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Chapter 447: Lanqi happens to have a wide network of contacts in the empire
The towering anti-magic steel pillars stretched to the ceiling, and the intricate runes on them appeared and disappeared in the dim light. Under the anti-magic steel, the great love poet sat on his knees in front of Pranai with a focused expression.
In this airtight cell, the conversation between the two seemed to have become a quiet and profound ritual. The surrounding coldness and silence were listening to their words.
"So please give up, new king. The Protoss Empire is doomed unless you can convince Rocky McCarthy to believe in us wholeheartedly..."
Pranay lowered his voice and said,
"But this is obviously impossible. Even if he is willing to sell his soul to us, we can't really entrust our lives to him and gamble on this deadly game where the chances of winning are less than 10%."
The direction of his innate magical evolution is clairvoyance. Although it is only in its infancy and not under his control, during these years in the underground of Helrom Prison, he can always see the real-time situation on the ground intermittently and unstably, sometimes very close, sometimes very far away.
"..."
Antanas and Shinora, who were standing on both sides, kept exchanging glances, but showed no sign of speaking.
As old friends of Planai, they were more or less willing to believe in the accuracy of Planai's judgment, because the two of them plus Talia multiplied by one were not as smart as Planai.
But then, both Antanas and Shinora only looked at the figure with black hair and green eyes, waiting for the king to make a decision.
They have sworn to follow the king no matter what he chooses.
"So why, Pranay, do you think the odds are so low?"
The great poet paused for a moment and asked again.
He thought about it and decided not to waste his energy telling these three big demons who Rocky McCarthy was.
Earlier on the negative fourth floor, even though I had repeatedly emphasized to Antanas that I was a man, she just wouldn't believe it.
Without seeing the real body, the three great demons would not believe that the poet of love with black hair and green eyes in front of them was just a shell.
All he had to do was leave Helrom Prison and invite the three of them to the principal's office in the Redmond Building of the Protoss Royal Academy of Magic to see his true self. That would be better than any explanation.
"Once we choose Rocky McCarthy, we will also be in new danger with him."
Pranay believed that the new king had understood his words. The chances of winning he asked about were based on the premise that they could persuade Rocky McCarthy to sell his soul to these demons.
"With the various forces in the Protoss Empire having their own agenda, I am trapped underground and cannot tell the cause and effect of the undercurrents behind the scenes, nor how many powerful people are hiding behind the turmoil in the Protoss Empire. With the combat effectiveness of our demon forces, even if we have the advantage of intelligence, we may not be able to achieve the final victory."
Pranay looked into the new king's eyes. He believed that there was no need to continue speaking, as the new king understood what he meant.
Unless the new king can reach the ninth level and possess the ability to fight two or three cardinals of the Church of Resurrection alone, then there is a high probability that his combat power will be sufficient.
From what Pranai has seen so far, even if all the military forces of the Demon Realm are added together, they may not be able to compete with any of them, even if they identify the enemy.
"New King, can you defeat the Great Sage of the Empire, Isis, alone?"
Pranay asked instead.
He had heard from his sister Shinora that the new king was very strong. If the new king could be stronger than the strongest generals below the ninth level in the demon world back then, there might still be a glimmer of hope.
“You can’t win.”
The poet of great love shook his head.
This is too much for a fourth level.
Although Pranay was not surprised when she heard this, she looked away. Her eyes seemed to be saying -
Then the hope is very slim and it will be difficult for us to become the final winner.
"Can you tell me what you think, Pranay?"
The poet of great love picked up the bottle, poured another half glass for Planai, and motioned Planai to talk to him slowly.
Pranai became a little nervous when he saw the new king pouring wine for him. This was obviously not in accordance with the etiquette of the demon world, but there was nothing he could do. He could only wait until the new king finished pouring the wine and then toast to the new king.
Planai picked up the wine glass in a daze and sipped the Snowfield Liquor. As a rational demon, what Planai wanted was indeed a demon king who could listen to his ideas, rather than a tyrant who used force to force him to act recklessly.
But he never dared to fantasize about such a thing.
Planai didn't speak again until he put down the empty glass silently.
"The ticket to win the Protoss Empire is to have at least two generals. The rest is a competition of intelligence. We are not sure whether the enemy will have three or four generals. Moreover, Helrom has its own rules. Sometimes the battle power is not necessarily the deciding factor. Military support is only our last resort."
His voice had a little more ups and downs, and his expression became more serious.
The three of them, who were once civil officials of the Demon Realm, can only defeat one general of the Demon Realm Army together, and they are at a disadvantage against physical generals, but at an advantage against magical generals.
"General level?"
I feel that there are more and more units of great love for poets.
"Probably on par with the current cardinal of the Resurrection Church. Both are the strongest among the eighth rank."
Pranay explained.
For example, a known overthrowing force has at least two cardinal-level warriors, so there must be at least two generals to fight against them.
Based on the battle he saw on the snowy plains at the northern border that day, the eighth-level sealer in gray was most likely Asksan, the Bishop of Annihilation.
As for the mysterious man in black robe, even Pranay couldn't figure out where he came from.
In a worse situation, if not handled properly, even the neutral Great Sage Isis and Duke Berenhard of Helrom would temporarily help the other camp.
But this is only the information known so far, and there are obviously more unknowns behind the scenes of the Protoss Empire.
