Beyond the Apocalypse-Chapter 1093: Unification plan (II)

The eyes of the True Depravita of Wrath sharpened as he drew everyone’s attention and continued.

"Although it is paramount that we develop our own powers to face the greatest threats, it is just as fundamental that we evolve the power of our armies. Just imagine how much easier our battle would have been if we had ten more Lords by our side when facing the Dream of Madness."

The eyes of all the Sovereigns glowed as they heard that.

There were Lords like Altharion and Lancel who were extremely powerful among their troops, but a single cry from the Dream of Madness would have knocked them unconscious.

That was why only the Sovereigns marched into the Primordia God’s Tomb, as anyone else would have been a liability.

However, if among the army there had been Lords that Late Stage, they could have stood beside the Sovereigns as they faced the Empyrean.

Ten more Lords striking with all their power might have been enough to burn through Dream of Madness’ vitality, sparing them from having to rely on luck to achieve their victory.

Giving them a moment to reflect, the True Depravita of Wrath continued with a solemn tone.

"I also want you to consider what might have happened if the Dream of Madness had allies of his own. What would have become of our efforts if we had been constantly distracted by other Lords?"

The faces of the Sovereigns grew somber as they imagined that type of battlefield. The more they thought about it, the clearer it became just how important it was to strengthen their forces.

To be fair, they had not been idle. The Sovereigns had given their Legends ample opportunities to test their strength across countless battles in the First and Second Layers. They had also granted them massive amounts of resources and Origin Power from the Infernal Monoliths.

However, raising their armies to a level capable of facing the Alien Powers did not seem feasible—at least not within the time they had.

After all, not everyone was like the True Depravitas. Even for powerful and talented Legends with an ample amount of resources, reaching the Lord Tier normally required centuries.

A small smile appeared on the face of the True Depravita of Wrath.

That dilemma was exactly what he wanted to form in their minds before offering the solution.

"The answer to our problem is quite simple," Vlad said. "It can be summarized in one word—Unification."

Immediately, the Sovereigns turned toward him, their eyes glowing with curiosity.

Vlad’s smile widened as he revealed his goal with pure excitement in his voice. "The unification of Hell, the Abyss, and Heaven."

Shock, awe, and a hint of dread appeared in their expressions.

Brightkin was the first to speak, unable to hold back. "Are you saying that we should conquer the three most ancient planes in the universe?"

He felt certain he must have misheard. Only a madman would even consider such a thing.

Yet Vlad nodded calmly, and as he continued speaking, they realized his idea was even more extreme than they had imagined.

"Yes. We will take control of those three planes. And not only that—we will use their bloodlines, their souls, and their Divine Power to evolve our warriors. We will infuse them with the power of the Holy Trinity."

The eyes of the True Depravita of Wrath shone with excitement and anticipation.

"That will be the fuel our forces need to become an army capable of standing face to face with the horrors of the Alien Powers."

The Sovereigns did not know how to react.

Before, such a plan would have been pure madness—the ravings of a lunatic. But they had already accomplished the impossible. They had conquered a third of Hell. They had faced a creature that embodied madness itself and survived.

So while the proposal still sounded insane, none of them dismissed it outright.

Vlad noticed their hesitation but was not discouraged. They were conflicted, but his argument was far from finished.

"This will also help us protect our people," he continued. "The war against the Alien Powers is inevitable. And when it comes, it will spread across the universe. Entire worlds will perish."

Vlad turned toward the White Death.

"Even a world at the level of Graecia could fall once Paragons and Empyreans enter the battlefield."

The White Death frowned, but after a moment, he nodded. There was truth in Vlad’s words. The Graecia World was one of the mightiest Supreme Worlds, yet it was still weaker than Valhalla—and Valhalla had already fallen.

"However," Vlad went on, "Hell, the Abyss, and Heaven are different. They are strongholds capable of enduring cataclysmic warfare at that level. We could shelter our people in their deepest and most secure layers. They would be safe. And our soldiers could fight without fear for the fate of their families."

The more the Sovereigns listened, the more the plan began to make sense.

Infusing the power of the three primordial realms into their warriors would produce extraordinary results, dramatically accelerating their evolution. And those realms were indeed the most secure refuges in existence—places where even cosmic warfare would struggle to reach the deepest levels.

Vlad’s smile widened as he saw the shift in their expressions.

One by one, the Sovereigns turned toward him. Their eyes burned with determination as they nodded.

"Excellent," Vlad said, his voice filled with satisfaction.

He then turned his gaze toward Overlord.

When it came to planning and long-term strategy, Vlad always deferred to the True Depravita of Pride, whose intellect far surpassed his own.

Overlord analyzed the condition of each Sovereign before speaking.

"For the time being, our priority should be recovery. While time is important, we are advancing faster than I anticipated. Use this period to heal and to integrate the wisdom and insights gained from the last battle."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room.

"We will reconvene in three months. And when we do, we will also determine what to do with the corpse of the Dream of Madness."