A series of bad news struck Zhao Qingcang's heart like heavy hamr blows.
The ease and comfort on his face vanished, and his brows furrowed tightly into a deep frown.
The atmosphere in the office instantly beca extrely oppressive.
"How could things have gotten so bad?"
He couldn't understand it.
"Qin Zeduo is tied down at the border and can't get away at all."
"At most, Kujo Hiroharu only has two SS-rank characters: Bunko-no-Mae and Wada Hirayama."
"Although that old guy Kosuke Soma is old, he still has the sacred artifact Yasakani no Magatama."
"Even with your secret help, you still can't deal with Kujo Hiroharu?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Huai could only let out a heavy sigh.
The sigh was filled with helplessness.
Zhao Qingcang's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition surged into his mind.
"What exactly happened?"
Zhou Huai spoke slowly in an unprecedentedly solemn tone.
"The Dawn Guild has gotten involved."
He raised his eyes and t Zhao Qingcang's suddenly contracting pupils.
"Moreover, two SS-rank individuals have arrived."
Dawn Guild?
Zhao Qingcang was genuinely surprised this ti.
In his mind, the Dawn Guild was a group of cockroaches crawling in the shadows in a corner.
Although they are difficult to kill, they can't cause any major trouble.
This ti, two SS-rank guild mbers suddenly appeared.
"Where did these two SS-rank rank individuals co from?"
Zhao Qingcang's voice was full of confusion.
Why is Dawn Guild helping Kujo Hiroharu?
Zhou Huai, controlling Gandalf, spoke thodically:
"Marshal, although I don't know why the Dawn Guild is helping Kujo Hiroharu."
"But I do have so clues about these two SS-rank individuals who suddenly appeared out of nowhere."
Zhao Qingcang looked at him, gesturing for him to continue.
Zhou Huai leaned on his staff and slowly spoke.
"Marshal, do you rember the ancient race I ntioned to you before?"
Zhao Qingcang nodded; he naturally rembered.
Then, as if he had just realized sothing, his pupils suddenly contracted.
"You an, these two SS-rank beings are remnants of an ancient race?"
Zhou Huai's expression was very serious.
"Very likely."
“The identity I used to impersonate in Japan, Natsu Masahiro, and his sister Natsu Rinko are a good example.”
“If it weren’t for my intervention, Natsu Rin would have already been completely replaced by an awakened ancient clan.”
"Also an SS-rank, not a low level."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingcang couldn't help but gasp.
For the first ti, an undisguised look of horror appeared on his weathered face.
If that's the case, it won't just be the Great Xia.
This could change the world.
If more and more of the ancient races awaken, they will beco a terrifying force that cannot be underestimated, and may even be able to overturn the existing order.
Zhou Huai nodded, but he quickly steered the conversation back on track.
"Marshal, we can put the matter of the ancient race aside for now."
"The most urgent task is to figure out how to stop Kujo Hiroharu from resurrecting Amaterasu."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingcang let out a long sigh, a bitter smile appearing on his face.
"How else can we stop this?"
"Currently, there are six SS-level powerhouses in Sakura Country."
"And what can we use to stop it?"
The old marshal's voice was filled with a deep sense of powerlessness.
Zhou Huai stared at him, his azure eyes flashing with a sharp light.
"Marshal, are we just supposed to stand by and watch the Kujo clan resurrect Amaterasu and then slaughter our entire Great Xia?"
Zhao Qingcang sensed the hidden aning in Zhou Huai's words, so he raised his eyes and asked in return.
What's your idea?
Zhou Huai stood up, his thin body appearing unusually upright at that mont.
He bowed slightly to Zhao Qingcang, his tone extrely serious, speaking each word with utmost earnestness.
"I request that the Great Xia Kingdom and the Cherry Blossom Kingdom launch a full-scale war!"
"boom!"
These words were like a thunderclap in a calm office.
Zhao Qingcang's eyes widened suddenly, staring at him in disbelief as if he were looking at a madman.
"What did you say?"
Zhou Huai straightened up, eting the old marshal's terrifying gaze, and without flinching, repeated himself once more.
"I request that the Great Xia Kingdom and the Cherry Blossom Kingdom initiate a national war!"
"It's not like the minor skirmishes on the border before."
"Instead, we will mobilize all available military forces across the country to wage a total war against Japan!"
"presumptuous!"
Zhao Qingcang slamd his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.
A terrifying aura suddenly erupted, freezing the air in the entire office.
His face darkened completely, and his tiger-like eyes burned with raging fury.
Gandalf! Do you know what you're saying?!
"The Sakura Kingdom is now teeming with powerful individuals, its strength is unprecedented! If we launch a national war at this ti, we are simply sending hundreds of thousands of military soldiers to their deaths!"
"marshal!"
Zhou Huai's voice suddenly rose, drowning out Zhao Qingcang's roar.
"Only in this way can the Kujo family send more powerful warriors to the battlefield!"
"Only then will we have a chance to snatch back the pendulum of life before he resurrects Amaterasu!"
"This is our last chance!"
Zhou Huai's voice carried a hint of desperate resolve.
"If we can't do ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ it, the people of our Great Xia Kingdom will die just the sa!"
"Rather than wait until then, let's fight to the death now!"
A deathly silence fell over the office.
Zhao Qingcang's chest heaved violently, and his heavy breathing was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.
He stared intently at Gandalf, the anger in his eyes gradually being replaced by a deeper, more complex emotion.
a long ti.
His imposing aura gradually subsided, and he seed to age ten years in an instant, weakly sitting back down on the sofa.
He waved his hand, his voice hoarse and weary.
"Stop talking, stop talking."
"This is a serious matter, I need to think about it carefully."
"You...go back first."
Zhou Huai opened his mouth, wanting to say sothing more.
But seeing Zhao Qingcang's current state, he ultimately kept his mouth shut.
As the supre commander of the Great Xia military, this old man had always been under imnse pressure.
Every decision he made concerned the life and death of the entire Great Xia Dynasty, and the lives of hundreds of millions of soldiers and civilians.
Indeed, he should give it so serious thought.
Zhou Huai bowed deeply to Zhao Qingcang once again.
"Then Marshal, please consider it carefully."
"Let know when you've made up your mind."
He paused, then looked up.
"Anyway, whatever the outco."
"I will never give up on the pendulum of life."
After saying this, Zhou Huai didn't linger. He controlled Gandalf to turn around and silently leave the office.
With the heavy door closed, only Zhao Qingcang remained in the room.
He sat there quietly, motionless, like a stone statue.
The sunlight streaming through the window shone on his full head of white hair, reflecting a dazzling light.
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