Chief Aositing was trapped by the Rune Array suddenly released by Lancelot. The Demigod True Dragon were terrified. The strongest of them, a Gold Dragon named Bei'an'er, roared angrily and spewed out dragon breath that was filled with sparks and lightning.
The power of True Dragon's breath increases with the True Dragon's growth. The dragon breath released by Bei'an'er, High-Rank Demigod, is enough to easily destroy an ordinary planet and ignite everything.
However, Lancelot remained unmoved by this attack, merely waving his hand. His Energy Black Hole clone suddenly shot out from his side and rear, blocking the massive and ferocious dragon breath.
The crackling golden-blue arcs of electricity and the scorching flames transformed into pure energy the instant they touched the skin of the Energy Black Hole clone, and were absorbed by the cells.
Before the remaining True Dragon could react, Lancelot's [Teleportation] clone vanished in a flash, ignoring the various defensive barriers released by the True Dragon, and instantly appeared in front of Bei'an'er. He spread his arms and suddenly grabbed Beaner's neck, causing the surrounding space to shake violently, like the churning surface of the sea during a tsunami.
The intense spatial vibrations were transmitted into Bei'an'er's body.
The latter reacted swiftly, energy flowing beneath the scales, and the smaller Ten Thousand Dragon Scale Armor also unleashed their full power. However, the next moment, his gaze suddenly froze.
Where is my power? Where is my power?
The expression on Bei'an'er's face changed drastically. At this moment, she felt all the energy circuits in her body fall into silence, and she could not sense them at all, as if she had run away from home.
Without energy, relying solely on physical strength, it's difficult to shake off the Teleportation clone's control. The slender dragon head swings back and forth, even leaving afterimages, accompanied by a whistling wind, but it has no effect whatsoever, and even looks quite comical.
At that moment, Lancelot's Holy Light light transformed into Purest Holy Light, seemingly ignoring distance as he arrived beside Bei'an'er, radiating light, and then his body began to expand rapidly.
Boom!!
A golden ball of light was born, like a red giant star at the end of its life, expanding rapidly until it filled the limited space in an instant. Streams of golden light, carrying extreme penetrating power and scorching heat, engulfed more than a dozen Demigod True Dragon, including Bei'an'er.
Various protective force fields and energy barriers were swallowed up by the Holy Light, shattered and annihilated. Shockwaves spread out like a hurricane. Due to the constraints of the Finite Space created by Lancelot, the intense energy impacts shuttled back and forth in the narrow area, causing multiple injuries. The Sin-Burning Fire instantly formed a continuous sea of fire, accompanied by Holy Light, filling every corner.
Boom!!
Immediately following the first explosion, a second explosion occurred, and another ball of light appeared, consuming all energy before exploding once more.
In an instant, the already precarious space shattered, transforming into a massive spatial Black Hole. Countless dimensional fragments, like bullets flying everywhere, collided with the Ten Thousand Dragon Scale Armor, producing crisp clanging sounds and exploding into countless translucent fragments.
In the time that followed, energy collapsed, decayed, exploded, then devoured, then exploded again... layer upon layer, rising and falling.
Looking from the outside, it appears as if one sun after another has appeared in the sky, its Radiance shining brightly on the entire planet.
The Tia Empire, the Mages' Council.
The Demigod spellcasters stared at the water mirror before them and fell silent, the atmosphere becoming tense.
Madison witnessed this scene, and with a flash of insight, he seized the opportunity to say, "Gentlemen, the outcome of the battle is already clear. The Sea Dragon Alliance is doomed to defeat, and the situation on Planet Oklo is settled. If we don't act now, the interests of the Tia Empire will surely be harmed once the new order is established!"
Upon hearing this, the spellcasters present were all startled, and their gazes unanimously focused on a thin, elderly man with prominent cheekbones sitting in the main seat.
This man, named Meilun Sherlock, is the current Prime Minister of the Tia Empire and the highest-ranking person present.
However, Meilun Sherlock himself was quite aware of the situation, and Meilun knew his country's circumstances all too well.
He may seem to possess the greatest personal power in the Tia Empire, but when it comes to major policies that concern the Fate of the entire nation, he still needs to consult the entire Mages' Council. Without the approval of the major Mage families, even the prime minister cannot act arbitrarily; otherwise, he could easily receive a "vote of no confidence" and be forced to step down in disgrace.