In Planai's view, the Protoss Empire is now a round table of powerful people, with different forces with different intentions occupying a piece of the pie. Before the day when the critical point is truly reached, no one knows how much of the pie they occupy and can only make an estimate.
The more pie you take up, the better your chances of winning.
Ideally, Pranai naturally hopes that their Demon Realm side can occupy more than half of the pie, so that not only can they win the game, but even if an unexpected situation occurs, they also have the power to turn the table.
But if they want to overturn the table, I'm afraid one ninth-level plus them are not enough.
Because once you choose to overturn the table, you will challenge all other forces.
So Pranai could only take a step back and hope that the Demon Realm would have as big a piece of the pie as possible.
The reality is that even if the Demon Realm enters the market, the piece of the pie they occupy is too small, and they may not even be able to stop potential real enemies from overturning the table.
"..."
The poet of great love understood that the generals of the demon world back then were probably comparable to bishops.
Now that Sigrid has been sealed, the three great demons can only make up for the only general-level combat force on their side. At most, they can only have one general-level combat force in three days. Pranai may have mistaken the Great Love Poet as a general-level combat force. In fact, this guy is really first-level and has no limit on magic power.
But Lanqi felt that the situation was not as bad as Pranay thought.
Because Asksan and the black-robed man are not in full condition...
As long as she can get rid of her old friend Asksan first, Sigrid will not only be able to break the seal but also become stronger. As a result, the gap between the two generals will be widened.
Chapter 448 Dr. Lanch's Bad Habits
Planai's gaze was fixed on the poet of great love, as if he was looking for some kind of spiritual comfort. As the leader of the great demon clan today, the other party's judgment would directly determine the final survival of their demon world.
"Rocky McCarthy can bring us advantages in terms of rules and the right to speak at the negotiation table, and will most likely prevent the enemy from overturning the table. But his problem is that even with us, the force may not be enough to deter the opponent from overturning the table... I am very sure that he lacks force support now."
Pranay continued speaking to the Great Love Poet, explaining his earlier concerns.
"Why can you make such a judgment?"
The poet of great love placed the wine glass in his hand on the stone table and leaned forward slightly.
If the previous words were all inferences that no one could be sure were right or wrong, then the last sentence, "Rocky McCarthy is now very lacking in military support," was said by Planay with incredible accuracy.
The reason why he came to Helrom Prison was to gain the power to fight against the Cardinal.
Lanci was curious about what Pranay saw through his unstable and intermittent future vision or clairvoyance, or whether there was some other reason.
Pranay looked at the black-haired, green-eyed figure who was listening attentively, and hesitated for a moment.
The new king's eyes looked as if he completely believed his words, without any doubt or suspicion.
He was prepared to be rejected.
Now he was a little afraid to continue talking.
This trust and respect is a bit too heavy.
But being stared at by those expectant green eyes, Pranay gritted his teeth and decided to continue speaking:
“If Rocky McCarthy can really obtain this military deterrence, which supports him to have the strength to maintain the Protoss Empire’s table from being overturned, and he is truly a person with a keen sense of smell on the Protoss side, he will become a major variable for the Protoss Empire’s enemies to destroy the Protoss Empire… Once the enemy notices this sign, Rocky McCarthy will definitely not live long, and someone will soon wipe him out at all costs. Even if killing him is very costly and difficult, the other party will definitely try.”
Planai felt that the reason why Rocky McCarthy was still alive was that, on the one hand, in the eyes of the enemies lurking in the darkness of the Protoss Empire, Rocky McCarthy’s current threat was not that great, so they let him live.
On the other hand, Rocky McCarthy's rise was so fast, so fast that it was unbelievable, and he himself was the embodiment of a variable.
However, once Rocky McCarthy tries to further contact the top combat power of the Protoss Empire, someone will definitely get rid of him before Rocky McCarthy gets this support.
This is the current game of the Protoss Empire.
Pranay's voice dissipated in the empty Frost Prison, and he quietly waited for the new king's reaction.
He hoped to make the new king understand how slim the chances of their side from the demon world gaining the upper hand were.
Even though this might not be what the new king wanted to hear, he still had to say it, not only for the sake of his sister and compatriots, but he also didn't want the young new king to die.
The black-haired, green-eyed figure picked up the wine glass and took a sip while thinking.
He found that drinking alcohol was indeed quite enjoyable, provided he didn't drink it with his own body.
"I now feel that if the King of the Demon Realm had been willing to listen to you a hundred years ago, perhaps the ending would have been different."
The great poet looked extremely regretful, a smile crossed his lips, and said to Pranay.
Whenever he thought back to the time when he first arrived at the Helrom Station, the majestic brass music, religious string music, organ and high notes that kept rising in pitch seemed to be telling of the urgency of the war that would never end. In his mind, there was only the illusion that the pitch was infinitely rising, and he didn't know when it would fall.
The heavy history of the demon clan's holy war has been engraved into their bones, and from beginning to end, they have never waited for soft melodies and harmonious harmonies.
Originally, Pranay might have had a hope of preventing all this from happening a hundred years ago, but unfortunately no demon listened to Pranay.
But now, Lanqi feels different. He hopes that when he comes to the city of Helrom again one day, he can hear this piece of music with an ending of hope and relief.
Pranay's eyes flickered slightly, and he was stunned when he heard the new king's answer.
He stared into the new king's eyes, wondering what the new king saw and what he was thinking about.