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Chapter 447: Cardinal Lanchi Happens to Have a Wide Network of Connections in the Empire
Chapter 447: Cardinal Lanchi Happens to Have a Wide Network of Connections in the Empire
The towering Anti-Magic steel pillar reached towards the ceiling, its intricate runes flickering in and out of sight in the dim light. Below it, the Great Lover knelt before Planar, his gaze focused.
In this enclosed cell, their conversation became a quiet and solemn ritual, as if the surrounding cold and silence were listening intently to their words.
"So give it up, Your Majesty," Planar said in a low voice. "The Protoss Empire is beyond saving unless you can get Loki McCarthy to wholeheartedly believe in us..."
"But that's obviously impossible. Even if he's willing to sell his soul to us, we can't possibly trust our lives to him and gamble on a losing battle with less than a 10% chance of success."
His innate magic, Clairvoyance, was still in its early stages and beyond his control, but over the years in the underground Helrom Prison, he had intermittently and unpredictably glimpsed the real-time situation above ground, sometimes near and sometimes far.
"...…"
Antanas and Sinora, standing on either side, exchanged glances but showed no signs of speaking up.
As old friends of Planar, they were somewhat inclined to trust his judgment because together they didn't amount to half of Planar's intelligence, let alone when you added Talia into the mix.
However, their gazes soon turned to the black-haired, green-eyed figure, awaiting the King's decision.
Having sworn their allegiance, they would follow him regardless of his choice.
"So why, Planar, do you think the odds are so low?"
The Great Lover paused for a moment before asking again.
He decided not to waste his energy explaining to these three great demons who Loki McCarthy was.
Earlier, even after repeatedly emphasizing to Antanas on the fourth floor that he was a man, she still refused to believe him.
Without seeing his true form, these three great demons probably wouldn't believe that the black-haired, green-eyed Great Lover before them was merely a puppet.
It would be better to wait until they left Helrom Prison and invite them to see his true self in the principal's office of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy's Redmond Building. Seeing was believing.
"Once we choose Loki McCarthy, we will also be drawn into new dangers with him."
Planar believed that the new king understood what he meant—the odds of success the new king asked about were based on the premise that they could persuade Loki McCarthy to sell his soul to them, the demons.
"With the various forces in the Protoss Empire having their own agendas, I am trapped underground and cannot discern the undercurrents at play or the strong individuals hiding behind the Empire's turmoil. Given our demonic forces' combat strength, even with prior intelligence, we may not be able to emerge victorious in the end."
Planar fixed his eyes on the new king, confident that he needed no further explanation.
Unless the new king could reach the ninth stage and possess the ability to single-handedly take on two or three resurrected Church Cardinals, their chances of victory would be slim.
Based on what Planar had seen, even if they joined forces with all the might of the Demon World and identified their enemies, they might not be able to match any one of the opposing forces.
"Can you defeat the Empire's Grand Sage, Isis, on your own, Your Majesty?"
Planar asked, curious as he had heard from his sister, Sinora, that the new king was powerful. If the new king could surpass the mightiest generals of the Demon World from back when they were below the ninth stage, there might be a glimmer of hope.
"No, I can't."
The Great Lover shook his head.
That was too much to ask of a fourth-stage being.
Planar's response was expected, and he averted his gaze, his eyes conveying—
Our hopes are slim, and it will be difficult for us to be the ultimate victors.
"May I hear your thoughts on this, Planar?"
The Great Poet poured half a cup of wine for Praline, signaling him to slowly share his thoughts.
Praline watched as the new king poured him wine, feeling a bit tense. This was clearly not in line with the demonic etiquette, but he couldn't do anything about it. He could only wait for the new king to finish pouring and then raise his cup in a toast.
Praline took a sip of the Snowfield Liquor, his eyes fixed on the Great Poet. As a rational demon, what Praline truly desired was a demon king who could listen to his ideas, not a tyrant who would force him to act impulsively.
But he had never dared to imagine such a thing.
Only when Praline silently put down his empty cup did he speak again.
"To gain the entrance ticket to the Prottos Empire's victory, we need at least two general-level forces. The rest is a competition of intelligence. We're not sure if the enemy will have three or four general-level strongmen, not to mention the rules of Helheim. Sometimes, what determines victory or defeat isn't just combat power. Military force is only our last resort."
His voice had a bit more fluctuation, and his expression was more serious.
The three of them, former demonic scholars, together could only defeat one general of the demonic army. They had a disadvantage against physical generals but an advantage against magical generals.
"General-level?" The Great Poet felt that the units were getting more and more complicated.
"Probably equivalent to the current Cardinal Bishop of the Rebirth Church, the strongest among the eighth stage," Praline explained.
For example, the known forces of the Overlord's side had at least two Cardinal Bishop-level strongmen, so they needed at least two general-level forces to counter them.
Based on what he saw that day in the battle on the northern border of the Snowfield, the gray-robed eighth-stage seal master was probably the Silent Bishop, Askasong. And the mysterious black-robed figure, even Praline couldn't analyze where he came from.
The situation could get even worse. If handled improperly, even the neutral Great Sage, Isis, and the Duke of Belenhardt might temporarily help the opposing camp.
But this was only the current known intelligence. The Prottos Empire's behind-the-scenes forces clearly had more unknowns.
In Praline's view, the current Prottos Empire was a big round table of powerful figures, with each side occupying a piece of the pie chart. Before reaching the critical point, no one knew how much of the pie chart they occupied, and they could only estimate.
The more pie chart they occupied, the greater their chances of winning.
Ideally, Praline naturally hoped that their demonic side could occupy more than half of the pie chart. That way, not only could they guarantee a stable win, but even if something unexpected happened, they would still have the power to flip the table.
However, to flip the table, even a ninth-stage plus their forces might not be enough.
Because once they chose to flip the table, they would have to challenge all the other forces.
So Praline could only take a step back and hope that their demonic side could occupy a larger pie chart.
The actual situation was that the demonic side currently occupied too small a pie chart, even if they entered the scene. They couldn't guarantee that they could stop the potential true enemy from flipping the table.
The Great Poet understood. The generals of the demonic world back then were probably equivalent to the Cardinal Bishop-level existences.
Now that Siegrid was sealed, the three great demonic clans combined could only supplement their side's only general-level force. They calculated that in three days, they could only have one general-level force. Praline might still think that the Great Poet was also a general-level force, but in reality, this guy was truly only first-stage, with no limit to his magic.
However, Lanqi thought that the situation wasn't as bad as Praline thought.
Because Askasong and the black-robed figure weren't at full strength...
As long as they could take out their old friend Askasong first, Siegrid wouldn't only be unsealed but also become stronger. With this advantage, they could immediately open up a two general-level gap.
(End of Chapter)
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