Chapter 757 - 305: Undead Mecha Master (6k)_4

Chapter 757: Chapter 305: Undead Mecha Master (6k)_4

Especially in combat power above the Seventh Rank, the forces of both sides are nearly balanced.

After all, only through prolonged battle can she have more opportunities to unite more Seventh Rank powerhouses.

According to Magga’s plan, with a swift and decisive war victory, where would her chance come to continue gathering people?

Only with a hard-earned victory of high-tier combat power can she take advantage of the heavy blows to both sides to simultaneously take control of both!

After all, this meeting was almost under her control, and without absolute military intimidation, even Magga had to agree to this plan.

After the last person finished expressing their opinion, no one present raised any objections.

Magga knew that his plan was no longer feasible, and if he didn’t want to prolong the battle, he could only agree to this slow victory plan, and he sighed.

"Alright, let’s proceed with what was said just now, immediately start adjusting the troops and prepare to act!"

With Magga’s final decision, the plan had the endorsement of the Maga Empire, Bai Yi no longer persisted, and soon the conference room was left with only Magga and Karis.

After a long silence, Magga slowly said:

"Is it really irreversible?"

"As the terminator of the last age, you should know better than I do about history, chaos has arrived, and the end of the era is inevitable.

Even without my prophecy, you should know this."

Karis spoke without sadness or joy. He wanted to say more, but the higher-ups did not allow it.

In the prophecy, there had already been ripple effects in this era’s cycle, and if fate could be likened to a river, in his observations, this river had suddenly been forcibly altered by some external force.

Sadly, he could not see more clearly, and even if he did, he wouldn’t be able to say it.

Although he and Magga were considered old friends, before the identity of an old friend, he was still an Eternal Pope.

"However, if you’re really willing, I can spare your life."

Karis suddenly said, making the same offer he had before, but there was no response then.

And this time, evidently, would be the same.

"Don’t bring this up anymore, I’m not someone who would live that way, a thousand years have passed, and I am satisfied."

Magga left a sentence, stood up, and prepared to leave.

But just as he was about to push the door, Karis left a remark.

"Ha, maybe this time you’ll survive?"

"Is this a prophecy?"

Magga stopped in his tracks, but this time it was his turn not to receive an answer; looking back, Karis was already gone from the room.

"To survive, Karis, huh..."

Magga sensed that Karis’s words held deeper meaning, but he also understood the restraints the other faced; it wasn’t like in his younger days when he would defy Divine Punishment to give prophecies.

"Forget it, fate is beyond control.

Compared to an unpredictable future, the present must be navigated first..."

The decisive battle plan was set, and he also needed to start preparing.

Meanwhile, in a small church within the fortress, Karis was seemingly expelled, falling from the air to the ground, muttering to himself.

"Yes, yes, I didn’t say much!

I know my own limits...

Rest assured, you can see the future’s direction more clearly than I.

Huh, there won’t be any interference, I’ve already cleaned up the followers of [Thousand Faces], how could there be any accidents?

Rest assured, the [Script] won’t go wrong, as soon as the time comes, I’ll step down."

Feeling the will upon him finally quieting down for a moment, Karis breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning to look in Magga’s direction, Karis softly said:

"Fate is already anchored.

Old man, this is my last wave... ahem, my last help."

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Playwright: One of the religious professions of [Thousand Faces], playwrights always guide everything from behind the scenes, directing events to develop in their desired direction, bringing more joy to the events solely to orchestrate the most perfect drama dedicated to the Thousand-faced God. Every playwright’s character is extremely malicious and is loathed by most people...

[Note: Oh, dear Thousand-faced God above, if you continue to slander us like this, believe it or not, we’ll band together to use our old, tattered leather boots to kick that fat orange cat of old Wang next door’s!]