Chapter 362 Eat the Puppet Tribe First

Supreme Council, world decision-making center.

This is a special organization specially established to fight against the powerful monks from the main world. In just ten years, it has become the center of power in the puppet ancestral world.

Under strong pressure, the previous discord with each other was temporarily suppressed, and power was highly concentrated.

This day.

The highest alarm suddenly sounded.

The spiritual projections of thirteen institute directors who stand at the top of the world's power gathered together.

In the huge conference hall, the atmosphere suddenly became depressing.

"He is back."

"are you sure?"

"Reports from the front line indicate that the realm of mist is expanding, and some people claim to have personally seen a man in white who calls himself the Lord of the Lost."

"Where's that guy?"

"Brought it."

Captain Jia stood in the center of the venue, his head lowered in awe, not daring to look up at anyone.

Everyone present, to him, is a big figure who only exists in legends, and everyone can easily decide his life or death.

"Have you met the Lost Lord?"

"Yes, it is."

Captain Jia's voice was trembling. His long-term awe for the Supreme Council made him more nervous than if he were venturing into the realm of mist.

"What did he say?"

"He said he was here again, and this time he hoped to receive a warm reception from the Supreme Council."

The air suddenly became silent.

The next moment, anger erupted like a volcano.

"Arrogant!"

"Has he forgotten how we beat him out ten years ago?"

"We could win ten years ago, and we can still win ten years later!"

"This is a declaration of war!"

"We should no longer have illusions. No matter how heavy the price is, we still have to protect our world!"

Captain Jia's head was covered in cold sweat, and his back was already wet.

Even if it was just the pressure spread invisibly by the big shots, it was not something that a second-level puppet fighter like him could withstand.

Fortunately, someone immediately remembered him.

"Your information is very useful. I will record you as a second-class meritorious service. Come on down."

"Thank you, committee members!"

Captain Jia's mood immediately brightened, and his longing for the future overcame the tension and fear in his heart.

A second-level great achievement, the rewarded resources plus his own accumulation over the years, are enough for him to break through to the third-level puppet fighter in a short time.

And if you give him credit, he probably won't be silenced.

After all, he still can't figure out the identity of the man in white he saw in the Mist Realm, so he has been wandering around in vain for so many years.

That is why, in order to prevent panic from spreading, silence is a cheap and effective method.

When Captain Jia withdrew, the tense atmosphere fell into silence again.

"Can you really win?"

A committee member who looked slightly younger said in a harsh voice.

There was a hint of fear in his voice that even he couldn't detect.

Ten years ago, his teacher, who was like a god in his heart, died in that war.

And it was precisely because he took over the teacher's position that he could sit in this position above ten thousand people not long after becoming a fifth-level puppet fighter.

"You have to fight to know."

"His contempt is our best opportunity. Ten years ago, we were able to seize the opportunity and hurt him, leaving him unable to expand.

Ten years later, we are much stronger than before.

This time, there is no reason for us to lose."

"What do the ancient puppet tribe say?"

"At this time, they should stop clinging to our hatred of each other. We have a common enemy."

"They want us to agree to a condition."

"What?"

"Hand over the fire."

"Haha, they have a good plan.

Our ancestors worked hard to control fire for us.

All our most important technologies are developed based on fire. If we hand over fire, even if we defeat the Lost Lord again today, sooner or later we will become a vassal of the puppet clan again."

"But if we don't agree, they may directly cooperate with the Lost Lord. After all, don't forget that the Lost Lord came because of the rock giant.

They are of the same race."

"The importance of the fire cannot be overstated. No one except the Supreme Council can get involved in the fire."

"Their courage has been defeated by us over the years, and they will not make decisions so easily."

The president, who was sitting at the main seat, rubbed his brows with a look of fatigue on his face, setting the tone.

Then he asked the president's secretary on the side.

"What did the intelligence team say?"

"After fighting for so long, we still don't even understand the purpose of the Lost Lord. His actions don't seem to be just to avenge the rock giant."

"Insufficient information makes it impossible to draw specific conclusions. However, some inferences about the Lost Lord have been sent to you."

Everyone started to read the inference report that the intelligence team had been working on for ten years.

"Revenge? Destroy the world? Capture slaves? Develop resources..."

Each inference is given the intelligence sources referenced by the intelligence team, and they all seem to be somewhat reasonable.

But it makes sense but it doesn’t make sense.

"Are the god-transformation monks in the upper realm so powerful, or are we on the wrong path for so many years?"

Suddenly someone closed the report and muttered to himself.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain it. In terms of power, a lost lord is a god, which is equivalent to a fifth-level puppet fighter.

The result was a war ten years ago.

The opponent was alone, and our own side came out with thirteen fifth-level puppet fighters, fifteen super-large puppet battle beasts, and millions of low- and mid-level puppet fighters. They were confident that they could conquer the power of the main world, but they were at a disadvantage.

.

That was a fighting style they had never experienced before.

Each of the super-large puppet war beasts lost their fighting power, and each of the puppet fighters lost contact with their puppet partners. They were completely enveloped in the fog and lost their traces.

"First stabilize the ancient puppet clan and prevent them from intervening in the battle, and then..."

The president took a deep breath and said word by word:

"Start the final plan!"

"We need stronger power."

The venue fell silent again.

Obviously everyone understands what the ultimate plan is and what the risks of this plan are.

But after a brief calm, there was a unanimous voice of approval.

"Suzaku Research Institute seconded the proposal!"

"Yinglong Research Institute seconded the proposal!"

"The Xuanwu Research Institute seconded the proposal!"

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"
To be continued...