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Chapter 1079 The Rationality of the Immortal Species

Anvien Continent.

The cold metal walls reflected the eerie blue light emanating from the node core stabilizer.

This added a touch of solemnity to the Night Watch base located in the heart of the continent of Anvian.

A well-equipped squad of Soul Keepers, codenamed "Ashbringers," is taking a short break.

Captain Raine Anvil, a dwarf warrior known for his composure and tenacity, was maintaining his rune-inscribed greataxe with a whetstone.

In a corner, the elven ranger "Windwhisper" Lila and the human fire mage "Explosive Flame" Calvin were arguing in hushed tones about the efficiency of a certain spell model.

The orc shieldbearer "Barrier" Gruk leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, closed his eyes to rest, and made a soft snoring sound.

Suddenly, the unassuming Night Watchman's standard wristband on Raine's wrist vibrated slightly.

He then opened the channel, and a message that was visible only to him appeared on the channel.

After quickly glancing at the screen, a knowing look of "I knew it" flashed across Ryan's rugged face. Then, he couldn't help but grin upwards, revealing a set of solid white teeth, and even let out a sneer.

"Ha! It really is these 'old friends'! All the fleas on the list have popped up, saving us the trouble of searching for a needle in a haystack."

His loud voice instantly shattered the silence of the base.

The excitement in his tone was tinged with undisguised malice.

Lila and Calvin, who were still arguing, immediately stopped, and even Gluck, who had been pretending to sleep, suddenly opened his big, bell-like eyes and stared sharply at the captain.

The three of them exclaimed almost simultaneously, "Captain, a mission has arrived?!"

"That's right!"

Raine stood up, his short, stocky body rising like a small mountain, exuding an imposing aura.

He casually projected the information into the air, allowing the team members to clearly see the familiar royal emblems.

"What day is today? The opening day of the World Conference in the Hall of the Universe."

"Judging from the timeline, the first 'shock education' session just ended not long ago. 'Killing the chicken to scare the monkey'? Hmph, we've been waiting for this show to begin ever since the Candlelight Council finalized its internal plan."

Calvin leaned closer to the projection, his fingertips tracing the emblems, a wicked smile like a hunter locking onto his prey appearing on his face.

"Tsk tsk tsk, why don't these parasite kings and nobles who are lying in their ancestral lands ever learn their lesson?"

"The thunderous purge of the last 'serf revolution' knocked down their claws that allowed them to trample on the common people at will. Did they really think that the country was still their ancestral private property, which they could squander on the lives of their people to fill their pitiful vanity?"

His tone was full of disdain, "It seems that the idea that 'the country belongs to its people' is still stuck in the minds of some people, with the old rust still not completely scraped off."

They were also participants in the last operation and performed well in it, in connection with the aforementioned countries.

So they will be in charge of the operation again this time.

It can be said that he is very good at it.

Ryan slammed his hand heavily on the alloy table in front of him, making a dull thud, and surveyed his teammates with an air of triumph.

"Alright, guys! Enough chit-chat. It's time for us to step in and help these 'backward' kingdoms 'improve' a bit."

His eyes gleamed with determination: "The goal—to propel them from the corrupt feudal autocracy into a new parliamentary era."

Lila gracefully bowed and replied.

"The last revolutionary storm only forcibly stripped them of their privilege to wantonly harm civilians, allowing civilians to stand up straight for the first time and see hope."

"But change cannot be achieved overnight. The vitality and progress shown by those countries that have taken the lead in completing parliamentary reforms in recent years are like lighthouses in the dark, silently illuminating the surrounding areas."

"The seed of 'wanting more' in the hearts of ordinary people has already quietly sprouted under the nourishment of dignity and hope."

Gluck's deep voice rang out, carrying a sense of worldly wisdom and vicissitude.

"And we, the Night Watchmen, have been guiding thought, disseminating information, and supporting popular education in the shadows for the past few years..."

"Isn't it all about making the soil for this 'influence' more fertile? Now, it's time for more kingdoms to break free from the chains of the old era."

Change doesn't happen overnight.

The rule of kings and nobles lasted for over a thousand years, deeply ingrained in people's minds.

In this situation, although they sparked revolutions, they only led some countries to enter parliamentary systems ahead of schedule.

This severely damaged the rights of the noble lords, at least significantly weakening their ability to persecute commoners.

