The sound of the waves in the realm of consciousness gradually dissipated, and Hekzod opened his eyes.

What greeted it was a circular hall with a calm sea of fog below and no end in sight overhead. Nine seats of various sizes cantilevered in mid-air, enclosed in a circle along a vertical stone wall. In the center of the circle stands a large Tower of Birth, but unlike the real tower, it is covered with one-eyed eyes, each the size of a proto.

This is the realm that the king created.

"Domination of the Holy See".

Although it is not the first time it has entered this place, its body still subconsciously feels suppressed and uneasy - unlike simple spiritual communication, this virtual space opened up in the turbulence of the consciousness world is not a real "illusion", if it falls into the sea of fog or is attacked, it will also be substantially damaged, rather than waking up like a dream.

Unlike the chaos outside, there is order and strict rules here.

The king holds everything in the Holy See.

This also means that as long as it enters the Holy See, its fate is in the hands of the king.

But its loyalty to the king should be absolute, and instinctive resistance does not invite resentment—only the inferior beasts cannot restrain it.

"Thank you for your call, the Lord of the Firmament greets you. Hekzod bowed his head to the tower in the center of the hall.

One eye opened and looked at it, then quickly closed it again, "Wait in peace." ”

"Yes. ”

After a while, several more figures appeared in the other seats.

They may seem vague, but Hekzod can still identify them by their features, such as the "Bloody Conqueror" with blades on his armor and the size of a hill, and the "Heart of Abomination" with a twisted sense of his clothes and masks...... How much it can be truly expressed depends on how well it understands the source of magical power, and there are only a handful of people who can fully display themselves like it.

When a figure appears on the last chair, it means that the nine Maharajas have gathered in the Holy See.

The embodiment of the king, the Tower of Birth rising from the sea of fog, slowly opened half of the eyes.

"The reason why I summoned you, I am sure you all already know—not just me, but everyone should have the same doubts. A few days ago, a promoter had reached the realm of consciousness and sent a ripple there, but soon it didn't respond. It paused and looked at the Lord of the Firmament, "And the owner of the ripples is called Ersluk, who happens to be the commander of the vanguard of the Western Front - Hekzord, what is going on in the west?"

Sure enough, the king came for this question. Hekzod suddenly felt the pressure on his body increase sharply, and being able to set off a fluctuation in the consciousness realm meant that someone had crossed the threshold of the extraordinary, and this breakthrough would also be perceived by all the Maharaja. In a time when the battle with the Celestial Sea Realm is becoming more and more fierce, one more Maharaja can bring a greater advantage to the clan, but the next turn of events caught people off guard, and the promoter only left a mark, and then disappeared without a trace—for the first time in hundreds of years, the Maharaja fell as soon as he was promoted.

In fact, shortly after Hakzod sensed a breakthrough, he received news of the defeat on the Western Front, as well as a self-report letter from Ersluk. The contents of the letter made it want to gouge open the head of this brilliant subordinate for a while, and see what was wrong with this guy, so that it could act so recklessly!

When the king asked, it instinctively tried to hide the outcome of the war on the Western Front, but loyalty finally allowed it to tell the truth.

Just as the Lord of the Firmament had expected, there was a wave of questioning, surprise, and ridicule in the hall.

"Hah, did I hear me right?" the Bloody Lord sneered first, "Your men left all their forces in the Fertile Plains even though they knew they were invincible, and finally all of them were buried in the hands of those bugs?

It was no surprise to Hakzod that as the main commander of the Heavenly Sea Realm in the head-on confrontation, the other party had always been quite disdainful of the praise that Ersluk had received. If the latter is promoted to the Maharaja, I am afraid that it will bear the brunt of the status and be affected, and now that there is a chance to attack Ersluk, it will naturally not let go.

"Forget the protobodies and tombstones, I don't think the Lord of the Firmament will be unaware of the preciousness of the horns. The "Masquerade" who was responsible for cultivating the symbiote said strangely, "If we can take down the three cities of Tachira, Falling Star, and Anrita, it will be fine, the divine stone veins there can at least supplement our existing consumption, but there is not enough mineral resources, and the horns will lose one less than one." ”

"It's inconceivable to lose to those bugs, and I think your Excellency has to bear a certain amount of responsibility. ”

"What a genius general, I think it's just that. ”

"Ordinary promoters can't open the door of the two realms, otherwise there will be more than nine people sitting here, not to mention that the enemy also has a transcendent ......"

"Why, it's not four hundred years ago, do you think it's still a very honorable thing to die with the transcendental?"

Listening to everyone's discussions, Hekzord's face sank, even if it didn't understand what Ersruk was doing, but it was also his former subordinate. To belittle a trusted general in this way would undoubtedly be tantamount to attacking it in disguise—something that a Maharaja could easily tolerate.

At this moment, the king interrupted everyone's conversation, not to silence them, but to directly silence their voices, "Enough, I just want to know if this has any effect on your plan!"

Hekzod hurriedly gathered his spirit, "Of course not, I have made many preparations in the plan, Taqira can win the best, and if you can't take it, it won't hinder the overall situation." Rest assured that we will set foot on human soil as scheduled. ”

"It's best like what you say. The king's tone softened a little.

"It's just ......" the Lord of the Firmament hesitated for a moment, deciding to tell the letter that Ersruk had written to it in advance—perhaps because of the trust he had built up over the centuries, or perhaps because its warnings were so terrifying that they were stuck in his throat, whatever the reason, Hexzod felt a voice in his heart remind him to speak, "It's just that this plan needs to be adjusted in terms of troops. According to the commander-in-chief of the Western Front, we need to increase our troops at least tenfold before we can stabilize the results of the war. ”

"Ten times?" Bloody roared, "What are you kidding! The Tianhai Realm is overwhelmed by the front line, and you still want to draw people from me?" I won't give you a single one!"

"Usluk—what the hell does it say?" asked the king in a deep voice.

"At the time of writing, the decisive battle between the Vanguard and the Humans had not yet begun. It said that it insisted on staying in Tachira because it had discovered a crucial weakness of its opponent. If this move is successful, it can greatly weaken the opponent's strength. Then the army will be increased tenfold, and if it is led by it, it will be able to destroy mankind. ”

"Is this a prophecy?" someone scoffed, "I wonder if it foresaw its own death?"

"......," Hekzod was silent for a moment before nodding, "It did mention it in the letter. ”

There was a sudden silence in the hall.

The Maharajas looked at each other, and the atmosphere seemed a little strange for a while.

The king broke the silence and said, "What did it say?"

The Lord of the Firmament exhaled, "If it doesn't return, it should treat humanity as an opponent on the same level as our race, and do everything to destroy it!"