Spare Me, Great Lord!

Panda Novel

“Attention, please. We are here to discuss how to obtain the treasures or the secrets of the Ancient Yi Clan and to weaken the powers of the Heavenly Network, not to force Nie Ting into using his last resort. None of us could bear the consequences,” someone spoke in the darkness.

“How’s your injury, Satan?” the Bishop asked, seemingly concerned.

But a frosty look emerged on Satan’s face. Then, the Bishop continued, “Now we can be certain that the man who wounded you was the ninth Heavenly King of the Heavenly Network. So, are you planning for revenge? As far as I know, you have no descendants… and will not have any in the future.”

The Saint, who had been resting with his eyes closed, knocked on the table and said impatiently, “We have to reach a conclusion today. Don’t waste any more time.”

The tent fell into silence again. Only the Saint had the right to call the conversation between Satan and the Bishop a waste of time.

As usual, the Saint was dressed in simple linen clothes, like an ascetic monk. His silver hair was short and neat and he exerted an air of authority as he sat in the chair seat of the long table.

Then, the Saint looked over at a seat in the corner. He asked, “Are you representing the Golden Foundation… or the Darkness Kingdom?”

“It’s not important.” The man chuckled in the darkness. His voice was young, yet it was redolent of the vicissitudes of human life, as if he had lived long enough to witness the shifting scenes of the world. He said, “The Golden Foundation needs a revolution. Our ultimate goal is the same as yours, to weaken the power of the Heavenly Network, though it is not obvious on the surface. In fact, the Darkness Kingdom is nothing but a toy. But it is indeed surprising that a toy can be put to such effective use. Thus, it is fair to say that everyone present today has hidden intentions, which explains our preference for a dark place like this.”

No one uttered a word. Everyone in the tent was digesting the meaning between his lines.

However, they were shocked to learn that the Darkness Kingdom was actually an internal product of the Golden Foundation!

That could explain the mature operational mechanism of the Darkness Kingdom since its very beginning, and the fact that human traffickers were allowed to carry out their shady business under the protection of the Darkness Kingdom away from the sight of the Golden Foundation… As a matter of fact, the Darkness Kingdom coexisted with the Golden Foundation, like the dark and bright side of a single entity.

The Darkness Kingdom was like a tumor grown on the Golden Foundation. It fed on the power of the Golden Foundation, and might destroy it completely one day.

If Lu Shu were present, he would have understood what Li Xianyi had once told him. Indeed, there were disagreements within the Golden Foundation, and the voices of discord was deep-rooted.

That was also the reason for Lu Shu’s refusal to join the Golden Foundation.

The only thing that remained unchanged in the world was changes themselves. How could you expect the same group of people to fight for an abstract ideal of the world for centuries?

“Are you not afraid of Li Xianyi?” someone asked.

The man chortled. “Not anymore after this war.”

His reply was succinct, yet it contained so much information. But no one took his words too seriously because they had long since learned how to hide their own thoughts and plans.

A man who had founded the Darkness Kingdom under the eyes of the Golden Foundation. He should never be taken lightly.

The Bishop glimpsed at him sideways in contempt. “You are bragging. Your Darkness Kingdom does not even have a single Class A. Don’t sound so presumptuous.”

The man chuckled again. “Speaking of Class A’s, I wonder what the use of Class A’s is when the Department of Faith Theory lost all of their supplies, oh no, 85% of their resources and 100% of their weapons and its storage, right under their nose with their Class A in the team?”

Francesco, who was standing behind the Bishop, replied, “We have sent seven Class B’s to kill him. He will not be able to escape alive.”

“Oh? Really?” the man laughed. “I suggest you do a double-check.”

Francesco turned to the Bishop, and the latter gestured him to dial a satellite call right away. However, Francesco phoned four members and none of them answered his call. It would be understandable if they had lost one or two men in the fight, but clearly the matter was not as simple.

“I reckon you do not even know what kind of enemy you are dealing with,” said the man in the darkness in a light tone, “But don’t worry. The Darkness Kingdom has prepared supplies for all of you. Three cargo ships will arrive at Port Artyom in eight hours. By the way, we can replenish the magical weapons lost by the Department of Faith Theory. Now, gentlemen, could we, the Darkness Kingdom, be given equal treatment as every organization here?”

Silence engulfed the entire space again. In the past, the Darkness Kingdom had never participated in any forms of conflict. Yet, they had made such a big move on their first appearance!

At that moment, their power was recognized, though it remained uncertain how many high-class fighters they had.

The Bishop sneered. “Francesco, bring his head to me.”

He had sent Francesco to kill Lu Shu personally!

The man in the darkness giggled. “Don’t get yourself killed.”

Without any hesitation, Francesco paced out of the dark tent and soared into the sky like an arrow. He flew towards the northern forests like a missile!

Everyone in the meeting was caught by surprise. None of them knew when Francesco ascended to Class A!

At that instant, the leaders from the other organizations had suddenly come to the realization that the Department of Faith Theory was the only party at the meeting with two Class A’s!

Howard used to be the most promising member in the Phoenix Society, but he was dead now.

The Bishop laughed. “Are you still worried about Francesco’s safety?”

Everyone turned their gaze to the end of the long table where the Saint was sitting solemnly. Despite the fact that the Department of Faith Theory had two Class A’s, the Saint was still widely recognized as the most powerful man in the room.

Nevertheless, they held a disliking towards him because he was unbearably arrogant.

The Saint spoke calmly, “We attack tomorrow. Ask the secret practitioners to fight with their lives. All of them will have fled if we do not send them to the hands of Death now.”

By then, many secret practitioners had realized that the odds were against them. The various large organizations had exploited them in almost every way possible to prevent them from running away. However, given the huge number of the crowd, it would be impossible to catch everyone that tried to flee. Therefore, there were around 2,000 who successfully escaped each day.

The large organizations had long since reached a consensus that they would use secret practitioners as a means to exhaust the energy of the Heavenly Network. Only after the Heavenly Network had been worn off by the first wave of attacks would the organizations sent in their elite troops for the final battle.

Now that the Heavenly Network had finished constructing an impenetrable fortress in such a short period of time, the organizations knew that they were running out of time!

In the meantime, Lu Shu was speeding through the forests.

At the moment, he was chasing after the last Class B. The roles of hunters and prey had been swapped within merely a day!