However, in most countries, the king still ruled, and some commoners obtained official positions, gaining governance power and status.

However, some nobles who switched sides very quickly still retained their status.

In fact, the changes after the last revolution were almost unstoppable, and there was no longer any need for the night watchmen to do anything.

But after all, the void is about to arrive.

There will definitely be some people in the World Parliament who don't understand the situation and will jump out.

These people will become victims used to deter other countries' powers.

Let's help these countries accelerate their evolution.

……

Meanwhile, in a luxurious conference room in the city of the Tower Ring, which was not open to the public and was equipped with powerful soundproofing and anti-detection barriers, the atmosphere was so heavy it was almost palpable.

Emperor Augustus VII of the Human Empire, the Lion King of the Orc Empire, and the four Elven Overlords of the Tete Continent's Boundary Council.

For the first time ever, they all gathered together.

This almost represents the will of the most powerful nation/race-level forces in the world of Aegir, apart from the Night Watch.

After a brief silence, King Kane's sharp golden eyes were the first to fall on the Sun King Arendil, who sat as still as a statue. His rough voice carried a deliberate, almost provocative, probing tone.

"So, what do you think of the Night's Watch's plan, which is almost like 'ceding territory and abandoning people,' now that you have held power over the continent for thousands of years?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "overlord," and the centuries-long border skirmishes between orcs and elves on the continent of Anveen made the question inherently inflammatory.

Therefore, they would never miss an opportunity to make a sarcastic or sarcastic remark.

Sun King Elandil raised his eyelids, his golden eyes calm and undisturbed, his voice as unchanging as the trajectory of stars throughout the ages.

"Naturally, we will follow His Majesty Cana's instructions and fully cooperate with the Night's Watch's plans."

His answer was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation or additional conditions.

This overly "compliant" attitude caused both Emperor Augustus and King Kane to frown.

The two ambitious and brilliant monarchs exchanged a doubtful glance.

The unusual silence of the four Elven kings at the meeting in the Hall of the Universe, offering almost no substantial objections, was highly unusual in itself. Given the pride of the Elves and their deep attachment to their homeland, this reaction was far too abnormal.

It's important to know that before the rise of the Night's Watch, the Elves still maintained their reputation as dominant powers, although their actual control had long since waned.

But the elves' personalities and deeds still circulate in the world.

For example, the possession of the continent of Tate, the center of the continent.

This is the ancestral land of the elves, and no rebellious force dares to invade it.

Even the slightest impact will result in a heavy blow from the spirits.

The Night's Watch, in their meeting today, were practically telling them to give up.

Queen Morvela of the Night let out a very soft, contemptuous sneer.

Her deep, moon-like eyes swept over the two human and orc rulers, making no attempt to conceal her sense of superiority.

"Ha, pitifully short-sighted creatures. Can't you even see the true picture on the chessboard by now?"

Emperor Augustus suppressed his displeasure, maintained his imperial composure, and asked in a deep voice, "I would like to hear the Queen of the Night's opinion."

He, the emperor, was not even a hundred years old.

The queen in front of me is probably thousands of years old.

Morvela leaned forward slightly, her eyes cold, her tone resolute: "The Night Watch, Your Majesty Kana, have only one goal: to protect the world of Aegira itself."

"This cause is great and pure, so selfless that it is almost sacred. And our one true god is someone who has made a pact with the world's will, Aigera."

"It is no exaggeration to say that He is the agent of the will of this world, the ruler!"

Her icy gaze swept over the two monarchs.

"You should thank Him for being a god with a grand vision and supreme mercy. If He had not been unwilling to let a large-scale civil war break out when the great enemy of the void is at hand, thus depleting the world's vitality, then your ridiculous doubts and resistance at the meeting today would not have been possible..."

"Hmph, you and your kingdom have probably long since turned into astral dust."

She paused, her tone carrying a hint of cruel pity.

"Optimistically speaking, if we can preserve half of the territory and lives of the Night's Watch in the frenzy of the Void Apocalypse, it will be an unimaginable and great victory!"

“And you,” she pointed to the two monarchs whose expressions were shifting, “are still fantasizing about being able to completely preserve your pitiful, doomed ‘kingdom’ territory? How utterly foolish.”

Although her sarcasm was blunt, it was also a reminder to the two of them.

After all, they're on the same side now.

That's true for everyone in the world now.

