"Kings... no, all living beings!"

Isabella stood at the highest point of this makeshift platform, her gaze upon the overwhelming array of creatures appearing remarkably calm and resolute... It was raining.

Although it wasn't a heavy rain, the fine raindrops still felt uncomfortable on my skin.

However, no one used any tools to shield themselves from the rain. Even the king was getting wet just like his subjects... Even Isabella, who now barely commands all life, was no exception.

Even though she was shivering from the cold, her voice remained firm and clearly heard through the rain... It seemed that Isabella had grown up. If she were still the same person, she would definitely be able to reach Isabella's standard of "graduation".

"The Silvermoon Tree Garden has been destroyed, the Dwarf Kingdom has been destroyed, and now... the World Tree Beast is destroying the Demon King's Territory, and next will be the Duchy and the Empire."

As Isabella spoke, she glanced down at the somber atmosphere below. Sensing the unpleasantness of the scene, she raised her hand high, pointed to the sky, and shouted, forcing a laugh, "Hahaha! It's alright!"

She smiled just like her father, Joseph.

It's okay? How could it be okay? Those were countries that everyone cherished, places where everyone's dreams and future should have been entrusted, and now they've been destroyed like this. How can it be okay?

"Because we will die too! We will definitely die!"

Isabella shouted confidently, even though it was a more tragic story, but after she said that... everyone's mood did improve a lot. I don't know what kind of wonderful chemical reaction it was.

"Are you sad? No... there's no need to be sad."

As Isabella spoke, amidst a deafening boom, she shouted, "If you're sad, then laugh! It's just death after all!"

The rain got heavier.

Isabella's golden hair was completely stuck to her face and clung tightly to her body, but her emerald green eyes shone even brighter in the dim sky.

"What we need is not sadness..."

But at this moment, Isabella's voice softened, losing its previous fervor. She calmly said, "Sadness is unnecessary, because the enemy is right there."

As she spoke, Isabella calmly pointed her finger at the World Tree Beast that was wreaking havoc in the direction of the Demon King's territory... This calmness was very similar to Isabella's calmness.

“That’s where the enemy is, so we don’t need to be sad… If we didn’t know what to do, then our sadness would be understandable, but that’s not the case.”

Isabella drew the attention of those looking at the World Tree Beast as she spoke, saying, "We know what we need to do... that is to fight! Slaughter! Vent! Until death!"

"Isn't it ridiculous? Because the ending is the same, we will all die... But since that's the case, let's make our deaths more beautiful, or rather, more interesting in line with the values ​​of our friends outside the forum."

Following Isabella's words, the gathered outsiders couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The footsteps of the World Tree Beast were drowned out by the thunder that resounded at the same time... no, they were actually mixed together, making it impossible to distinguish what was making the sound, even though there was an accompanying ground tremor.

You absolutely cannot tell the difference!

...

The following time was spent by Ulrichira and the generals of several other races explaining the tactics to come... This was the best option, because different races might have strategies and tactics that they could learn from each other.

Satan Ye, amidst the crowd, looked left and right... and found that everyone there was someone he recognized—all the other governors were there, his brothers and sisters from the Otherworld were there, the dragons from the Dragon Realm were there, and even that soul dragon uncle from the Spirit Realm was there.

The remnants of the Blood Realm were also there, and the angels flew around watching and talking with the demons of Hell... Even many cat cars had arrived in the Prime Material Plane, ready to fight.

Can the cat-shaped cart really fight?

(Cat cart: Meow?)

Mr. Ira's teachers and principal were also there, as were several other principals and former principals, and even the older brothers and sisters who looked like pirates... The mages of the Three Towers and the people of the Lothar Islands were also there.

It seems that every race and every faction has gathered here.

As Satan Ye thought this, she looked up at the gray sky, then lowered her head and rubbed her eyes with a hint of grievance as raindrops got into them... Mr. Ira must have made a lot of effort, right?

"We have received news that the World Tree Beast has destroyed the Demon King's territory, and its next target is the Empire... If the villages along the way cannot stop it, it will arrive by tomorrow morning."

After several generals completed their strategic deployment, Isabella sighed softly, but her fighting spirit remained undiminished as she said, "Hoo... Come on! Come on!! Come on!!!"

"Everyone! This is the look we need! This is the look we want! We are furious! We will unleash our anger! I have prepared an abundance of food! This is the culmination of the efforts of all living beings and all the chefs!"

"Let's tear the flesh and fruit apart fiercely! Then get a good night's sleep and prepare for tomorrow's decisive battle!"

Isabella raised her arms and shouted as she looked at the Mana of the angels and the outside world in the gradually darkening sky, which covered the entire plain and blocked out the wind and rain, leaving only a beautiful sky where the stars could be seen.

Then, the chefs brought out the prepared delicacies... Meanwhile, countless other chefs were cooking, perhaps making this the world's largest feast ever.

It encompasses... survivors worldwide.

"Eat with peace of mind, sleep soundly..."

As Isabella spoke, she, as the queen, bowed to everyone and uttered her final words, concluding the day... This is the last day before the end.

She said—

"Because in this world, only anger and good food should not be missed."

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"..."

"Ira, are you alright?"

Snake Sheath looked at Ira, who had already crawled into bed, with some concern. She checked the time, patted Ira's blanket, and said, "It's only eight o'clock. You didn't usually go to bed this early."

"..."

"I slept."

Amidst Ira's muffled voice, the snake, having no other choice, transformed into its cat form and lay down on Ira's bed... With a flick of its tail, it shut down the terminal brain, emitting a meow: "Meow (Do I have to get up early tomorrow?)~"

"..."

"Can."

Ira responded like this... Damn, she understands cat language.

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Iraq's anger index: 66%