The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

They clearly understand in their hearts that the Holy King is currently in a fury, and any rebuttal might be seen as disrespect towards the Dragon God, ultimately resulting in a blood sacrifice to quell the Dragon God's wrath.

Kuchal is most likely dead; there is no need to speak for a dead man.

Mere cursing is not enough. Holy King Iz stood up in anger, his scales faintly glowing with a golden light, as if the Dragon God's will is burning within him.

"These filthy worms... If thirty thousand Armored Dragon Soldiers are not enough, then send three hundred thousand! Three million!"

"I want these foreign invaders who dare extend their dirty hands towards the Holy Blessing Land to know the dire consequences of provoking the Dragon God's majesty!"

The furious roar nearly extinguished the flickering flame in the fire pit; inside the Grand Hall, the air was scorching hot due to the Holy King's anger, making all the Lizardmen parched.

And just as this raging fury was about to sweep through the entire Royal Palace, a dignified yet elderly voice slowly sounded, like a spring flowing over, soothing the tumultuous aura.

"Please, calm your anger, Your Majesty."

At the main entrance of the hall, a figure draped in a deep black priest's robe slowly emerged.

Holding a Dragon Bone Staff in his hand, though old in appearance, his scales dried and cracked, he exuded an awe-inspiring dignity.

It was none other than Zel Tua, the High Priest of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom.

As the executor of the Dragon God's will in the mortal realm, he is the spiritual totem of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom second only to the Holy King, and the only one who can persuade the Holy King in a rage.

Upon seeing Zel, the furious Iz indeed calmed down, slowly returning to his throne.

"Do you have anything to say?"

"...What I wish to say, Your Majesty might have already realized."

Zel slowly raised his head, his cloudy eyes flickering with wisdom and caution.

"These foreigners are indeed not simple; they are unlike any we have encountered before, or else even the Great Barrier wouldn't have loosened... Even though we have realized this and given it enough importance, it's evident that we have underestimated their threat."

As these words fell, the atmosphere in the hall paused briefly, everyone remained silent, simply looking at each other.

Most nobles and commanders are unwilling to acknowledge this, after all, for over a thousand years, no external enemy has truly threatened their rule.

However, the bloody fact stands before them; thirty thousand Holy Armor Dragon Soldiers were annihilated in a single night, which cannot be explained by luck or chance.

Glancing at the nobles and commanders present, Zel continued in a low voice.

"Kuchal's defeat, though partly due to arrogance and carelessness, forces us to admit that these foreigners' methods far surpass those ordinary adventurers stranded on our shores. Not only do they possess powerful weapons and strange magic, but they also use unknown means to bypass the Great Barrier, continuously sending troops and supplies to our lands... These are things we have never faced before."

"Hmph!" Iz coldly snorted, clearly displeased with such remarks, "Are you saying that the strength of these outsiders surpasses ours and that we should bow down to them?"

"Not at all."

Zel gently shook his head and continued in a calm tone.

"Their strength is indeed formidable, but compared to the thousand years of accumulation by the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, it still falls short. I have no doubt your Strength surpasses theirs, yet even so, solely bearing the responsibility to safeguard the harmony and stability of the Gana Continent is not a wise move."

"Even if we can ultimately claim victory in a crushing manner, the conflict with these foreigners will still deplete our precious Strength, thereby providing an opportunity for those tribes coveting our prosperity."

"I understand you are enraged by Kuchal's foolishness and pity those Armored Dragon warriors who fell in battle, but now is not the best time for vengeance."

"Then when should we act? Just wait indefinitely?" Iz coldly scrutinized him, suppressing his fury, "Are we to wait until they've firmly established themselves on our land before taking action?"

"I assure you, they won't have that chance, nor will we wait so long."

Zel continued shaking his head, soothing the fury of Your Majesty, displaying a shrewd demeanor as he continued speaking.

"...The priests of other tribes will soon notice the loosening of the Great Barrier and will treat these foreigners with enough importance. Our most crucial task now is to remain calm and wait for Trakel's envoy to persuade the surrounding tribes to join us in striking, jointly defending the Great Barrier's stability, rather than letting the Armored Dragon Clan alone bear this ancient mission."

"In this way, we can not only neutralize the threat outside the Great Barrier but also deplete the Strength of various tribes, achieving a double benefit!"

Pausing briefly, he bowed his head humbly.

"I hope Your Majesty will think twice."

Upon hearing the earnest words, Iz, whose chest had been heaving, finally calmed his breath, falling into silence.

Indeed.

If relying solely on the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, even if victorious, there would inevitably be losses, far better to rally other tribes together.

He admitted, earlier he was indeed somewhat blinded by anger and lost his calm.