"Your Majesty, the Radiant Empire has withdrawn its troops!" Left Chancellor Alex strode into the hall with an excited expression, and reported this to Logo.
"As expected, if they don't retreat, they're doomed to be Fate. It seems the Pope hasn't let anger cloud his judgment!" As he spoke, a hint of disappointment flashed in Logo's eyes. It was a pity that the trap he had set for the Radiant Empire hadn't worked.
"Your Majesty need not despair. The Radiant Empire is already trapped. As long as our subsequent plans succeed, this behemoth that has oppressed the Royal Court for hundreds of years will be dismantled bit by bit. They have no power to resist."
After hearing the Left Prime Minister's words, Logo nodded noncommittally, then changed the subject and asked, "Have you made arrangements with the Winter Empire?"
"Your Majesty, rest assured. After this incident, the orcs and goblins will no longer be confused. They know who the most reliable force is now. This is a congratulatory letter sent by the Orc King, in which he wishes you to become the ruler of Planet Oklo soon!"
The Left Prime Minister held a beautifully crafted letter in both hands, raising it above his head.
Logo gently beckoned, took the letter, and opened it. A barrage of sycophantic praises flooded in, lavishly extolling Logo's achievements from every angle. Finally, it explicitly stated that the Winter Empire was willing to elect him as the ruler of Planet Oklo, leaving a clear mark with the ancient royal seal.
This is a blatant declaration of loyalty. With this letter in hand, as long as the higher-ups of the Winter Empire, they will stand behind Logo and cheer for him.
Otherwise, once Logo publishes the letter, the Winter Empire's national credibility will suffer a severe blow, which, given the orcs' nature, would be worse than death for them.
"This letter doesn't seem like the work of the Orc King!" Logo said with a half-smile after reading the letter.
Left Chancellor Alex chuckled. "Your Majesty is wise. The Orc King is serious and brooding; he certainly wouldn't write a letter with such words. I estimate that this letter most likely came from the Goblin King. Of course, the Orc King must have read it, otherwise he wouldn't have affixed his seal."
Logo nodded slightly, no longer dwelling on the issue. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed intently on the Left Prime Minister. "Now that the Winter Empire has been dealt with, it's time to convene the ' Joint Council.' Planet Oklo has been in chaos for tens of thousands of years; it's time to welcome a new master!"
The words that floated down from the throne left the Left Chancellor Alex dizzy, his cheeks visibly flushed, and he was extremely excited. "Your Majesty, rest assured, this matter has been brewing for a long time, and with the Ancient Guta Federation army pressing in, I believe no one will be foolish enough to oppose it."
"Okay, go do it!"
"Yes!"
Dragon Island.
The once intact ice field was shattered into jagged fragments during the fierce battle, making it look as if the entire Dragon Island had been torn apart.
The mournful cries of True Dragon echoed from all directions, and the corpses of countless dragons were scattered across the fractured land. The once scalding dragon blood cooled rapidly with the arrival of death and froze completely after the cold wind blew, just like the Fate of the entire Dragon Island.
Lancelot stood quietly high in the sky, holding a miniature scale armor. The biting wind blew, but as it approached him, its speed suddenly decreased, becoming as gentle as spring and exceptionally warm.
The warriors cleaning up the battlefield below would occasionally raise their heads to look at Lancelot, their eyes filled with undisguised reverence. After this battle, having personally killed Aositing, the chieftain of the Metallic Dragon Clan, and decisively defeated their nemesis, the Sea Dragon Alliance, Lancelot's status in the Crimson Alliance had soared once again. At this moment, if he wanted to dictate, it would only take a thought; no one dared to oppose him, and no one would resist.
He has become Champion, a living Legend, and an ever-shining sun over the Alliance.
"Lancelot," the "Joint Council" has sent an invitation to you to attend. Would you like to go? Maxwell walked over and asked.
"I'm not going. The outcome is already decided anyway," Lancelot waved his hand dismissively.
Maxwell frowned. "You really have no intention of vying for the chairmanship? During the war, the chairman was essentially the supreme ruler of all forces on Planet Oklo. It would be such a waste to hand over that position to the Gendaya People..."
Lancelot glanced at the bald, burly man beside him, chuckled, and said nothing more.
Seeing this, Maxwell sighed, "I understand. The Alliance will do everything in its power to help His Majesty Campbell become Chairman!"
After much preparation, the "Joint Council" of Planet Oklo was convened soon.
The meeting had only one agenda: to discuss whether to elect a unified leader to lead the forces of the entire Planet Oklo in their fight against the Guta Federation.
After heated discussions, the meeting naturally moved to the voting stage.
There were ten candidates, including prominent figures such as the Radiance Pope, Prime Minister Tia, and Kete Elf King Cort.
However, during the vote, these once-renowned figures, super-strong individuals who could shake the entire Planet Oklo with a stomp of their feet, were all defeated without any doubt by a young man.
Logo Campbell was elected chairman of the "Joint Council," instantly becoming the most powerful and influential person on Planet Oklo, without exception.
The moment he became the chairman, King's Crown appeared above Logo's head, its magnificent light like a rainbow, completely enveloping his body. At that moment, every corner of the entire Planet Oklo seemed within reach, and in a daze, Logo seemed to hear the shouts of countless races and their different demands for interests.
The once magnificent crown suddenly became heavy, as if the entire Planet Oklo was pressing down on his shoulders. Logo's expression turned solemn as he steadily borne it.
This signifies his willingness to bear the responsibilities that come with power, leading the beings of Planet Oklo out of the shadows and back into the sunlight.
Seemingly sensing Logo's thoughts, the King's Crown descended, forming an invisible barrier to help the young king resist the sinister plots from various villains.
For the leaders of various forces, such as the Radiance Pope and the Orc King, with Logo becoming the chairman, it was as if a towering mountain was pressing down on them, carrying an indescribable majesty, making them understand that from this day forward, there was a new ruler above them.