As the words fell, just looking at the elders’ expressions, Rod knew this matter was basically settled.
The King was clearly in favor of expansion as well; he said it like this just to avoid being nagged by those elders.
However, the First Elder Ando was not ready to compromise. He stepped forward and said solemnly, "Alan, I want to know your opinion."
The First Knight Alan seed sowhat surprised. Since entering the council hall, he had been quite low-key, seemingly trying to diminish his presence to avoid overshadowing Olivia.
"Elder Ando."
He bowed politely to him.
"I follow everyone’s opinion."
Ando gave him a deep look, said nothing further, and instead turned his head to ask, "Rod, the eighth Fire Son, I want to know your opinion."
This question caught Rod, who was stealthily observing the Dark Moon Princess, off guard. He imdiately withdrew his gaze and said with an upright and vigorous deanor, "Expand, expand. If Trolian’s iron hooves do not stop, those idiots who attempt to block us with arms have long been crushed."
A gleam flashed in Ando’s muddled eyes, "Rod, so this is your thinking?"
Rod smiled and said, "Your Excellency Ando, I’ve always held this belief: only battle is the way to survival. If the broom doesn’t sweep, the dust won’t move itself—the monster is there, if you don’t kill it, it won’t die."
"Conversely, if the monster is killed, it will die."
When his words fell, everyone was shocked. Whether they were Special Level Combatants or high-level core mbers, they silently mulled over his seemingly philosophical words.
Those New Stars who once fought alongside him reacted most strongly. Tai Luo shouted loudly, "See, didn’t I say that Brother Rod is very wise? Back then, fighting alongside him verified this truth countless tis."
Jessica clenched her fist and murmured, "Is this you? Possessing supre wisdom while having extraordinary power and talent."
Rasso, Silver Cat, Fei Xue, Teresa, and others shared their experiences with Rod with those around them.
On the other side, Ye Feng laughed, "Brother Rod, the title of Krama’s Brain should be yours instead. Hmm... how about this new title: the Clever Black Dummy?"
Chucher waved his fist and pounded his chest loudly. "Hahaha, that’s just like you, Brother Rod... Did you all see? That’s the person I was optimistic about back when he was still a little guy; I thought he would beco a pillar of Trolian in the future!"
Soron, the Guard Captain and chief instructor of the hidden branch academy, said everywhere, "Look, that’s my apprentice, the one I taught!"
Of course, not everyone thought his words were philosophical.
"Isn’t this nonsense?"
"Who gets killed and doesn’t die?"
"Blind combat is unreliable. The more victories we achieve, the calr we must be."
But the King just waved his hand, and the noise imdiately subsided.
Suddenly, an elder clutched his throat with both hands, his face contorted, and his complexion turned ashen as he collapsed to the ground.
Powerful Spiritual Energy instantly imprisoned him, and Judgers and Fire Priests rushed from all sides to firmly pin him down.
A cold breath swept over and froze him.
"This person is controlled by a Doomsday believer."
The King said sternly, and a powerful aura unfolded like mountains and oceans. The terrifying pressure rendered everyone speechless; even Special Level Combatants had slightly unnatural expressions, except for Olivia and Alan, who remained composed.
"Imdiately send him to the Soul Church. Priscilla, summon phit back to imdiately excise the Evil Seed from his soul through soul surgery."
Soul Master Priscilla bowed and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."
With a wave of her hand, she quickly took the elder away.
With phit not present, this level of frost wasn’t very effective.
The eting hall beca silent. For many, it was their first ti witnessing the outbreak of the Evil Seed firsthand, realizing the sudden protective asures of the Royal City had their uses.
The King’s gaze swept over everyone. So t his eyes calmly, while a few dropped their gaze to avoid eye contact.
"Ladies and gentlen, it’s quite clear that the Doomsday believers do not wish for us to continue expanding."
The King said calmly.
"When the enemy opposes what we do with all their might, it proves, to so extent, the correctness of our actions."
The First Elder Ando stepped forward and took the lead in saying, "I support His Majesty’s decision."
First Defense Chief Dalin chuckled and said, "There’s actually nothing to argue about; isn’t this an obvious matter?"
"Indeed!" Luo Weiya said excitedly, "We just choose a direction, a place, and quickly take down that super-large Sun Crystal Vein. How many of our warriors can be rapidly promoted? Every mont counts in growth; our path of resurgence cannot stop. Humanity awaits our revival!"
This ti, Luo Weiya’s words received widespread approval, and even the strategic direction was decided.
The atmosphere in the eting hall quickly beca relaxed.
Rarely gathered together, no one wanted to part for the ti being; they had countless things to say.
This kind of communication atmosphere was also very rare; long battles in a dark, oppressive environnt were detrintal to both spirit and soul, and such exchanges could help relieve pressure and, to so extent, prevent soul darkening.
Their biggest topic naturally was the newly promoted Monarch Level, Olivia.
Taking advantage of this, Archbishop Horus formally proposed to the King, "For Your Excellency Olivia, to open the ninth Ashen Throne! Trolian will welco the ninth Fire Son!"
Faced with such good news, Olivia’s first reaction was unexpectedly resolute: "No, I am accustod to the Knight Order, my trusted aides, my Moonlight Battle Group, I cannot abandon them..."
Beside her, Guard Captain Soron was so grateful that he was in tears, "Wuwuwu, Lady Olivia, as expected of you, I am willing to give my everything for you, my soul..."
The King smiled and said, "Don’t worry, Olivia. You can retain your duties in the Knight Order. As you beco the Fire Son, you can also serve as the Great Knight Captain, since both are Special Level Combatants, there’s no conflict."
Dalin stroked his chin and said, "Your Majesty, is there a need to further divide another level above Special Level Combatants? Since Special Level Combatants are Commanders while Olivia is a Monarch, it becos inconvenient to mobilize them together."
The King chuckled and said, "Dalin, it’s still early. When our Special Level Combatants break into the triple digits and the Monarch Levels into double digits, then we’ll restructure the Combat System."
As the First Defense Chief and the highest position in Trolian’s combat power deploynt, Dalin, who always liked precision and orderliness, felt quite uneasy in the face of this lack of rigor.
"Your Majesty, I feel very uncomfortable..."
The King casually replied, "Dalin, you need to change this obsession; what if the evil spirit Amon views it as a flaw?"
Dalin was shocked and imdiately said, "I understand!"
Hearing this na, hatred instantly surged in Horus’s chest. Clenching his teeth, he asked, "Lucian, is there still no result in tracking down the Doomsday believers?"
Judgnt Chief Lucian appeared sowhat ashad, "I’m sorry; so far, we’ve only caught so small minions. Clues about the Survivor Sect and Descender Sect’s lairs are still insufficient."
"They must all be brought to justice!" Horus said harshly, "There should be no Doomsday believers among humans!"
Lucian bowed and said, "I will exert all my efforts!"
Rod consoled, "Archbishop, don’t worry. I will make greater efforts to provide you with so Star Sources; it should be enough for your promotion!"
Horus’s face turned blue in an instant, and he roared, "Nonsense! I don’t care about that at all. My strength is not a problem, and I don’t need Star Sources! Get them all out, I don’t want even a single piece!"
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