Release That Witch-Chapter 1345: Forced Redemption

As one of the earliest higher ascendants to become a grand lord, Valkries' words naturally carried a different weight. She was also the only one who could maintain her normal conversational tone when she talked with the King, as if there was no difference in class between the two. More importantly, the King had never shown any opposition, which was enough to prove the point.

A conclusion drawn by the Nightmare Lord naturally carried its own persuasive power.

Moreover, Hackzord had indeed discussed the possibility of the humans' inheritance of a legacy with her. Although she didn't say it personally, everything else were reasonable assumptions. He also intentionally brought the matter up after he showed the Western Front's battle situation from his memory. Perhaps the King might ascertain his claim while he was reading his memories, but it was unlikely he would verify this matter specifically.

After all, the King's mind had a high level of autonomy, all the decisions he made were only based on facts.

The purpose of these words was to shut the mouths of dissenters.

Blood Conqueror's pitiful brain was unable to understand the situation at all and was only responding instinctively.

In order to shirk responsibility, Mask naturally would not stand on his side easily.

The other grand lords were on the fence; to place the future of their race in their hands was a joke.

Thus, Hackzord said this lie with complete confidence and without feeling a single shred of pressure.

Backing away now was the biggest irresponsibility to the race.

He had to turn the tables with his own hands!

"An inheritance that we do not know of, that is too far-fetched…" Mask said suspiciously in a low voice. "We all saw the scene in the Origin of Magic. If a race like this really existed, where would they be?"

"Who can be sure that the conclusion that our race came to before is definitely correct?" Hackzord said solemnly. "I also don't believe that humans can receive fate's favor, but their incredible change is right in front of eyes! Don't forget, before we received the legacy of the underground civilization, we also didn't know that legacy shards can actually be divided."

"You mean—" Resentful Heart seemed to have thought of something.

No, I don't mean anything at all, my only aim is to lead you to the reply that I constructed. "Among the many ruins, if there were just one legacy shard still left behind…"

All the grand lords fell into deep thought.

Except for Blood Conqueror.

"So what? I absolutely refuse to use the Deity of Gods against those lowlifes! The strength of the Sky-sea Realm's offense is still increasing, we have finally gotten a chance to catch our breaths now, we should take this chance to secure our defensive line. If we don't have the Deity of Gods, the Eastern Front can hardly withstand the battles that are taking place all the time. As soon as the army is defeated, over ten cities will be exposed under the enemy's minions!"

But this time nobody said anything to support him.

"Compared to a dozen cities, the future of our race is what you should be focusing on." Hackzord swept his gaze over him expressionlessly, then he looked at the Birth Tower in the middle of the Holy See. "Your Majesty, losing the Deity of Gods on the Eastern Line would indeed exacerbate the current advantage over there, but at least it won't reach the worst outcome. Right now, time is not standing on our side. The humans are absorbing the legacy they have received at a startling rate—since sacrifice cannot be avoided, our next step will be key."

"Hackzord, that is my army!" Blood Conqueror roared.

The Sky Lord turned a deaf ear to him. "You have all seen how exquisite the warring weapons that the humans have created are. More importantly, Primal Demons can also use them! If our race can absorb their legacy and use fiery rain and the iron birds for ourselves, we can also turn the tables on the Sky-sea Realm! Even if we lose the entire Blackstone region, the final victors of the Battle of Divine Will, will be us!"

Upon hearing about the infusion of new weapons, a light shone from Mask's hollow eyes.

Blood Conqueror boiled with rage. "And these losses could have originally been avoided—"

"Enough." The King finally spoke. "I already understand what you mean."

Hackzord felt his heart settle.

The King would not be influenced by their arguments and would only make his decision based on the actual situation. The other grand lords were still skeptical; but at least, they were not explicitly opposing to his claims. This way, the consensus adopted during the meeting could be quickly implemented. Otherwise, the quarrels and prevarications between the grand lords would waste large amounts of precious time. The hard-won pressure that the Western Front had exerted on the humans would be reduced to nothing by their indecision.

Although this was still different from Ursrook's call for going 'all out', it was the best result that he could get right now. As the most esteemed masterpiece of their race, the Deity of Gods itself was protected by a large number of troops, and this could be a guise for more support for the Western Front.

Of course, when this ultimate weapon reached the Land of Dawn, all of the humans' tactics would become meaningless.

"Silent Disaster's arrangements will remain unchanged. Continue to support the Western Front." The King's deep and stable voiced echoed in the Holy See. "When the Deity of Gods is complete, go to the human territory to seize the legacy shard. Shrink the Eastern Front southward, abandon some of the cities if it is necessary in order to reduce the loss of Inferior Demons—Before momentum of the offense and defense is reversed, they are also an important resource."

"As you command," all the grand lords replied.

"But Blood Conqueror is also right, delaying the Sky-sea Realm on the Eastern Front and swallowing the humans on the west was the established strategy for the third Battle of Divine Will. Now, we are forced to send the Deity of Gods to the Western Front, causing the deaths on the Eastern Front to increase substantially. Sky Lord… do you feel that none of this is your responsibility?"

In that instant, Hackzord felt an icy and eerie chill crawl up his spine. In his vision, the eyes on the Birth Tower all amalgamated together, forming one enormous, monstrous eyeball. Compared to this, he who was sitting in his seat seemed completely insignificant. Simply the pupil of the eye alone was enough to contain several of him. The eyeball hovered in the air, coldly staring at Hackzord, as though it could crush him into dust if it just made a small half of a roll forward. Under such pressure, he did not even think of opening a Distortion Door.

In the Presiding Holy See, the King was no different from god.

"Your ability is important, but that does not mean that I will ignore this matter—this will be the last accident that will occur in the Western Front plan, do not disappoint me anymore, otherwise…"

The King's displeasure did not need to be expressed by a loud voice, it revealed everything like a physical pressure crushing against Hackzord.

"I… understand."

The eye suddenly vanished, and with it the Holy See. The spire and mist at the Sky City appeared once more before Hackzord's eyes.

"Are you all right, my lord?"

"Don't mind it…"The Sky Lord slowly shook his head as he looked at Siacis beside him. He had originally thought that he had prepared himself to bear everything long ago, but when he was really facing the King's malice, his surging discomfort and resistance almost overwhelmed him.

These were no more than… spontaneous reactions.

Hackzord closed his eyes.

Everything was for the race.

He had already done his best.