"I'm still not certain about the identity of the mastermind, but I do know that many of them are dark Mage. As for the location where those captured are being held, I have confirmed it!"
Lancelot said calmly.
Fulaite at the man's face, and after realizing that Lancelot wasn't joking at all, he finally burst into laughter.
"Great, wonderful, that's fantastic news!"
Fulaite stood up, swaying his large belly, and walked to his desk. He paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, seemingly deep in thought.
A moment later, Fulaite suddenly looked up at Lancelot and said, "Your Excellency the Holy Light told me this news, probably because you want to use the power of my Alpha Civilization to save these powerful beings, right?"
"Um."
Lancelot nodded slightly.
His intentions are actually not hard to guess.
Since the mysterious force behind the scenes that helps the Eight Gods' Realm dares to capture Demigod and True God, its strength must be considerable.
The places where they hold the detainees must be heavily guarded.
Currently, the main forces of the Eight Gods' Realm are engaged in fierce battles on the front lines against the Allied Forces.
Neither side could spare enough resources to rescue people.
Therefore, other forces must be introduced.
As a mid-level Astral Realm civilization, the Eight Gods' Realm has a vast territory, Endless beings under its command, and numerous powerful figures. There are over a hundred known True God, and countless more are hidden.
In addition, with the other lower-level Astral Realm civilizations under the command of the Alpha Civilization, and its extensive network of connections, it wouldn't be a problem for them to secretly assemble a dozen or twenty True God, or even more, if they went all out.
Otherwise, Lancelot wouldn't have come to him seeking help.
The main point is that the Alpha Civilization does indeed have this capability.
The agreement with the Crimson Moon Civilization only stipulated that they could not directly confront the Eight Gods' Realm, but the other force was not included in the agreement.
Moreover, all factions in the Astral Realm strongly oppose this indiscriminate capture of powerful individuals.
If those arrested hadn't all been members of armed groups, the Civilization Council might have intervened directly.
"Hey, I was just worried about not finding an opportunity to enhance the prestige of the Golden Divine Kingdom, and now this opportunity has been delivered right to my doorstep," Fulaite thought to himself, a surge of joy welling up inside him.
However, Fulaite was also somewhat suspicious. Things seemed too coincidental, as if an invisible hand was secretly driving the development of the Golden Divine Kingdom.
"Could all of this have been within Lancelot's expectations? Or is it that the Golden Divine Kingdom's Fortune are particularly strong? With the Astral Realm plane in turmoil and constantly shifting winds, logically speaking, a large number of forces and powerful individuals should indeed emerge and rise rapidly..."
"Forget it, these are not things I should be considering. Fortunately, neither Lancelot nor the Golden Divine Kingdom has any conflict with my Alpha Civilization; in fact, their relationship is quite close."
"If they rise to power in the future, my Alpha Civilization might just be able to share in some of the benefits..."
Numerous thoughts flashed through Fulaite's mind like a dense shower of electric sparks; it seemed like he was thinking a lot, but in reality, only a few seconds had passed.
"Holy Light Excellency, are you sure you can pinpoint the location of the captured person?" Fulaite suddenly looked up and asked.
Upon hearing this, Lancelot smiled. "Of course I'm sure, otherwise I wouldn't have come to you."
"In that case, I agree to launch a rescue operation. However, the specific number of personnel to be deployed, as well as the time and resources required, cannot be decided in a short time."
"Three days, can I have three days?"
"No problem." Lancelot nodded, then handed Fulaite a piece of intelligence he had gathered. "Just let me know when Alpha Civilization is ready. I will act as the vanguard in this battle!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure vanished.
Fulaite, clutching the information crystal in his hand, turned and left the office to meet with Head of State Alpha.
Such a big matter cannot be decided by Nick Aegis Bureau.; it requires the approval of the highest levels.
Of course, Fulaite's immediate agreement also demonstrates his standing in the leader's eyes and his understanding of the Alpha Civilization's decision-making level; otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to give Lancelot a direct answer on his own.
What followed was indeed within Fulaite's control. Alpha quickly approved the rescue operation, granting Fulaite command authority and significantly increasing his power.
Meanwhile, through remote communication, Fulaite and Lancelot discussed and formulated an action plan. Logo secretly offered many suggestions, making the plan extremely perfect, almost flawless, with flaws minimized to the extreme.
Time flies, and three days have passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, Lancelot, disguised as a Demigod of the Sand Sea Mad Wings organization using Steel Feather Cloak, acted like a madman, seeking revenge for his leader Yinte.
Because of his numerous Slaughter and his advance far beyond the defensive line, he angered the Eight Gods' Realm, who sent men to defeat and capture him.
"Sigh, that Demigod Chiling was too reckless, actually leaving the fortress's absolute safety zone. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been captured by those scum from the Eight Gods' Realm."
"It's no wonder he's upset. I heard he grew up in the Sand Sea Mad Wings organization and considered it his home. Now that his home is gone and the True God Sand Sea is in a state of uncertainty, it's no wonder he's feeling bad."
"Demigod, I never even saw such great figures before, but now they're like weeds, being killed and captured one after another. Even the supreme gods have suffered many deaths. I wonder when it will be our turn?"
Inside the Void warships or fortresses, the warriors sighed and chatted amongst themselves. Although Lancelot's previous great victory had boosted the morale of the allied forces significantly, the oppressive atmosphere of the Eight Gods' Realm remained strong, and the hope of victory was still very slim, which naturally crushed the warriors' fighting spirit.
"Go inside!"
Bang!!
A battered figure, like a dead dog, was thrown into a cage by a mysterious man in a black robe.
"Inject him with the third dose of medicine. Don't let him die." The man in black robes said, then turned and left.
A guard in intricately patterned armor entered the cage, injected the medicine into the arm of the ' Demigod Chiling,' wiped out all the medicine, removed the needle, casually threw it into a nearby trash can, and then silently left the cage. From beginning to end, he did not utter a word, nor did his expression change in the slightest, like a lifeless piece of iron.
"This power... is a healing potion. Its quality and level are quite good. Under normal circumstances, it's enough to restore most of a Demigod's injuries."
Lancelot slowly opened his eyes, sensing the potion spreading through his body, his eyes gleaming.
Using his Steel Feather Cloak, he successfully disguised himself as Demigod Chiling and infiltrated the area. Now, he could work from within and without to rescue the captured powerhouse.
"A dark Mage... I wonder how many Primeval Stone he can provide me!"