Chapter 1107: Chapter 781: Make Your Choice!
Ring Tower City.
North City.
Representatives from various factions have gathered in the meeting hall.
The tension in the air is as tight as a drawn bowstring.
On either side of the long table, the representatives from the world’s major forces exchange glances, their probing and skepticism almost palpable.
Their conflicts had already accumulated for millennia before they came here.
Thus, just arranging suitable seating for them took considerable effort from the Night Watchers; otherwise, placing two factions still warring outside together would undoubtedly lead to procrastination.
Some races are temperamental by nature, and sometimes, no matter how serious the occasion, anger could make them forget everything.
The interwoven relationships among the races are indeed a headache.
However, at this moment.
Even the most dim-witted know to keep silent, to maintain the required silence and decorum.
Because in this meeting.
This presence, which demanded their respect, sits quietly at the center.
In the hall.
At the highest point in the center.
On the sacred and magnificent divine seat.
Kana’s presence is like a silent abyss, causing all noise to instinctively lower.
Actually, the attendees never imagined that Kana would personally arrive, considering Kana is a "God".
The status is no longer that of a mere Night Watcher Leader.
But now, this God sits personally at the center.
No matter what this meeting intends to discuss, they are at a disadvantage.
The moment they saw Kana upon entering, they knew they would pay a price this time.
They just hope that the Night Watchers’ demands do not go beyond their bottom line; if they do.
...Then let’s negotiate once more.
Under divine might, even one’s inner thoughts must be minimized, truly oppressive.
As they felt discomfort.
Kana’s figure quietly vanished from the divine seat.
And the Night Watchers present slightly bowed their heads, as if bidding farewell.
In the view of many, Kana doesn’t need this method to deceive.
So they all believe Kana has truly left, allowing them to feel at ease.
During the discussions in the meeting, he will not intervene.
Immediately, the sound of breathing could be heard in the meeting room.
The pressure was indeed too much for them to handle.
Once everyone calmed down and the environment of the meeting room became more relaxed, a Night Watcher spoke.
"As you have witnessed," the Night Watcher military Commander Blake’s voice broke the oppressive silence, direct and forceful like an Iron Hammer striking an anvil.
"’Light Torch’ and the power of our Lord grant fallen souls the possibility to return to this world. But this is not for flaunting, let alone for subjugation."
He scanned the others with sharp eyes, "The Night Watchers’ request has never changed: stop the pointless infighting. The Void is approaching from beyond, and we are still shedding our last drop of blood over a few barren lands, a few ancient insults!"
Though he didn’t say so explicitly, in such moments one can almost directly point to the Elves.
Because in recent years, the actions of the Night Watchers have already cooled many regional wars.
The only faction that remained inactive were the Elves.
Elf Prince Orlean Morningstar elegantly put down the crystal cup in his hand, the sound of the cup bottom meeting the silent stone table was sharp and piercing.
"An awe-inspiring power, General Blake, Lady Bobot."
His voice was still pleasant, yet carried a blade-like edge, "However, power itself... is the re-shaper of Order. With the power to resurrect, how will the Night Watchers... or rather, the Savior Kana, wield this... ’mercy’?
"Will it become a sword hanging over the heads of all who disobey?
"After all, who can resist the lure of Life? And who can bear... the terror of being excluded from the ’resurrection’ list?"
Especially when the apocalypse approaches and war is rampant.
His golden eyes stared straight at the Night Watcher representatives, laying bare the deepest doubts in everyone’s hearts.
At this point, others somewhat admired this Elf Prince.
Though he seems both arrogant and annoying, being able to say such things at such a time and place proves that he, at least, has courage.
Now that someone opened up the discussion.
Others immediately followed.
"His Highness the Prince’s concerns... are indeed our worries!"
Duke Helian from the human nobility immediately chimed in, a reluctant smile on his fat face, sweat soaking the neck of his luxurious collar.
"Such a miracle... how do the Night Watchers intend to distribute it? Will it be limited to within the Night Watchers? Or... benefit allies? Or perhaps, what... price must be paid?
"Of course, we are not compelling anything, merely seeking some psychological comfort." He awkwardly rubbed his fingers, greed and fear intertwined in his eyes.
"Price?" Werewolf warlord Grom let out a coarse laugh, his crimson eyes swept across Helian, full of disdain, "Is that all you humans care about? We only have one question!"
He slammed the table fiercely, the immense power causing the silent stone to resonate, "Are the Night Watchers planning to use this thing as a whip, forcing all our tribes to bow to you?! To make us give up our hunting grounds, our blood feuds? Dream on!" He bared his fangs, showing unreserved hostility.
This is not an impossible scenario.
After all, Beastmen have only been free from enslavement for a few hundred years, which is why they particularly despise Elves.
They have internal conflicts too, with wars breaking out previously, but they subsided under the mediation and suppression of all parties.