After observing their expressions for a while, Meilun had a general idea of what the council members were thinking. It seemed that they had all been persuaded by Madison and were ready to fully commit.
Although entering the game now is somewhat late, the weight of the Tia Empire means that as long as they join, they will undoubtedly get a share of the pie.
Of course, even having assessed the situation in Parliament, given Meilun's cunning nature, he wouldn't personally intervene. So he turned to a serious-looking middle-aged man and asked with a smile, "Leinier, what do you think of Madison's words?"
"I agree with His Excellency Madison's view. The Sea Dragon Alliance is not far from its defeat, and it is time for the Empire to step in. Otherwise, we will have to prepare in advance to confront the An Alliance, the Gendaya Royal Court, the Crimson Alliance, and the Radiant Empire. Obviously, our previous preparations were far from sufficient, and... the Guta Federation is launching a fierce attack. It would be a good thing if Planet Oklo could stabilize as soon as possible!" Leinier's words, like his personality, were rigid, serious, sharp, and frank.
He certainly understood the Prime Minister's true intention in bringing him out, but Leinier still spoke his mind without hesitation, acting as a buffer for Meilun.
For someone like Leinier, one is one and two is two. That's why Meilun used him to achieve his own goals, so that he wouldn't lose his prime Radiance and could leave room for maneuver. If things changed in the future, he could throw Leinier out to appease public anger.
With Leinier's groundwork laid, the other members of parliament no longer suppressed their own opinions and expressed their agreement with Madison's views. Of course, there were dissenting voices during this process, but they were quickly drowned out by the larger wave of dissent.
Upon noticing this, a smile appeared in Meilun's eyes, and he then announced ostentatiously, "Very well, since most people agree to declare war on the Sea Dragon Alliance, then send strongmen and naval forces to join the battle, help the Crimson Alliance, wipe out the evil races of the Whirlpool Sea, and uphold justice!"
"Yes!"
All the spellcasters stood up at the same time, then left the venue and began to get busy.
The ancient yet profound war machine of the Tia Empire began to rumble and roar.
Located in the southeast of the Tia Empire, there is a vast archipelago. These islands, along with some of the southeastern territory of the continent, constitute the newly emerging imperial power of the "Southeast Trade City-State".
Among the imperial powers, the Southeast Trade City-State are among the weakest. Compared to the more autonomous Tia Empire, they are more influenced by external factors and are exceptionally cautious when making decisions.
With the neighboring Tia Empire clearly taking the lead, the Southeast Trade City-State also hurriedly announced their participation in the war, dispatching troops to Dragon Island, with high-level Transcendent individuals taking the lead in joining the battlefield.
Meanwhile, in the Northern Hemisphere, forces such as the Corte Alliance and the Far North, after realizing that the planetary situation was undergoing irreversible changes, quickly announced their allegiance.
However, apart from the Far North immediately dispatching troops to attack the Winter Empire, the Corte Alliance was organizing manpower and signing an alliance pact in an attempt to buy time. Clearly, they did not want to engage in a direct war with the Winter Empire and wanted to wait a little longer.
The Gendaya Royal Court, the Buratino Royal Palace.
Logo sat high on his throne, the God-Hunting Spear hovering on his lap, surrounded by a pink Philosopher's Stone. Wisps of golden-blue energy drew some mysterious substance from the Philosopher's Stone, seeping into the gun's interior and slowly repairing its severe damage.
On Planet Guta, Logo fired six shots, destroying the power that the King of Ashes, Diorus, had rebuilt. Later, while looting a spoils storage point on Planet Saila, he casually shot and killed Akesiman, making it seven shots in total.
The already severely damaged God-Hunting Spear finally shattered gently under Logo's rather rough treatment.
Looking at it, the ancient gun barrel was covered with dense cracks, and a faint divine power was emanating from it. On the information panel, the word "Legend" after the "Quality" column of the God-Hunting Spear became faint, as if it would drop to Rare quality at any time.
The Legend Trait were slowly fading away, and even Logo couldn't stop them.
"It seems the decline in the quality of the God-Hunting Spear is inevitable. It's all due to insufficient alchemy skills. Even with the help of the Eye of Insight, it's still impossible to repair a divine artifact of this level." Sensing the broken God-Hunting Spear, Logo felt a deep sigh and a touch of heartache.
