The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

"...Perhaps so... After all, aside from Chaos, I really cannot explain why they possess such terrifying strength."

After a pause, he continued to speak.

"At least in the ancient texts, there is no record of such a terrifying existence on the Ancient Continent... We must prepare for the worst, the world across the sea may have already fallen!"

The moment he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the great hall was like a pot of boiling water, splashing out from the burning furnace!

"Chaos?!"

"How is that possible! Even if the false gods across the sea are useless, they wouldn't just stand by and watch as their followers are corrupted by Chaos!"

"But... after all, a thousand years have passed in the world outside."

"So what!"

"Enough! What we need to discuss now is what to do, not how the world beyond the sea is!"

The noisy buzz filled the entire hall.

Sitting on the Yellow Essence Throne, Iz's face was as calm as water, his expression frighteningly grim.

Seeing that no one believed him, Trakel was anxious.

And at this moment, High Priest Zel suddenly stepped forward, looking at the Holy King with a fluctuating expression and said.

"Your Majesty, whether or not it is a threat from Chaos, the loosening of the Great Barrier is an undeniable fact. I think we should respond to this crisis cautiously."

After a pause, he continued to speak.

"To be safe, I suggest you send envoys to the surrounding tribes to negotiate peace and invite their envoys to Assam City to discuss the reinforcement of the Great Barrier... This not only concerns the interests of our Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom but also the stability of the entire Gana Continent. I think they will not refuse. And we can also take this opportunity to weaken their strength, for example, letting them go first..."

The Holy King Iz nodded slightly, about to speak, when Kuchal stepped forward, folding his claws into fists, and solemnly advised.

"Your Majesty, there's no need for such trouble. Just give me ten thousand clansmen, and I will make those filthy guys regret extending their claws to this sacred land!"

When he reached this point, he glanced disdainfully at Trakel and said mockingly.

"By the way... I'm curious to see what kind of creatures can run on their bellies without hands and wheels."

The generals in the hall burst into unrestrained laughter, all eyes filled with contempt fell on Trakel along with Kuchal.

Trakel clenched his claws, gritting his teeth, but could only swallow his resentment.

Kuchal was a noble of the Elder Council, his family serving the Dragon God for generations, whereas he had only undergone the "Hunting Mark" baptism. The difference was like that between the blazing sun and starlight.

Obviously, the esteemed Holy King also trusted this military leader more.

Trakel sighed inwardly.

As expected, the Holy King sitting on the Golden Throne only pondered for a moment before issuing an order.

"Kuchal, I order you to lead thirty thousand Armored Dragon Soldiers to the northern coast and wipe out the enemies coming from the sea!"

"Yes!"

On hearing this, Kuchal was invigorated, fists clasped in salute, and eagerly stepped toward the outside of the hall.

Thirty thousand Armored Dragon Soldiers!

With such a force, it would be enough not only to eradicate a band of thieves but even to destroy a kingdom!

Watching the departing Kuchal, many generals were envious, regretting they hadn't stepped up earlier, letting this opportunity slip away.

Seeing the clansmen in the hall not taking the enemies from the sea seriously, Trakel was anxious, and finally couldn't help but once more address his concerns.

"Your Majesty, I have no objection to your wise decision, but General Kuchal is still unfamiliar with the cunning and treacherous enemy... I fear his negligence will cause our Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom warriors to bleed in vain, please allow me to accompany him!"

His voice was full of earnestness.

The Holy King Iz looked at him and continued with a majestic voice.

"Trakel, I understand your desire to redeem yourself, but also please keep the bigger picture in mind and trust our General Kuchal... His bravery and wisdom are not inferior to yours."

"Yes..." Trakel lowered his head, unable to agree, but had to comply.

The Holy King's command was absolute.

To defy the Holy King's authority would have consequences even more severe than losing a war.

Moreover, Lord Iz's words were not wrong.

General Kuchal was a noble of the Elder Council, born into a prominent military family, with far more experience commanding large armies than himself.

Not only that, but his Soul Level far exceeded that of someone from a common background like himself!

Seeing Trakel submit, Iz showed a look of approval on his face, nodding slightly, and continued.

"As for you... I have a more important task for you."

Trakel's expression became serious, and he immediately said.

"Please instruct me!"

Iz waved his hand to the side, signaling a court attendant to bring forward a golden token, which was handed to the kneeling Trakel.

"The loosening of the Great Barrier concerns not only the stability of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom but also the safety of the entire Gana Continent! Now, Trakel, I command you, in the capacity of an envoy of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, to visit the Tide, Sand Ridge, and Wind Roar tribes, bringing them this news... You shall tell them that the crisis foretold in the prophecy has arrived, and according to the vow our ancestors made before the Dragon God, it is time to unite against the external threat! I hope they can let go of past grievances and send envoys and priests to Assam City on the Holy Lake."

"We will collectively discuss the countermeasures on the Holy Altar!"

Trakel clasped his fists.

"At your command!"

Though injured, this did not prevent him from embarking on a journey for the fate of the kingdom and his people.

Besides—

Perhaps the Holy King appointed him as the envoy to make those stubborn old opponents realize how terrible the enemies from the sea are, having him, the survivor of that skirmish, as the envoy.

For the Lizardmen, using visual information transmission is a far more straightforward method than letters...

Thus, Trakel embarked on the journey with the diplomatic mission.

On the other side, Kuchal, having received the holy orders, led the assembled thirty thousand Armored Dragon Soldiers in a grand march toward the northern coastline.

The moment that will decide the fate of the Gana Continent is approaching!

And at this moment, no one noticed, not even a hundred kilometers from the Holy Lake atop a mountain peak, two Lizardmen were stretching their necks, looking towards Assam City.

After a long journey, they finally followed the incomplete tracks, through dense rainforests and rugged hills, to this place.

Gazing at the massive city standing in the lake, the two little players were immediately stunned by the sight before their eyes.

"Wow... this modeling!"

"It's way too realistic!?"