is because of you, kid." Maxwell glared at Lancelot, his tone extremely displeased and filled with obvious resentment.
This is understandable, given the immense losses suffered by the Crimson Alliance, which were completely unprepared. If Lancelot had revealed his identity Earth Guardian and the existence of Diorus earlier, the Crimson Alliance could have been better prepared.
Even though they knew Lancelot did this to prevent anyone from coveting his legacy and taking risks, and that they would have done the same, the resentment and anger they felt still rose uncontrollably—it was human nature.
The difference is that although the top brass of the Military Control Committee may have some personal feelings, they can set aside their personal emotions when making judgments, and these feelings do not affect important matters.
This is Lancelot's plan to break through to Demigod and possess peak combat power before making a final showdown. Without his current strength, the Military Control Committee might not just be driven by emotions; things could easily escalate to the point where no one wants to see anything.
As for now?
Who dares to hold Lancelot accountable?
With a sigh, Tarlov said quietly, "Today's conversation should be kept private among us. Don't spread it around, especially regarding Lancelot's identity. The Alliance only needs to remember him as the Champion who saved the day..."
"Um."
"Clear!"
"This is the most appropriate way to do it."
One after another, high-ranking officials spoke and made statements.
Logo and the others watched from the sidelines. Hefeisi's eyes were quite amused, but when he looked at Lancelot, they were filled with fervor.
Having grown up in the Astral Realm, Hefeisi understood better than anyone in the Military Control Committee what the Earth Guardian represented.
"I must befriend this person!" Hefeisi thought to himself.
After reaching a consensus, everyone understood that there was only one task ahead: to do everything possible to expel or kill the Primordial Evil God, Diorus.
No one will abandon the mother plane unless absolutely necessary.
The days of homeless people enduring constant scorn and contempt are not easy.
"I suggest that the Crimson Alliance and the Gendaya Royal Court formally form an alliance and fight together to deal with the increasingly chaotic dimensional situation ahead," Lancelot said, speaking on behalf of Logo.
Eusius narrowed his eyes, not answering Lancelot's suggestion, but instead asking a question, "In your estimation, how long will Diorus remain silent?"
"I'm not sure, but it shouldn't be long. This is an Indestructible System god with extremely strong vitality, making it very difficult to kill," Lancelot answered honestly.
"In that case, our time is very limited. Developing civilization is impossible. We can only desperately cultivate a few top-tier experts. Perhaps, with a stroke of luck, a True God will emerge, and all problems will be solved..."
Eusius's words were not empty rhetoric but quite pertinent, which earned him nods of agreement from everyone present.
As for the True God he mentioned at the end of his speech, no one took it seriously. If God Level beings were so easy to create, they wouldn't have such a prestigious status.
In the entire Prado Universe System, with its thousands of planes, how many True God are there? And 95% of them come from the Astral Realm- level civilizations. It would be extremely difficult for the Elven Plane to produce another True God.
"If we want to cultivate top-tier experts, we must have resources..."
Logo suddenly interjected, looking at Tarlov with a smile, "Your Excellency Alliance Commander, if I said I could help you dispel the Blood Clan' contingency plan left behind in the Titan Fortress, what reward are you prepared to give me?"
Star Moon.
The power of haze surged, enveloping all sorts of evil materials: wriggling black slime worms, living brains, the fur of unknown beasts... piled together, piecing together a bizarre pattern.
The hazy face of Diorus floats back and forth on this eerie pattern; He is calibrating.
After realizing that he had been forced into a dilemma, Diorus considered abandoning some of his forces and retreating.
But He quickly rejected his own idea; the pride of being Primordial God made it difficult for Him to accept the fact that He was being manipulated by a few ants.
Furthermore, if they leave with their strength greatly diminished, they will inevitably be targeted by many ill-intentioned individuals.
The evil of combining a malevolent god with World Destroyer becomes apparent at this point.
Diorus had no close friends, not even those he would die for.
In critical moments, you can't find help without paying a huge price.
Even if you find them, you must be wary of their backstabbing.
In the dark world, such things are not uncommon, but they are also frequently heard of.
Since that's the case, Diorus simply decided not to leave.
He abandoned the caution and composure honed over 30,000 years of experience, proactively switching back to his berserk mode, preparing to continue his plan, devouring the entire Elven Plane to recover his power.
As for the God Level beings who would soon be spying on Him beyond the crystal wall, Diorus chose to seek help to deal with them.
It doesn't matter if you don't have a close friend; as long as you offer a high enough price and sign a strong enough contract beforehand, you can find reliable helpers.