This was the first divine artifact he had ever obtained, and a Legend one at that. He never imagined that it would end up being reduced in quality in the hands of an alchemy master like himself.
If the God-Hunting Spear had a mouth, it might say with a sob, "In the end, it was all for naught..."
"However, this haul was indeed substantial enough, making your injuries worthwhile!"
Recalling the enormous amount of resources obtained from looting eight vaults in succession, Logo's initial heartache vanished instantly.
Thinking about the severely damaged Diorus, who wouldn't be able to cause trouble for a while, my mood instantly brightened and became cheerful.
"If all else fails, even if the God-Hunting Spear is completely destroyed, I'll go to Planet Guta every now and then and fire a shot? Anyway, in the current Elven Plane, I can go wherever I want, and nobody can stop me..."
Logo quickly dismissed this wicked idea himself.
The reason is simple: no matter how many times Diorus is severely injured, the latter cannot be killed. Only by uprooting the entire Guta Federation and exterminating every single Guta Star People could there be any hope of killing Diorus.
But that's impossible. The Guta Star People have hundreds of billions of people, with an extremely high proportion of Transcendent and numerous powerful individuals. Their army is also incredibly strong. It's simply impossible for Logo to destroy such a "plane-level" civilization with the limited power Logo has.
He didn't even dare to stay on the Planet Guta for long, otherwise he would easily be surrounded and killed.
Perhaps by fully activating the God Level scroll "Spear of Destiny," the Diorus could be solved from a causal perspective.
But there is still one problem, a persistent shadow that cannot be avoided: the existence of the Desolate Lord, Pontoriel.
If Diorus could entrust the Grand Duke Tielin to the Desolate Lord Pontoriel for protection, why couldn't he send one of his demon servants to Pontoriel's side?
As long as any one of the Guta Star People demon servants survives, Diorus is immortal.
No matter how powerful the Spear of Destiny, can it be as powerful as a Middle God at its peak?
After much thought, there was still no way to break the deadlock. The appearance of the Desolate Lord Pontoriel was simply too troublesome. His superior high-dimensional power completely crushed the opponent. There were no fancy tricks; he was just stronger than you, leaving you speechless.
All schemes become pale and powerless when faced with absolute power. This is how Logo feels now. He has a belly full of plans, but not a single one can get around that toad mountain.
"Only gods can deal with gods, but if we want to invite a God Level expert to assist us, and directly confront a Middle God, or even a behemoth like the Primordial Heaven, our status is not high enough, neither mine, nor Lancelot's, nor Gustavo's..."
Logo thought about it a lot, and some ideas began to emerge in his mind.
Just then, Left Chancellor Alex entered the hall, bowed, and respectfully asked, "Your Majesty, the Radiant Empire is repeatedly urging us to join the siege of the Winter Empire. How should we respond?"
"How's the battle going with the Sea Dragon Alliance?" Logo didn't answer the Left Prime Minister's question, but suddenly asked another question, one he knew perfectly well.
Left Prime Minister Alex was visibly taken aback, but his superior professionalism allowed him to react immediately. "Your Majesty, with the troops and Transcendent experts from the Tia Empire and the Southeast Trade City-State joining the battle, the Sea Clan and the Dragon Clan have completely lost all hope and are utterly defeated. It will only be a matter of half an hour."
"Oh... in that case, what do you think about us joining the Sea Dragon Alliance?" Logo smiled faintly.
The Left Prime Minister's eyes widened slightly. "But Your Majesty, if that's the case, Winter Empire...?"
Do the orcs have a grudge against us?
"N-nothing..." the Left Prime Minister replied blankly, a thought seemingly flashing through his mind, but he wasn't sure.
"Since there is no enmity, why go to such lengths to kill each other? Heaven cherishes life, and life is indeed precious. Moreover, with the Ancient Guta Federation attacking, our Planet Oklo should be focusing all its efforts on fighting the external enemy. How can we allow ourselves to be slaughtered and constantly strife among ourselves?"
Logo's face showed a compassionate expression, and a Holy Light seemed to appear behind him, giving him an image of being compassionate and merciful.
Upon hearing this, Left Chancellor Alex finally understood his emperor's intentions: to preserve the Winter Empire.
After a brief moment of thought, a bright light gradually appeared in the Left Prime Minister's eyes. "I understand, I will take care of it immediately!"