Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1507 - 1500: Master of Civilization

Chapter 1507: Chapter 1500: Master of Civilization

"But with war rearing its head again, more people will be tortured by the flames of war, and this time your opponents are from the Demon Clan. Do you really have the heart to treat your own kind this way?" Luo’er said, frowning and spreading his hands.

"Sacrificing the few to save the many ensures the safety of both; sacrificing the many to save the few leads to the loss of both. Mr. Luo’er, you should understand this principle better than I do, shouldn’t you?" Linglan replied calmly.

"I’m sorry, I was too impetuous. Fundamentally, this is your internal affair, and it’s not my place to interfere, so I shouldn’t inquire further." Luo’er took a deep breath, his face full of apologies.

"Mr. Luo’er need not blame himself; just take it as a piece of advice after all, you are also our advisor, aren’t you?" Linglan said with a smile.

"I can agree to have Teacher Zhu stay behind, but I hope this is not a threat," Luo’er paused, then continued.

"Why would Mr. Luo’er think that? Why would you feel that we are threatening you?" Linglan laughed.

"However, I also hope that Linglan, in her governance, will treat my teacher well, especially after we leave," Luo’er continued.

"Rest assured, Mr. Luo’er, we will certainly take good care of your teacher," Linglan’s smile gave off an unbelievable feeling.

Luo’er did not continue speaking but just quietly watched Linglan’s smile until it completely faded. Only then did Luo’er avert his gaze, lowered his head and thought for a while, and suddenly he also began to smile.

"Mr. Luo’er, did you think of something amusing?" Linglan appeared somewhat uneasy at Luo’er’s behavior, and asked tentatively.

"Nothing," Luo’er shook his head, then raised his gaze to look at her, smiling as he said, "Governor Linglan, I just suddenly recalled our experiences over these years..."

Speaking, Luo’er’s smile gradually turned into a cold sneer: "We were cast out to West Outer Heaven, forced to live under someone else’s roof. Helping the Demon Clan improve weapons to defeat the powerful Dongsheng Empire and the three aristocratic families..."

"What are you trying to say, Mr. Luo’er?" Although anxious, Linglan still managed to ask in a controlled manner.

"I want to ask Governor Linglan a question," Luo’er said.

"Feel free to ask." Linglan nodded.

"Does Governor Linglan think of us as a bunch of powerless people, hence we can only help you with our minds?" Luo’er asked.

"I don’t think that way. Mr. Luo’er and his companions have shown fighting prowess that has overturned our previous judgments, so we did not see you as completely lacking in combat ability," Linglan replied honestly.

"But at times, you can’t help but still think that way, especially when we are merely observers and not directly involved in the war," Luo’er asked with a tilt to his head.

"Sort of..." Linglan stared at Luo’er, hesitated for a long time before finally nodding in acknowledgment.

"Heh heh..." Laughing, Luo’er shook his head and looked around, then suddenly turned back and asked seemingly out of nowhere, "Governor Linglan, do you believe in a god, in the existence of a god?"

"Why ask this all of a sudden?" Linglan didn’t respond immediately but asked cautiously.

"If there is one, you should maintain a devout faith; if there isn’t, you should start to believe," Luo’er said with an inscrutable smile.

Following that, he raised his right hand, snapping his fingers above his head. Accompanied by the crisp snapping sound, the magic in the air began to violently fluctuate; then Fulajie’er repeated her old trick, and the image of a tall, holy goddess abruptly appeared above Mr. Luo’er. The soft and sacred light instantly illuminated the entire reception hall.

"This is..." Linglan stood up in shock, staring dumbfounded at the goddess form created by Fulajie’er. It was her first encounter with a god, leaving her speechless with astonishment.

Mr. Luo’er moved his fingers leisurely, manipulating the temperature of the reception hall according to his direction. Soon both of them could distinctly feel the temperature in the air dropping rapidly, almost reaching freezing point in the blink of an eye.

