At this mont, the Kingdom's ti is nearing noon.
But far beyond the Western Realm in the Alien Machinery City, the sky is just beginning to show a glimr of light.
Mist envelops the city, the sky still appears dim, yet this city woven from tal and magic power has long been awake.
The morning air still retains the coolness of the night, the magic-guided trains emit a low hum along the tracks, and the streetlights faintly flicker like a heartbeat, sustaining the pulse of the entire city.
'Hey, is this the train that the big-breasted lady ntioned?'
The Depraved Hero glanced over curiously, then let perception silently sweep through the densely packed skyscrapers, gliding through the steel forest.
After witnessing the ultimate battle within the Gate of Heaven, even the usually outspoken Depraved Hero could no longer call the Divine Knowledge Saintess a "puppet on strings."
After all, where would there be a puppet that can shred its manipulator into pieces?
Therefore, considering the scale that even his own extraordinary growth pales in comparison to Divine Knowledge, the Depraved Hero naturally switched to another title.
Though the Hero had once said she shouldn't call her that way, she naturally treated it as through one ear and out the other.
'She surely knows I call her that, but has she said anything? No, she hasn't. The involved party has no objections, why are you trying to defend it?'
Failing to rationalize with another self, the Hero could only let her be.
And not long after observing the Alien Machinery City, the Depraved Hero reached a rare estate surrounded by greenery within the city.
Following the threads of destinyDestiny, her consciousness quietly seeped into the depths of the estate, penetrating layers of security and prohibition barriers, none able to block this demigod-level perception, allowing her to ghostly infiltrate.
'Oh… is this the negotiation venue?'
Arriving at the destination, the Depraved Hero blinked, overlooking from a high-dinsional perspective at the situation inside the eting room.
On one side, the long-unt Fourteenth Princess.
Despite her exquisite makeup, she couldn't completely conceal the slight exhaustion and faint dark circles under her eyes.
Yet her deanor showed not a hint of fatigue, her gaze crisp and steely, calmly confronting the man on the other side of the conference table.
And that gentleman didn't reveal a bit of retreat under her gaze, simply eting her with eyes equally serene and gentle.
[Executioner's hair color, eye color (color D24, value D10)]
D24 D10=10 7=Turquoise
D24 D10=19 4=Deep Purple
"May I ask, sir—" The Fourteenth Princess slowly opened her mouth, her tone crisp like snow, "What did you an by what you just said?"
She leaned slightly forward, her tone calm, yet carrying a strong sense of pressure, with divine light in her pink eyes seeming capable of piercing through people.
"Just the literal aning, Your Highness."
The man with short cropped teal hair and violet eyes lowered his lids, his voice carrying a hint of fatigue.
"We've decided to make concessions, agreeing to most conditions of the Intelligent chanism Queen."
"Tell the reason." The Fourteenth Princess said calmly.
"…Because the Alien Machinery City is not a strong nation, we do not have deep foundations like yours, nor sufficient resources to sustain this endless confrontation.
"Moreover, most of the city's resources operation highly rely on magic-guided intelligent chanisms."
The man's tone was smooth, but fatigue was apparent in his eyes.
"With almost a total work stoppage now, the operation of resources within the city has beco extrely tense—yet not falling into a crisis, but inches away.
"Therefore, as the city's Executioner, from a citizen's perspective, I really don't think continuing to confront is a wise choice."
A short silence loitered above the conference table, then a frosted voice rang out again.
"Then does sacrificing future possibilities for shortsighted compromises... count as the right choice?"
The Fourteenth Princess eased her tone slightly, but the gaze in her pink eyes remained sharp.
Even at this mont, facing a pantheon-level strongman—a presence capable of dismantling her spiritual structure with a re thought—her voice showed no signs of retreat or hesitation.
For ordinary people, regardless of how superior the bloodline is or how steadfast the will, in front of the gap with pantheon-level, all these are aningless.
But the Fourteenth Princess was not alone. She symbolized not only the identity of the Kingdom but also a group of legendary strongn capable of shaking the situation.
To her left, the Cruising Bishop leaned against the chair's backrest, seemingly resting with closed eyes, but in fact, the spell of spiritual defense was ready to strike.
While to her right, the Demon Hunter lowered his lids, seemingly looking down at the dust beneath him, but his perception remained locked on the Executioner, never wavering.
The other legendary strongn of the Kingdom Delegation stood silently behind the Fourteenth Princess, their aura like tides elevating her on the negotiation table, enough to stand equal before the Alien Machinery City's Executioner.
Just as the Executioner made any sudden moves, these people would spring forth like released arrows.
Though the gap between legendary and pantheon n stands vast, it's not to the extent where numbers cannot fill the difference.
However, such a tense and confrontational atmosphere has been unprecedented in the past month.
Facing the Fourteenth Princess's query, the Alien Machinery City's Executioner fell silent again.
"Executioner sir... no, brother-in-law."
Seeing him in this state, the Fourteenth Princess couldn't help but slow her tone again, with so helplessness and probing in her voice: "The negotiation results of this month, you've seen them. What exactly has caused you to say such words, choosing to abandon negotiations and completely submit to the Intelligent chanism Queen?"
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