Elf is arrogant, but he knows what is important and what is urgent.

King Kane's pupils contracted sharply, and his massive lion paws instinctively gripped the armrests of the chair, making a slight creaking sound.

He stared intently at Morvira, then slowly swept his gaze over the other three calm elven rulers: "So... the four of you have already made preparations... to completely abandon the elven homeland of the Tete Continent?"

This conclusion sent a chill down his spine.

That was so decisive; it's hard to believe an elf would do something like that.

King Alandir of the Sun slowly nodded, and the other three kings silently expressed the same resolute determination.

"We made this clear before the meeting even started."

Arendil's voice remained calm, yet it contained an undeniable power.

The resolute attitude of the four Elven kings was like a bucket of ice water poured over Augustus and Cain.

They knew that the elves, as the "overlords" who had ruled the continent for thousands of years, had an immeasurable guiding effect on other forces in the world, especially those wavering small and medium-sized kingdoms and city-states.

If even the proudest and most home-loving elves accept everything without resistance, then the vast majority of forces will likely choose to follow immediately.

This prestige and influence, which stems from a long history, cannot be completely reversed in a short period of time simply by having a true god.

A simple, tentative meeting was unnecessary given the uncompromising "big picture" approach of the four elven kings.

The two monarchs, burdened with heavy thoughts and deeper doubts, rose to take their leave.

Once the heavy alloy door of the conference room closed silently, isolating it from the outside world, Queen Morvela of the Night finally shed the cold mask she wore when facing foreigners, and unabashedly lashed out at the door with another sarcastic remark.

"What pathetic creatures, blinded by their own small world."

King Alandir gently stroked the armrest of his throne, his tone carrying a hint of understanding indifference.

"There's no need to be too demanding. Even with the blessing of legendary power, their lives are only a few hundred years long. To ask them to look ahead to a thousand or ten thousand years in the future, like we do, is indeed asking too much."

"For them, their kingdom, their dynasty, perhaps their very existence is only this short."

His words revealed that the immortal species have a completely different perception of time scales.

The aged and peaceful voice of the elder of nature, Orophon, rang out, carrying a hint of barely perceptible calculation.

"This is not a bad thing for us. The fewer people fight for and think about the 'post-victory' landscape, the more resources and discourse power we elves can seize and dominate in the future 'golden age'."

"The revival and rise of the elves will be able to unfold more quickly and thoroughly."

At this moment, Ilúvatar, the stargazer who had been silent and seemingly lost in thought, suddenly turned his eyes, which seemed to contain the endless starry sky, to Morvira and asked, "Morvira, has 'over there'... a 'guest' contacted you?" His voice was ethereal and direct.

Morvira's eyes narrowed slightly, then she nodded frankly: "Yes, the 'Wind Messenger' of the Astral Elves."

Ilúvatar's gaze sharpened, as if it could pierce through the soul: "Remember, Queen. Those astral visitors, though they may resemble us in appearance and have 'elf' in their names, are not of the same origin or kind as us."

He paused for a moment, then emphasized, word by word, "The roots of our Tate elves can be traced back to ancient times; in essence, we are a branch of the evolution of 'humanity'."

"This point is etched in our blood and in the dust of history, and cannot be confused. Do not let similar appearances deceive your mind."

Movira raised a delicate eyebrow, a hint of displeasure at being questioned in her expression: "Do you think I'm a fool who's easily fooled by appearances?"

The Stargazer shook his head slightly: "No. I'm just worried that, over the long years and under the influence of the name 'elf,' arrogance will quietly grow, blurring the crucial boundaries of cognition. Especially in the face of... the allure of the 'Golden Age.'"

He looked at the still clear rationality in Movira's eyes and softened his tone, "But now it seems my worries were unnecessary. Very good."

Sun King Alandir's gaze became incredibly deep and serious as he surveyed his three companions, his voice low and powerful.

"Gentlemen, our eyes must be firmly fixed on the 'golden age' that is bound to come."

"In order to gain an advantage in that prosperous era and win a glorious future for the elves... all sacrifices, abandonments, and even seemingly generous 'gifts' before that are worthwhile stakes. This is the true ambition that elves should have."

His eyes burned with a fervent longing for the distant future. "Compared to this ultimate goal, the arguments at the meeting about troop strength, resources, and defense lines, the attachment to the present territory... all seem so insignificant, so trivial." (End of Chapter)