"Now then, let’s get to the real substance,"
Charles tapped the table, and his previously lazy expression instantly turned serious.
"According to the latest intelligence I’ve obtained, a higher race known as the Angels of Gold and Silver will descend upon our world through this Millennial Apocalypse."
"These Angels are under the divine protection of Aurelia—hence their audacity and fearlessness. The current situation is that we simply don’t have the strength to face them head-on. So we must enlist Daniel’s help."
At that very mont, not far from them, in the Council Center of Artist City—
A massive gathering of powerful individuals from across the myriad races had already ford.
One could say that the strongest elites of the entire continent were now concentrated in Artist City.
And beyond just god devotees and warriors from the major races, Daniel had even extended invitations to several neutral species.
However, when it ca to the abyss, Daniel had chosen not to send any summons.
For a ti, Artist City once again beca the focal point of the world’s attention.
Most believed that Artist City was a city shared equally among all races.
Everyone knew that in this place, no one held a true ho-field advantage.
That said, Daniel was now serving as the city’s official mayor.
In truth, Artist City had beco Daniel’s personal dominion—
and had no real affiliation with the broader Human race.
Even the Human Emperor Odin had no jurisdiction here.
Inside the Parliant Hall,
powerhouses of all races were already seated and gathered.
Daniel’s figure appeared within the chamber as well.
Everyone present knew that Daniel possessed multiple avatars and manifestations.
It wasn’t a secret.
But even knowing that, no one was bothered by it.
Given his strength—and his absurd rate of growth—a few clones were nothing to fuss over.
The first to arrive, the powerhouses of the myriad races, sat quietly in their respective seats,
waiting for everyone to arrive so the eting could begin.
After all, everyone understood just how important this summit truly was.
While they waited, so familiar figures took the opportunity to exchange polite small talk.
Human Emperor Odin sat at his designated place, casting a glance toward the nearby Emperor of Demon.
"Well, well... Who would’ve thought? You’ve beco the ruler of the demon clan.
If I recall correctly, the last ti we t must’ve been... five centuries ago?"
"That’s right. It has been far too long."
"Honestly, becoming the Demon Emperor was more of an accident. It’s because His Highness Daniel saw sothing in ..."
Odin laughed. "Hah. Last ti we fought, we both ended up badly injured, and neither of us claid victory.
If there’s an opportunity during this Apocalypse, how about a rematch?"
"Haha! Seems like you’re still unwilling to admit defeat. I clearly won last ti—you just won’t accept it."
The reality was, many of the individuals present had past grievances or old alliances with one another.
After all, those capable of reaching the very peak of the world in the last thousand years...
were almost exclusively seated here in this very room.
In the underground labyrinths, in battles against World Rank bosses—
they had crossed paths countless tis.
But regardless of personal history, every single person here understood one crucial truth:
No matter how deep their grudges, no matter how long-standing their rivalries,
even if their races were mortal enemies—
Now was the ti to set everything aside.
Because in the face of the Millennial Apocalypse,
if they didn’t unite internally, they would all be destroyed together.
So at a mont like this—
anyone who dared stir up trouble would be crushed by the united forces of all races.
Eventually, even a representative of the gno race, Pixis, arrived at the assembly.
Of course, the tis had changed. The gno race no longer held the prestige they once did.
As a result, Pixis was seated farther from the center of the hall.
Still, receiving an invitation to this council was a great honor in itself.
It symbolized that the gno race had once again earned recognition from His Highness Daniel—
and no longer needed to depend on other species for survival.
Daniel had already resurrected all of the gno race’s top-tier warriors.
Among old friends and allies, so races with good relations with the gnos even ca forward to offer their condolences.
"We’re deeply sorry for the misfortune that has befallen your people,"
a representative of the Orc clan said to Pixis.
"Though we may be unable to help much now, once this Apocalypse passes,
we will provide the gnos with so essential resource support."
Everyone had witnessed the devastating power of the Primordial Core Weapon.
Even the mighty gno race couldn’t survive a single strike from it.
What made it worse—was that the attack had co from within Artist itself,
without any prior warning.
Even with their great strength, the gnos had no ti to react.
Had they been prepared, perhaps they wouldn’t have suffered such catastrophic losses.
Pixis gave a solemn nod. He was now the leader of the gno race.
The previous chief stood beside him.
Not because Pixis had sought leadership,
but because the forr chief believed he bore full responsibility for the gno race’s tragedy.
He had sworn to spend the rest of his life seeking vengeance for his people.
As for the goodwill from the Orc clan, Pixis did not reject it.
"Thank you. The gno race will rember your kindness," he said.
"But before anything else, we must discuss how to confront the incoming threat.
The Millennial Apocalypse has already begun.
I do not wish to see any other race suffer the sa fate as ours."
"By the way, what exactly is His Highness Daniel’s purpose in gathering us here?"
As so of the powerhouses idly chatted—
A sudden notification appeared before their eyes.
[Fake God Kalthor — Has Been Resurrected]
The mont they saw that ssage,
the expressions of the entire assembly darkened.
Because they all knew—
exactly how powerful Kalthor truly was.
In the last Millennial Apocalypse,
Kalthor had been the primary threat.
Even Human Emperor Odin couldn’t hide his reaction.
Upon seeing the na "Kalthor," his entire body began to tremble.
Almost instinctively, he prepared to trigger a Level-1 ergency alert.
But just then, Daniel, who had remained silent all this ti, finally spoke.
"Everyone, remain calm. That thing’s already been taken care of by ."
The mont his voice fell—
a heavy, unnatural silence swept through the hall.
The kind of silence that made one’s skin crawl.
And right then—
another notification appeared before everyone’s eyes.
[Human Daniel has slain Kalthor]
This ti, the entire room fell into complete and absolute silence.
Every powerhouse present—
They had already believed they were overestimating Daniel’s capabilities.
They thought they had accounted for every possible variable.
And yet, reality once again surpassed their imagination.
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