Haiyacheng, clifftop palace.

Idil's originally pale face was flushed, not knowing whether it was excitement or excitement.

"I have said a long time ago that we must first attack Alantis. As long as we kill Grantham and that old woman, other countries will definitely support me as the emperor, but you chose to divide the troops. What should we do now?"

The news of Locke's defeat had just been returned, and Idill seemed a little angry.

There was one person sitting on both sides of the throne of Idil's Emperor, and one on the left was the Norman King Frans, and one on the right was an old man from the sea tribe. The old man's scales had many folds on his face, two slightly protruding short corners on his forehead, and a red coral staff in his hand.

"It's not that you are too confident in defeating this battle. You think that you can calm Isaac and Kildan with a letter. If you follow Prime Minister Lulan's opinion, you should not take the initiative to attack Alantis before conquering the human countries." Frans did not show any mercy to Idir.

Idil was not outdone at all. "How much time and force will it take to conquer the human nations one by one? If Alantis is captured in one fell swoop, the other countries will inevitably surrender. I order the sea tribes and kingdom troops of Ruge to withdraw and attack Alantis with all their strength."

Frans snorted lightly, while the old man from the sea squinted his eyes as if he didn't hear it at all.

Idil was so angry that he suddenly stood up from his seat, blushed and shouted: "You must understand who is the master here? I am the Emperor of Light of the human race!"

"We say you are, you are. If our sea clan says you are not, you can change someone else to be the emperor of the human race at any time!" Lu Lan still did not open her slightly closed eyes when she said this, and her tone was filled with endless arrogance.

Idill looked at the Norman King in shock, but found that Frans seemed to have never seen his eyes.

Idil sat back on the chair in a discouraged manner. He was once very excited about the landing of the sea clan, thinking that he had finally waited for the opportunity to unify the entire Empire of Light. At this moment, he finally understood that no matter how much victory he won on the battlefield outside, it had nothing to do with him Idil. He, the Emperor of Light, was just someone else's puppet.

......

Far away in Alantis, another emperor, Grantham, was suffering like Idir.

Although he still has the support of the Three Kingdoms compared to Idil, Luge is almost destroyed among the Three Kingdoms, and Holo is in danger of protecting himself. Only Locke has a chance to breathe, but he doesn't care about him at all.

The dignified Emperor of Light is now only an isolated city of Alantis, and the city does not belong to him. The civil servants and military generals in the hall have become a quarrel, but no one comes to ask for his emperor's opinions.

A clean cough came from behind Grantham, and the hall immediately became quiet. He always knew that the city belonged to her, the queen who had already arranged everything for him.

The graceful voice of the emperor and the empress came from the bead curtain behind the throne of the emperor, "Prince, you have heard the opinions of all ministers. I want to know what the prince plans for the next battle?"

Prince Galah pondered: "Although the sea clan army is fierce, it is not invincible. The battle report just passed back from Locke is the best example. Although the imperial army has lost two consecutive games, it is not without the power to fight again. The 200,000 city guards and 100,000 imperial guards are on standby at any time, and the Northland Legion has been rebuilt. In addition to the remnants of the city and the noble private army retreating into the city, Alantis still has 700,000 elite human elites who can fight at any time; in terms of high-end combat power, the Magician Union has promised to fully cooperate with the Imperial army to participate in the war. In addition, Alantis' city defense is at risk, the sea clan and Norman's army cannot be fought even if it is twice as many."

Prince Gallach's passionate analysis made everyone in the hall, including Grantham, nodded constantly.

"With the prince here, the palace is not worried about the city defense of Alantis, but how can we drive these alien troops away and regain the lost territory of the empire?"

This time, Prince Galah was no longer so confident. He pondered for a long time before he spoke slowly, "If we lose the advantage of the city defense, our chances of winning against the opponent may be 55. If we want to completely defeat the sea clan army, we need hundreds of thousands of reinforcements to cooperate with the imperial army to fight."

After Prince Galach's words came to an end, the atmosphere in the hall became solemn again.

The Guangming Empire is now alone, with hundreds of thousands of reinforcements easy to say, but there is nowhere to be found. The Kingdom of Holo is still struggling to deal with the 300,000 orcs, so how can there be extra troops to help Alantis? Although the Locke army has won a new battle, it will never dare to draw foreign aid at this time. As for Isaac and Kildan, they helped Locke to lose his lips and teeth. For the Guangming Empire, they wished that Alantis City would be broken and consume more of the sea army?

Prime Minister Gurnoro suddenly spoke, "Actually, we are not without reinforcements. Don't forget that the headquarters of the Church of Light is still in the imperial capital? Faced with foreign soldiers coming to the city, can the church still be out of the matter?"

After Gurnoro finished speaking, the hall suddenly felt silent.

After a long time, the emperor and the empress's voice came from behind the pearl curtain again, "I understand, let's stop here for today's palace discussion."

......

In the Church of Light, Pope Selius V had been praying in front of the statue of Light for the whole afternoon, and the holy white light had been bathing his whole body.

When the Pope finished his day's prayer, the old pastor Victor stepped forward and whispered.

The pope had a faint smile on his lips, "Of course our Light Church cannot stay out of the matter, but we have to wait for the woman to speak on her own initiative. This war tore off the last fig leaf of the Light Empire's imperial family."

"Then I inform the Church of Light to prepare in advance, and the several knights who had withdrawn from the parishes of Norman and Ruge were still holding their anger!"

The Pope nodded, "Go, let them prepare to descend the wrath of God on those alien races! At the same time, the oracle of light was passed to various countries of the human race, the magician union, the mercenary union, the thief union and the Rangers Alliance. Everyone stopped internal struggles and worked together to expel the sea clan!"

Victor helped the Pope slowly down the steps and said casually: "I heard from the saint of flame that a stone with a broken seal appeared in the magic circle at the foot of the Holy Sword Peak. It was precisely because of the stone with a broken seal that the tribes jointly set up on the Blue Crystal Palace that gave the sea clan the opportunity to break through the shackles of the deep sea and land on the mainland."

The Pope sighed softly, "That broken seal stone may be the one lost in the imperial family back then. This can be regarded as retribution, so that the revenge of the sea tribe will be the first to come to our human tribe."

"Then should we unite with several other tribes?" Victor asked tentatively.

The Pope shook his head helplessly, "It's useless. This is the case within our human race, let alone the other tribes, the Star and Moon Guardians, are probably already quarrels now."

Victor stopped talking.
Chapter completed!