Chapter 1404: Chapter 1243: The Son’s Lie
Damn it! I shouldn’t have brought him here!
Seeing the bottle already half-empty and Taurus’s face quickly turning dark, Leon sprang up directly from his seat, grabbing his red-haired son back.
"Cough... business is urgent! Business is urgent!"
Emphasizing repeatedly that there is important business to attend to, Leon managed to block Taurus’s questioning and said seriously:
"Today, we’re mainly... uh... where were we just now?"
"All planes that have birthed root remnants have been forcibly connected together."
"Ah right, the root planes! Mainly the issue with these root planes!"
Gratefully glancing at the crab board member for the reminder, Leon cleared his throat to mask his embarrassment, then covered the mouth of the small red-haired, and said solemnly:
"To accomplish this, we need Fredri with the dream root, Number 2 with the astral root, and Numbers 11 or 12 who can command the spirit domain, so I think, in these months we’ve been searching for the Graveyard Dominator, something must have happened over at Old Soil.
Either Number 2 decided to collaborate with Fredri, or Number 2 was ambushed by Fredri while plotting something, and now we must prepare for the worst-case scenario."
The worst-case scenario...
Although Leon didn’t say what the worst-case scenario was, the board members understood it to be the death of the Hanging Horn Star Gorge Dominator, Master of Ten Thousand Spirits, and Sublime Dominator, with the roots of the astral, spirit, and will all being seized, Fredri’s power would surge drastically.
"Director, I have a question."
After thoughtfully blinking, Capricorn’s virtual image asked:
"Putting aside whether the worst-case scenario has actually occurred, is the merging of all root planes Number 1’s conspiracy or the desperate struggle of the Hanging Horn Star Gorge Dominator? Is this situation good or bad for us?"
Good or bad?
After hearing Capricorn’s inquiry, Leon furrowed his brow in contemplation.
Considering the "worst outcome" hypothesis, currently Fredri holds the roots of the divine, astral, sky, spirit, will, moon, beast, and demon in totality, while personally wielding parts of the dream and ocean roots.
In this calculation, more than half of the roots "carried" by fourteen root remnants have fallen into her hands. The only way to counter her is to "pick up" those remaining roots she can’t take, namely the matter planes stripped of their roots and the surviving races on them.
Taking the Evil Abyss Dominator and the Hundred Thousand Evil Abyss as an example, after the entire Hundred Thousand Evil Abyss was destroyed, I packed its core fragments and surviving demons, bringing them to the present world via the Pure White Holy Mother, attempting to merge the fragments with the Abyss Hundred Prisons.
And after half a year of reconciliation, though I’ve only acquired a small amount of the [Evil] root, during root manipulation between Number 3 roots, I’ve experienced a significant enhancement, so looking at it this way...
"Whether there’s a conspiracy or not is uncertain, but the fourteen-plane merger is definitely a good thing for us!"
Summarizing my judgment briefly, Leon decisively stated:
"Regardless of any conspiracy involved, to oppose Fredri, we must collect the remnants of those planes and the surviving races on them, we must do this and can only do this!
The most imperative thing now is time; if we can relocate the remaining planes and corresponding races to the present world before Fredri controls her roots, we gain the ability to resist her..."
"Bzzz!!!"
A somewhat piercing sound interrupted Leon, followed by the Virgo board member’s virtual image being projected from the Compass on the table, tensely informing:
"Director! Everyone! I’m already at the Boundless Wilderness, the situation here matches Joan’s assessment; the entire wilderness is collapsing slowly."
With Virgo’s words, her image slightly sidestepped to reveal the endless Boundless Wilderness behind.
Fierce winds swept over the yellow earth, boulders as big as fists seemed weightless, dancing wildly in the air with coarse gravel, what should be a vast fertile plain was full of erosion-made giant voids and dry river channels left by impetuous water flows.
Muddy bogs where leaves barely float neighbored cracked dry ground, not touching one another, as if all things fit for life were swept away by the rushing wind, leaving only patches of lifeless desolate zones behind.
"Looks like the dominator of the Boundless Wilderness is most likely dead."
Seeing the rapidly losing vitality land behind Virgo’s virtual image, Taurus sighed and then turned to Leon saying:
"Director, what about the Graveyard Dominator? How is his investigation going?"
"There’s no news yet."
Leon shook his head and said:
"The Graveyard Dominator’s investigative ability stems from the dead, but the native races of Hanging Horn Star Gorge, Ancestral Land of Ten Thousand Spirits, and Sublime Extremity are quite unique, upon death they either transform directly into stars or dissipate into basic spirit domain fluctuations, not truly dead."
