novel bin Chapter 465 I want to go!!
Chapter 465 I want to go!!
The official contact person from Daxia was named Li Baitian, in his early thirties, wearing a dark blue uniform and thin-rimmed glasses.
He speaks clearly and logically, remains calm and composed when facing representatives from various ethnic groups.
When the four pushed open the door to his office, Li Baitian was staring at his computer, motionless.
He had just received the latest news from the front lines.
"Mr. Li," Waldorlon said as he entered.
"We want to know... how's the battle going on in Terra?"
Li Baitian glanced at the four of them, smiled, stood up, took off his glasses and placed them on the table, and said:
"Don't worry, everyone, we... won!"
The room fell completely silent, as if the air itself had frozen for three seconds.
"...What?" Walken's voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief.
"The great battle is over," Li Baitian repeated.
"An eighth-tier demon god of the demon race was killed on the spot!"
"More than ten million of the demon army were annihilated by our allied forces."
"Clang!"
Bagl opened his mouth wide, revealing a strong smell of alcohol.
The lips of the Holy Human representative trembled slightly.
"...The Demon God...has been killed?"
"Yes." Li Baitian nodded.
"An eighth-tier demon god?"
"Yes."
Waldorlon: "!!!"
Bagher: "!!!"
Walken: "!!!"
How is this possible?!
A hundred years ago, Terra gathered its strongest high-level forces, and even with several seventh-tier powerhouses joining forces, they could only barely force the demon god to retreat.
The price paid was extremely high; it was the closest Terra had ever come to destruction.
Now, Terra's high-level power has been greatly reduced, yet it actually killed the Demon God?
"How...how did they do that?" Bagel's voice changed.
Li Baitian pursed his lips and shook his head:
"Specific details are still being compiled. I will inform you all as soon as I have the full information."
Bagl turned around, wiped his eyes hard with his sleeve, and stood with his back to everyone, his shoulders trembling slightly.
Waldoron stood there, motionless for a long time, his eyes slightly red.
It has been more than 800 years.
For the first time, he felt that he might actually have a chance to live and see a Terra without demons.
The thought was too strong for him to bear; he didn't even dare to think about it further.
Li Baitian didn't disturb them and waited quietly for a while.
"...This is a good thing," Waldoron finally spoke, his face beaming with excitement.
"This is fantastic news!"
"Yes." Li Baitian nodded with a smile.
Walken, as if struck by a sudden thought, asked urgently:
"Then let's—"
"Now that Terra has been saved, is there any need for us 'Sparks' to remain here?"
Upon hearing this question, Li Baitian's expression changed slightly, clearly not expecting the other party to ask such a question.
He didn't answer immediately, but thought for a moment and then said:
"This is a very important matter."
"I need to consult my superiors before I can give you a reply."
"How long?" Bagher's eyes were already dry, and his voice had returned to its usual irritability.
"I don't want to drag this out any longer. I'm desperate to get back to Terra, back to our dwarven mountain city!"
"I'll ask for instructions soon!" Li Baitian was unaffected by his tone.
Waldorlon added:
"Before the results are in, I hope I can return to Terra, meet with the Queen, and discuss this matter."
The other three nodded immediately upon hearing this.
"That's right, we also need to see His Majesty (the Beast King) for instructions!"
Li Baitian raised his hand, signaling everyone to wait a moment.
"Please wait a moment, everyone, I'll go check."
He turned and walked out of the office into another room, closing the door behind him.
He took out his phone and dialed a number.
The phone rang twice before the other end answered.
"Boss, I'm Li Baitian." He spoke calmly, lowering his voice.
"The war on Terra is over, and the Fireseed Project personnel from all races are already aware of this at the Arctic base."
"Now that they say Terra is safe, they want to return. What do you think we should do?"
"Then they need some people to return to Terra and discuss this with their leader to see if permission can be granted?"
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.
Li Baitian did not urge him.
He knew the gravity of the problem—the presence of people from various ethnic groups remaining in Great Xia brought numerous benefits to the region.
Moreover, what happens to the profits already gained if all of them are returned?
"...The Seed Project will remain undecided for now; we await a response from higher-ups." The other party finally spoke, their voice calm.
"But their request to go back and contact their tribespeople can be approved."
Li Baitian: "Understood."
The phone hangs up.
He stood there for a few seconds, then took a deep breath, turned around, and walked back.
As soon as the door opened, four pairs of eyes fell on him at the same time.
"Mr. Li, how's it going? Have you received a reply yet?"
After closing the door, Li Baitian laughed and said:
"About the seed project—" He paused.
"The higher-ups are still studying it, and we also need to discuss it with your leaders and wait for a reply."
Several people's brows twitched slightly.
"But—" Li Baitian changed the subject.
"You want to send people back to Terra to contact your respective people, that's fine."
Everyone's eyes lit up.
Waldor was the first to react, and said urgently:
"When can we leave?"
"Anytime," Li Baitian said.
"Once you have selected your candidates, we will arrange for someone to escort you to Terra."
"Anytime?" Bagher exclaimed in surprise.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go now!"
Walken lowered his head, took a step forward with all four hooves, and said in a hoarse voice:
"We'll go now, too."
The representative of the Holy Human Race stood up and nodded.
"I need to go back immediately and report to the Pope."
Li Baitian seemed to remember something, and looked at the Holy Human Race representative named Darrens with a complicated expression.
Darrens was puzzled.
"What's wrong?"
Li Baitian sighed.
"The Pope... has fallen."
Darrens: "!!!"
"What?!"
"This is impossible!!"
He exclaimed in surprise, then roared angrily:
"Mr. Li, I respect you, but please respect us too!"
"You can't joke about this, it makes me very angry!"
Li Baitian turned on his computer and gestured for the other party to see the situation report sent to him.
Darrens glanced at the computer screen with a hint of anger and suspicion, then frowned.
"What do you mean? I can't understand your writing."
Li Baitian was stunned, then quickly realized what was happening.
"I apologize for my oversight."
The Holy Humans are just like humans, only with Western features; for a moment he forgot they were aliens.
"According to the battle reports from Terra, your Pope has indeed fallen."
Darrens stood there, stunned, as if struck by lightning.
"Impossible...impossible...this is impossible!"
"I don't believe it! I'm going back right now! I want to leave immediately! I want to see His Majesty!"
He rushed out of the office as if he had gone mad.
"Lord Darrens, calm down!" Li Baitian immediately chased after him.
The other three also recovered from the immense shock of the news of the Pope's death.
The Pope has actually fallen!
The sky has fallen!
They were equally eager to know how their respective leaders were doing, and hurriedly went after them.