The Golden Imperial Palace.
Logo, dressed in imperial robes, sat high on his throne, below whom stood a Peak Demigod on his head.
"So, you want to bring the entire organization to join the Golden Empire?" Logo toyed with the information crystal in his hand, his face as calm as a still lake.
The unicorn nodded hastily, his face filled with awe, and bowed, saying bitterly, "Your Golden King, since the leader of my Boiling Blood Organization was killed by the Eight Gods' Realm, our status has plummeted, and many members are leaving the organization every day. If this continues, the organization's demise is only a matter of time. It would be better to join other powerful forces while we still have some strength, which would provide a more secure guarantee for our brothers."
After hearing the unicorn's words, Logo's lips curled into a slight smile. He leaned forward and asked, "Then why did you choose the Golden Empire?"
"Because of their strength and potential for development!" the unicorn said with burning eyes. "Now who doesn't know the fame of His Majesty the Radiance of Holy Light and His Golden King? The rise of the Golden Empire is unstoppable, no, it has already risen! The Alpha Universe Cluster will definitely be a two-way competition in the future. If our Boiling Blood Organization can join such a powerful force, even if we disband, we will have no regrets."
"Heh, you are indeed honest... Alright, seeing as your words are sincere, I, the King, will allow you to lead the Boiling Blood Organization to join the Golden Empire... Alex!"
"Your subject is here." The Left Chancellor, who had been standing by, stepped forward.
"Take him down to handle the relevant matters," Logo waved his hand.
After bowing respectfully, the Left Chancellor Alex and the One-Horned Man withdrew.
At the entrance of the imperial palace.
On the left and right sides, twelve Colossus, each a hundred meters tall, stood. Their auras were unpredictable, and they all posed a deadly threat to the unicorn.
Although it wasn't the first time I'd seen it, the sight of the unicorn walking between the two groups of Colossus still sent chills down my spine.
Just like an ordinary person walking through a pack of wolves, even if they know the wolves won't bite, they still can't help but feel afraid.
"Lord Alex, are all these guards Peak Demigod?" the unicorn asked quietly.
The Left Prime Minister wore a formulaic smile, a forced and insincere one, and said, "These are the Imperial Palace Guards, not under my jurisdiction. If you wish to know their strength, you can either ask the Commander of the Army or inquire directly with His Majesty."
Upon hearing this, the unicorn's expression froze, and he scratched his head, forcing a smile, "That won't be necessary. It's just a trivial matter; how could it possibly alarm Lord War and His Majesty?"
After saying this, the unicorn quietly slipped a storage ring into the Left Prime Minister's sleeve. "These are just some small gifts, a token of my appreciation. I hope you will take good care of me in the future."
"Of course, of course." The smile on the Left Prime Minister's face immediately became much more sincere. He chatted with the unicorn as he left.
Familiar scenes have been happening frequently these days.
Since Lancelot killed eight God Level black Mage in the battle, demonstrating his Upper God combat power and rescuing a large number of captured powerhouses, the prestige of the Golden Divine Kingdom has skyrocketed, and it is now second only to the Alpha Civilization in the universe.
Numerous armed groups came to join them.
Some of these organizations even God Level powerhouses in charge.
The addition of these external forces allowed the Golden Divine Kingdom to expand its strength rapidly in a very short period of time.
If we disregard Lancelot and Logo, the size of the Golden Divine Kingdom has increased more than tenfold in just half a month; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a period of rampant growth.
On the throne, Logo pondered for a moment, then dialed the communication number of the Prado civilization's envoy, Surman.
Unlike before when the call would connect almost instantly, this time Logo waited for more than ten seconds before the communication finally went through.
On the projection screen, the figure of the Sulman envoy came into view, his face still bearing a warm smile, but Logo keenly sensed a hint of alienation in it.
'It seems that the existence of the Golden Divine Kingdom truly makes the Prado Civilization feel like it has a thorn in its side,' Logo thought to himself.
"Your Majesty the Golden King," the Sulman envoy greeted.
Logo nodded slightly in return.
Although he is far superior to Sulman in terms of status, the latter now represents the entire Prado Civilization, and the due respect must still be shown; this is basic diplomatic etiquette.
Moreover, Logo was not the arrogant and domineering type.
He would kill whoever he wanted to kill without making a sound, perhaps even with a smile on his face, never revealing his true intentions on the surface.
"It's been a long time since Your Excellency, the Special Envoy, has visited the Divine Kingdom," Logo said with a smile, his tone sounding very familiar.
Sulman smiled and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. The situation in the Prado Universe System has been turbulent recently, especially in the diplomatic arena. There have been too many things to do. I have tried to travel to the Golden Divine Kingdom several times, but I have been delayed by unforeseen events..."
