The Federation had t six tis in a row, and everyone agreed that Wei Tianyang must be dealt with, but there was still no conclusion on who should make the move.
President Damian of the Sethiyan Federation, under pressure from the financial oligarchs and the Shadow Governnt behind him, had been urging the Western Alliance to take action, but the Western Alliance was no fool either.
This stalemate was certainly not a solution, after all, the "sun" above was getting brighter by the day, and there was a massive population migration, with cults erging endlessly and rebellion incidents occurring frequently. If no actions were taken, these countries might not be destroyed by Wei Tianyang but could collapse from their internal issues.
And as for the so-called establishnt of a Unified Governnt, it t with opposition from the United Council. After all, the nature of a Unified Governnt highly overlapped with that of the Council. If the world unified under one governnt, what would beco of the Council?
Moreover, nurous countries had lost contact and did not send representatives to attend the etings. There were also so small countries that were actually pleased with the current tragic state of the world. Small nations could not compete militarily and economically with the current major powers; they were exploited under the international rules set by the big countries, and they lacked voice and presence on the political stage. They saw Wei Tianyang as an opportunity to reconstruct the world order.
Although Damian was a president, his role was more like a mouthpiece; he didn’t have, nor did he need, any political stance of his own. All he needed to do was to read the notes handed to him by his assistants.
But of course, there were still so countries that were seriously considering the current situation. They were nations of the subcontinent, neither large nor small, with populations over ten million. Although their economic and military strength was not strong, they had achieved a basic industrial system.
At this mont, a female president of an obscure small country suddenly spoke up, "How much more ti do we have to waste on so-called politics?"
Everyone turned to look at her.
Damian said nothing, flipping through the eting records.
"Do you think our previous discussions have all been worthless? May I ask what better ideas you have?" The eting facilitator tapped his gavel and asked.
"Yes, in my view, who should launch the attack is not worth discussing. The Council has five permanent mbers, all recognized as being among the top five in military strength. On an issue like this, shouldn’t they step up and take responsibility?" the female president questioned.
"This involves... political issues," another president stood up to reply.
"What is a political issue? Politics is not the issue; you cannot use that word to gloss over the real problem," the female president said.
"I think you are quite young, possibly inexperienced in politics; you might not understand what I’m saying..." said the president.
Damian smiled.
"The world is on the verge of destruction!! And you’re still talking politics?! Maybe you haven’t realized... we’re not facing just any nation. In His eyes, we are just us. Do you think He will only seek revenge on the nation that initiated the attack? No... If we fail, we’re all dood, one by one," the female president said.
None of the attending presidents responded; they lowered their heads, fiddled with the eting records, and played with the pens in their hands.
"This lady is right."
At that mont, a voice ca from the entrance of the venue. Everyone turned to look back, only to see a blond man in a white suit standing at the door.
The newcor was none other than Spencer II.
"This is... a high-level eting venue. If you did not receive an invitation, please leave," the eting facilitator said.
Then, about 20 burly n in sealed power armors followed Spencer II into the eting room.
They surrounded the entire venue following the peripheral aisle. These modified power armors made each person appear as a giant about three ters tall, with a pack connected to tubes on their backs, and pig snout-like exhalation and observation ports on their helts.
"I am the son of the founder of United Pharmaceuticals, and its current de facto controller. Also, I manage the Human Connection Plan Foundation. I... can save humanity from His grasp," claid Spencer II.
"What you are doing, in my view..." before the chairman of the eting could finish speaking, one of the power armored warriors leaped up, crossing the hundred-ter-wide stair seating in an instant and landing on the stage. He stomped the chairman under his foot, and the skull cracked as if sothing had shattered, blood spraying all over.
The audience realized that these armors contained warriors from the Superpower Special Departnt and grew silent.
"Ladies and gentlen, we should have pressed the nuclear launch button in those days when He was still hiding in the hotel, reading books. But now, that chance is lost. You’ve wasted ti! You’re as foolish and arrogant as my father thought, believing that with re words, you could control Him for your use! Such naivety..." Spencer II said.
"Then... what solution do you have?" the female president asked at this ti.
Spencer II said, "The only solution now is to fight a conventional war with Him, a large-scale conventional war!"
"That’s unrealistic... His power would instantly kill any army! Our only option would be to use nuclear saturation bombing..." the female president shook her head.
"No, no, listen, lady, you are different from them, so I am willing to discuss with you. Look, I sent people to Heisai State to investigate. The red boundary can be entered, but it is indeed different from the outside, so, our troops can go in and fight Him. But that is not the main point, I don’t expect to defeat Him with regular soldiers."
"Look, we have so many countries around the world, excluding Heisai State, and it’s more than enough to assemble an army of ten million. Their role is to lure Him out, to let Him massacre. I have a serum, a weapon that can nullify superpowers for tens of seconds. Lure Him out, immunize our superpower special forces, and they can slaughter Him unopposed, and we could even capture Him alive!" Spencer II explained.
"That... the sacrifice is too great, the lives of tens of millions of soldiers used to deplete..." said the female president.
"This is a war, lady. We’re fighting the very thing we created. It’s what we deserve. We built Him, and now, we must take back His sovereignty. Who’s to bla for missing the best opportunity? Sacrifice is inevitable, but for the future, it’s all worth it," Spencer II stated.
"We can’t possibly lend you our armies just to die!" so presidents stood up in protest.
"It’s a choice, gentlen. It’s a choice regarding the future of everyone... of course, you can choose not to cooperate, but if you do, you better pray that I lose because if I kill Him, next, it’s your turn," Spencer II coldly said.
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