Ethan soon witnessed the true form of the Warlord.
He quickly doubted whether the thing sitting at the command table could be called human—though demihumans might look odd, there was at least a trace of human form visible, whereas the Warlord was merely an armor stand. He wore a helmet, but beneath it were no skin and bones, only darkness.
When all the officers left, the helmet turned toward them.
"Do you have anything to say?"
The voice was still thick and deep.
At this moment, Kane had been waiting for some time. Ignoring the demihuman officer who had fallen to the ground, he walked to the table, "To win this war, we need more powerful weapons, some weapons crafted by the Divine Spirit themselves, to turn the tide of battle!"
His eyes sparkled, unabashedly revealing his intentions.
The Warlord didn’t respond immediately but instead tilted his head to scrutinize him, "If you obtain this weapon, what do you intend to do with it?"
"Destroy the magical network."
Kane said, "As long as we can destroy the magical network, we will win the war. My view is different from theirs. The suppression is only temporary, which is actually good news for us."
Kane’s words successfully piqued the Warlord’s interest.
He was glad to hear some different voices amidst the stagnant morale. Whether Kane could fulfill his promise or not, it would bring a bit of vitality to this stifled war.
"The followers of those traitors have already played their final card. As long as we can decipher this card, they will be completely finished."
It seemed even the Warlord himself didn’t realize, as Kane spoke these words, he nodded in satisfaction, a subconscious gesture.
However, he had another question.
"How do you know about those weapons?"
Seeing the atmosphere in the command room grow tense, Ethan silently retreated to the door and closed it.
This armor stand seemed to have a bad temper; if a sentence wasn’t spoken well, it could result in death—this was the "final lesson" taught to them by that unknown demihuman giant at the cost of his life.
If this was a trial...
Then the Warlord was akin to an important NPC who issued the mission. The key to winning this war game was cracking the magical network.
Kane’s words were right on target.
But from a historical perspective, Kaisaros’s followers never found a way to crack the magical network until their defeat.
Perhaps it was because Kaisaros was always aggrieved by this defeat and set up such a trial, allowing future generations to continuously review, brainstorm, and find a method to break the stalemate.
So far, many humans have provided answers that satisfied Kaisaros.
Therefore, when dealing with humans, one still has to rely on the humans themselves.
Ethan always held humans in high regard when it came to internecine skills.
However, this trial seemed unable to change history. Ethan saw only an aged loser being sealed in a place no one knew, repeatedly imagining other possibilities as a means of self-consolation.
"Because of the seal, their powers can no longer directly descend upon this world. Otherwise, with their power, destroying the magical network wouldn’t even be considered difficult."
Kane continued, "But the Divine would never abandon their children."
Ethan listened quietly from the side. He suddenly realized that Kane was also skilled at speaking differently to different audiences, and his generous speech greatly appealed to the Warlord. For these utterly loyal creations of the Old Gods, flattering them was less effective than directly praising the Old Gods.
The Warlord nodded with increasing frequency, and Ethan almost saw a glimmer of light from the shadow beneath the helmet.
Oh my, this is just like me!
He seemed to see such emotions from the Warlord.
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Even with seals, even amidst betrayal, the Creator was still working hard for this world in places they couldn’t see.
This is why those disloyal remarks sounded particularly jarring and unforgivable to him.
"Weapons are the best medium to cross the seal and planes."
Kane proposed his idea, "As long as we can infuse the weapon with His power and hand it over to the right candidate, winning this war is only a matter of time. And as soon as the Elemental Shapers are defeated, we can launch a general attack on those traitors, then they will no longer be able to maintain the stability of the seal, at that time..."
Kane suddenly stopped short.
He had successfully stirred the Warlord’s interest, making this armor figure eagerly want to know the full scope of the plan.
The Warlord couldn’t wait to ask, "And what will happen then?"
"We also need an elite team that understands the essence of this world. They should ideally disguise themselves as one of the humans, infiltrating enemy lines, and at the crucial moment, deliver the final blow to those traitors to ensure the seal is completely torn apart."
As they spoke, the Warlord and Kane’s gaze simultaneously fell on Ethan and Lindong.
"This is a glorious mission."
After a long time, the Warlord said.
A familiar method of morale boosting, along with an undeniable tone of command.
This was the Warlord’s unilateral decision-making, and he never intended to give Ethan and Lindong the power to refuse, "We will cooperate with your actions."