As he spoke, Sulman shook his head, feigning helplessness.
"Oh, I see. I thought Special Envoy Sulman had been transferred from his diplomatic post."
"I'd love to, but unfortunately, my Prado Civilization is too weak and lacks talent. In this situation where we're surrounded by powerful enemies, ordinary people can't handle diplomatic work."
"I've come to see Your Excellency today because I need your help with something."
"What's up?"
"A transport fleet belonging to my Golden Empire was stopped at the teleportation portal of the Vast Light Continent. The Prado Civilization's defense forces stationed there claimed that the transport fleet was carrying contraband and therefore refused it passage."
"I see." Sulman nodded in understanding, then put on a helpless expression. "Your Majesty has come to the wrong person. I am in charge of diplomacy, not the military. Besides, contraband is not allowed to enter civilian stargates; that's the rule, and I can't interfere."
"Of course I understand the reasoning, but the problem is that the Prado Civilization seemed to have promised to provide full logistical support should my Golden Divine Kingdom and the Eight Gods' Realm clash, which should include the transport fleet, right?" Logo said bluntly.
Sulman's expression stiffened slightly, but quickly turned into a smile. He said, "Alright, that was my oversight. I'll report it to the higher-ups and coordinate with the military to try and get the transport fleet through the stargate as soon as possible."
"Very well, thank you for your trouble, Your Excellency."
"It's what I should do."
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, the call ended.
Prado Civilization.
Inside the spacious and bright office.
Sulman sat in his chair, his face darkening. After a moment's thought, he picked up the communicator on the table and dialed the military number. "Release the transport fleet detained by the Vast Light Continent Star Gate in half a month."
"Yes, sir!"
The other side immediately responded.
The respect in his words seemed to suggest that Sulman's claim of having no jurisdiction over the military was merely a pretext.
On the other side, the Golden Imperial Palace.
Logo narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing deep within them. "The Prado Civilization, the Reynolds Civilization... their faces change so quickly. When they needed my Golden Empire to resist the Eight Gods' Realm and the Crimson Moon Civilization, they were all smiles and promises. Now, because of our rise, they're starting to do all sorts of dirty tricks..."
Recalling the information gathered from various intelligence channels, as well as what he had gleaned from his conversation with Sulman, Logo was 90% certain that the Prado Universe System contained many Astral Realm- level civilizations that had already secretly colluded with the Eight Gods' Realm.
This is perfectly understandable; a clash of civilizations is never mixed with personal feelings.
Not to mention, the Golden Divine Kingdom has only recently risen to power and doesn't have much interaction with other civilizations.
Once they realize that the Golden Empire poses a greater threat, it's perfectly normal for them to resort to underhanded tactics.
However, since the other party made the first move, Logo would no longer hold back.
With a thought, Logo sent out a message.
Before long, a graceful and charming figure walked slowly towards the entrance of the imperial palace.
She had thick, milky-white hair, shy amber eyes, white cat ears on her head, and a bright red fox tail protruding from her full hips, swaying with a captivating charm that could make your heart stop.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
The Witch of Fear Patra bowed down at the foot of the steps, her supple body trembling in a breathtaking arc, a charm that penetrated to the bone, a hundred times more alluring than a succubus, its destructive power off the charts.
This allure isn't just for males; women can be completely captivated, their charm penetrating to the very core of their being—it's terrifying.
However, for Logo, who carries the thoughts of countless lives and is constantly being baptized by the sea of the soul, the allure of the Witch of Fear Patra was insignificant and could not shake his will at all.
Get up!
Logo waved his hand, and a gentle force lifted the Witch of Fear Patra up.
After standing up, the latter looked around the palace with seductive eyes, as if searching for something.
A moment later, Patra, who hadn't seen the figure she longed for, had a fleeting look of disappointment in her beautiful eyes. Although it vanished in an instant, Logo still caught it.
He smiled slightly and said, "Lancelot is healing his injuries. If you want to see him, you'll have to wait a few days."
"Is his injury serious?" The Witch of Fear Patra's expression changed slightly, and she quickly asked.
If those who are obsessed with Patra and swoon over her were to see the goddess showing such an expression towards a man, they would surely be consumed by jealousy.
"He's alright. He's always been tough and recovers from injuries very quickly."
Upon hearing this, the Witch of Fear Patra's tense face relaxed, then a sharp glint flashed in her eyes. "Who hurt him?!"
Logo uttered two words, "True God!"
"Gods? Can you tell me the names of these gods?"
"No," Logo said, then a smile appeared on his face, "Because they've all been killed by Lancelot."