The Demon Clan soldiers who rushed into the reception hall, upon seeing the goddess’s massive silhouette, though not knowing what it was, all without exception fell prostrate to the floor, not daring to lift their heads.

The form of Fulajie’er persisted for about twenty seconds. Then, under Mr. Luo’er’s direction, it gradually faded away. As she disappeared, the temperature in the air slowly began to rise. Only then did Linglan notice that her tea had formed a thin layer of ice on the surface.

Mr. Luo’er’s intention was clear -- to threaten Linglan, warning her not to try anything against Zhuyan Yu. He didn’t explicitly say that only he had this ability, wanting to create the illusion that everyone in the Advance Team could summon gods, maintaining the Demon Clan’s reverence towards them.

The cold also affected Mr. Luo’er, who rubbed his hands together. After blowing on them, he looked up and said with a smile, "I apologize, Linglan, for alarming you."

"What, what in the world is this? How did you do it?" Linglan struggled to maintain her composure, but her tone involuntarily revealed her astonishment.

"Summoning gods? For us, it’s quite easy," Mr. Luo’er smiled and then, narrowing his eyes, continued, "I just wanted to remind Linglan that we in the Advance Team dare to brave dangers alone, not only because we possess technology but, more importantly, because we hold the power of the gods. It’s not merely some simple illusion, I believe Linglan has already deeply realized this."

It was a very clear threat. Yet Linglan did not respond immediately, but rather somewhat guiltily turned her head to glance at her iced tea. It was not an illusion; the tea really had a thin layer of ice on it.

Just the presence of this god for a little more than twenty seconds was enough to make the reception hall’s temperature plummet below freezing, proof enough that this was no mere illusion—Mr. Luo’er had indeed summoned a god.

Thinking of this, Linglan couldn’t help but swallow. Unexpectedly, there was a higher sky beyond, and the seemingly limited Advance Team possessed such powerful strength, clearly having kept it hidden and unshowcased.

And no doubt, the reason why Mr. Luo’er demonstrated his divine powers before Linglan was to give her a warning, lest she take them lightly.

Considering this, Lingan took a deep breath and said with a forced smile, "Mr. Luo’er’s divine power is remarkable!"

"That’s an overstatement, it was just a simple trick, barely enough to summon a god," Mr. Luo’er said with a smile.

"With such divine power, why bother visiting Kyushu at all? With your strength, even if Dongsheng’s million-strong army were to invade, it would be of no concern, right?" Linglan, quick-witted, began attempting to flatter Mr. Luo’er.

"Linglan, you compliment us too highly. We go to Kyushu to put an end to war at its root. This is our covenant with the gods. Winning without fighting is the best strategy, receiving the grace of the gods to bless the people of the world," Mr. Luo’er maintained his tone, even using gods to express his determination against war.

He was acutely aware of Linglan’s calculations. If he agreed to stay, then her next step would be to further ask him to go to the Northern frontlines to confront the Beast Head Tribe, effectively giving her a trump card to roam unchallenged in West Outer Heaven, becoming the true ruler of West Outer Heaven.

But obviously, Mr. Luo’er had no intention of helping Linglan accomplish unification, because as he stated, internal conflict belonged to the domestic affairs of other countries, beyond the interference range of the Advance Team, so he ignored it.

To put it frankly, does the Advance Team possess the capacity to overthrow West Outer Heaven? Let alone the fact that they truly do, armed with advanced management expertise, Source river technology weapons, and magic—whatever they wish to do, there’s nothing they can’t accomplish. Establishing a department of propaganda was one thing, defeating the Dongsheng Empire was quite another.

But the demon folk of West Outer Heaven should feel fortunate that Mr. Luo’er and the Advance Team, who hold immense power, have been educated in high culture, a civilized force that conquers not by force but with virtue.

Otherwise, the day their aerial fleet arrived in West Outer Heaven would have been the day when the demon folk fell into enslavement.

Moreover, Mr. Luo’er wasn’t wrong—perhaps because he could restrain from employing overwhelming military force, the gods of this world trusted him so much and were willing to aid him.

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