Beside him, a person stood up.
Inside the empty, dark hall, sounds rose and fell.
"This old minister seconded the motion."
"This old minister seconded the motion."
...
Then someone else said, "Clan leader, young master, our demon race has already deployed a million troops on the border. As long as we break through the dragon race's defenses, our million-strong demon army can march straight in, and the millions of fertile lands of the Nine Provinces will all belong to our demon race. I hope the clan leader and young master will think this through."
"We hope that the clan leader and young master will reconsider."
Once again, a huge crowd knelt down.
Especially as they spoke, their words spread like a tide, and in the blink of an eye, all eight hundred or so people in the hall knelt down, shouting in unison.
Admittedly, among these people, there are indeed those who are acting for the long-term plan of the demon race, but in reality, a considerable number of them are treacherous individuals who are stirring up trouble.
"Cough cough..."
Feng Qizi coughed calmly, and then, seeing that many eyes were focused on him, especially the great wizard, he slowly stood up, looking troubled: "My ministers, I understand your concerns, but those million demonic insects are not yet fully formed. How can my army proceed?"
"Could it be that we're really going to charge head-on?"
He asked a question, and before anyone else could answer, he continued, "Then, my demon race must at least be prepared for the loss of half its population."
Upon hearing this, all thoughts vanished.
Countless people's expressions changed drastically. They had expected this, but the Great Wizard had said that it was worth it to sacrifice hundreds of thousands of people for the development of the entire race.
However, they never expected the casualties to be so great.
We thought that a few hundred thousand casualties would be the maximum, but now we have to pay half of that price.
It is said to be a million-strong army, but the current strength of the demon army has reached 7.6 million, which is almost the entire population is a soldier.
Everyone knew that the decisive battle between the demon race and the human race was about to begin.
Whether they will repeat the mistakes of their ancestors and be sealed away in this godforsaken place for thousands of years, or even longer, remains to be seen and will be decided by a fierce and decisive battle.
The extraterrestrial demons cannot afford to lose this battle.
Upon hearing this, countless faces showed a tragic and heroic expression. As they rose, they shouted, "We are willing to go through fire and water for the demon race without hesitation!"
Then, the sound spread like a tide, with hundreds of people shouting the same words at the same time. It was incredibly shocking. However, when you saw the expression on Feng Qitong's face, it was full of sorrow.
Once the Demon Realm goes to war with the Nine Provinces Continent, there will be no possibility between him and Jiang Jinyu.
Therefore, he wanted to do everything he could to avoid these unnecessary casualties.
When he turned to look at his father, Feng Qizi still had a calm expression. Seeing this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
For him, there is good news: his father does not approve of waging war against the Kyushu Continent, at least not for now.
According to the father, he had agreed to Blackie's request.
Whether it's true or not is not very important to Feng Qitong.
Hearing the shouts behind him, the great wizard's face, as bark as an old tree, broke into a cold smile. After a moment, he slowly raised his head, his face beneath the brim of his hat filled with an eerie smile.
"Chieftain, this is the will of the people! We hope you will agree to send troops."
As he spoke, the great wizard slowly knelt down.
The great wizard's actions at this moment undoubtedly added fuel to the already raging fire.
After the Grand Wizard finished speaking, public opinion was in an uproar. In a short moment, the waves of voices rose one after another, rolling like an overwhelming tide.
Feng Qitong's expression turned even more unpleasant.
However, when he looked at his father, Feng Qizi, he found that the latter's expression remained largely unchanged, as if he had thought of something. He gradually felt relieved.
With a wave of his hand, Feng Qizi unleashed an extremely dazzling burst of demonic light from his sleeve.
splash ...
Like a distant waterfall, it gently lifted everyone up, and after they straightened up, they looked at Feng Qizi.
Feng Qizi smiled faintly, still maintaining his refined and scholarly demeanor.
“I am already aware of your situation, but… this matter requires the approval of the Ancestor.”
This is clearly just an excuse.
The so-called "inviting the ancestors" involves using an altar to communicate with heaven and earth, thereby achieving the desired effect. This ritual often takes anywhere from ten days to half a month to several months.
Historically, the longest period of time lasted for half a year.
"No need, I have already asked the Ancestor, this is the Ancestor's decree."
The great wizard smiled deeply, then took out a tortoise shell from his pocket. Several words were engraved on the tortoise shell.
"The Demon Clan's century-long plan is now entrusted to you."
Feng Qitong's expression suddenly changed, as if she couldn't believe it. She took several steps forward, picked up the tortoise shell, and then nodded to Feng Qizi with an extremely ugly expression, indicating that it was true.
"This is the will of Heaven! Ancestor, please bless us."
"Our ancestor has appeared! Our demon race is finally going to return to the Nine Provinces Continent."
"We have suffered so much in this desolate land, it is time to let the people of the Nine Provinces see our strength."
...
The tortoise shell that the great wizard took out represented the ancestor's decree, undoubtedly labeling this operation as righteous.
This time, even if Feng Qizi wanted to forcibly seize the clan leader's power and force it down, it wouldn't work.
After all, according to the clan rules, all his power comes from the ancestor. If he denies the ancestor, wouldn't that be denying the legitimacy of the source of his power?
He wouldn't do something that would contradict himself.
So he waved his hand and sat back down in his high seat, which symbolized power. He seemed a little tired, and his tone was sleepy. "Do as you please, but you should think carefully. That old fellow from the Dragon Clan has at most a dozen years left before his time comes."
"If we attack the Nine Provinces now, we must be prepared for the fall of ten Demon Emperors. But if we wait another ten years or so, these ten Demon Emperors will have a glimmer of hope."
Whether in the Nine Provinces Continent or the Demon Realm, the Demon Emperor or the Spirit Emperor are the strongest fighting forces of their respective races.
Even for the wealthy and powerful demon race, the fall of a demon emperor is a tremendous loss.
The cultivation of a Demon Emperor is so difficult that even among a million people, there might not be one who becomes a Demon Emperor; it truly is one in a million.
Upon hearing this, everyone hesitated again.
The great wizard's expression suddenly turned ugly.
Clearly, this rhetoric moved everyone, and he seemed to have lost his position as the backbone of the group.
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