Having said that, Logo didn't wait for the Witch of Fear Patra to speak again, and said directly, "Alright, you're too weak to get involved in Lancelot's matter for now, so asking more questions is pointless. Now I have a task for you."
"Too weak?!" Patra gritted her teeth, a fierce fighting spirit flashing in her eyes. 'I will definitely catch up with you!'
"Please give your orders, Your Majesty!" Patra said with a firm look in her eyes.
"I want you to infiltrate the Reynolds Civilization and, with all your might, cause them to descend into internal strife!"
"The Reynolds Civilization?" The Witch of Fear Patra looked up, a hint of doubt flashing in her beautiful eyes.
"This is information about the Reynolds Civilization. Take a quick look at it first." Logo pointed and sent a wisp of information into the mind of the Witch of Fear Patra, who closed her eyes and began to browse through it.
About three minutes passed.
The Witch of Fear Patra opened her eyes.
"So? Are you confident?"
"Have!"
"Tell me your plan, just give a brief overview."
Patra pondered for a moment, then, after organizing his thoughts, said, "According to the data, the Reynolds Civilization was extremely aggressive. Initially, it developed in a barbaric manner and had a large number of slaves. Later, due to various reasons, the Reynolds Civilization experienced several life-or-death crises. At critical moments, the civilization's leadership had no choice but to stimulate the war potential by elevating the status of the conquered."
During the fierce war, many Reno People began to reconcile with these conquered peoples, and even intermarried. The Mixed Blood Faction grew rapidly due to its population advantage, and the conflict between it and the Pure Blood Faction grew larger and larger.
The Pure Blood Faction's absolute military superiority ensured the basic stability of the Reynolds Civilization civilization's political situation.
But all of this changed drastically because True God expert was born from the Mixed Blood Faction...
After outlining the main contradictions within the Reynolds Civilization, the Witch of Fear Patra presented her plan. "My plan is to first incite division within the Reynolds Civilization, creating social conflict, ideally forming a resistance movement. Then, we'll join forces with its hostile Astral Realm civilizations, providing the resistance with weapons and equipment, thus splitting the Reynolds Civilization from within!"
"So where do you want to start?" Logo asked with great interest.
Patra sneered, "Let's start with the mixed-race people and praise them to death! In short, we can use public opinion to create more news about mixed-race people being uneducated, immoral, and selfish."
For example, a mixed-race Reno People makes a mistake and should be criticized, but he says, "Just because I'm mixed-race, and considered inferior in your eyes, you have to criticize me?" This kind of talk is an attempt to absolve himself of his mistakes and responsibilities through moral blackmail.
The pure-blooded people of the Reynolds Civilization are relatively conservative and rigid. They despise such behavior that disregards facts and uses racial discrimination for personal gain.
As long as it can arouse more hatred from the Pure Blood Faction, it can deepen the stereotype, tear apart the Pure Blood Faction and the Mixed Blood Faction, and burn this fire to the top of civilization from the bottom up.
Furthermore, regional conflicts, racial conflicts, and class conflicts are all tools that can be used; we can...
Seemingly having found her comfort zone, the Witch of Fear grew increasingly excited as she spoke. A certain pleasure, as if a sensitive spot had been touched, welled up in her amber eyes, radiating an even more intense and intoxicating charm.
Logo rested his chin on his hand, listening quietly, a smile flashing in his eyes.
Patra the Witch of Fear, originally named Patra the Enchanting Fox, was born in the City of Freedom, a gathering place for dark Mage. She was created by dark Mage through hybridization using organs or body parts from various creatures.
Her appearance was highly random, but also a result of the mercy of the Plane Will of Fate plane.
Due to the impending catastrophe, several Child of Destiny appeared in the Elven Plane, and Patra was one of them.
After being rescued by Lancelot, he grew rapidly on Planet Pandora, and later joined the Chaos Alliance, eventually siding with Logo.
Through his Eye of Insight, Logo discovered Patra's astonishing talent and began to nurture it carefully.
The latter lived up to his expectations, growing into Peak Demigod in just over a decade, a true master of the mind, and most adept at manipulating the power of the mind and emotions.
More importantly, Patra's talent lay in her influence on the community.
Her ability can spread outwards like a plague through individuals, making her a unique strategic weapon.
Logo sent her to infiltrate the Reynolds Civilization primarily to give her experience and help her grow through practice. It would be best if she could complete the mission, but it wouldn't be a big deal if she couldn't.
They were nothing more than a low-level Astral Realm civilization, once unattainable, but now... they could be wiped out with a flick of the wrist!
"How beautiful the flowers grown from the ruins of an Astral Realm civilization must be... I can't wait to find out!"