Xyrin Empire-Chapter 213 - Victor’s Speech
Chapter 213 -213 Victor’s Speech
Prophets are indeed indispensable in all kinds of sneaky tactics. With Prophets, we could employ various effective tactics in advance to deal with our enemies, such as surprise attacks, surprise attacks, and more surprise attacks…
But sometimes, Prophets can be a bit annoying. For instance, this time, Lin Xue had brought a major trouble that we should have only found out about a few days later, right to my face, causing me to have a headache from now on because this bad news isn’t a problem that ambushes or surprise attacks could solve…
Although Lin Xue’s prediction allowed us more time to address this crisis, I wish I had never heard this news…
Alright, I admit it, I am escaping reality, but… this reality is truly a huge headache!
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Despite some unexpected events, our meeting kicked off as usual. In the massive meeting room on the first floor of Bubble Tower, representatives from all races gathered… well, not happily, but at least they were all present. As our main spokesperson, Miss Lin Xue delivered an enthusiastic speech, highly praising the new generation of Heavenly God leadership, which, God knows where, is stubbornly fighting at the frontline against the Abyss’s invasion, not afraid of hardship, fatigue, or even sacrifice. She called on all warriors from every race to learn from exemplary cases, arm their minds, raise their ideological awareness, and actively contribute to the glorious mission of saving the world, to become a glorious, noble, selfless hero, free from petty tastes – a Salvation Army hero. Miss Lin Xue’s entire speech was impassioned, sincere, and fervent, greatly motivating the representatives present at the meeting. Waves of thunderous applause broke out, and delegates from all races expressed that they would seriously study and implement the spirit of this assembly, strengthen themselves, and strive to be the new generation of advanced individuals saving the world…
Through a round of eager and friendly exchange and discussion, the representatives of all races and Xyrin Apostles reached a consensus at the assembly. Under the circumstances of two Xyrin Emperors, one asleep, the other distracted, and the other Xyrin leaders spacing out, playing cards, surfing the internet, chatting, and eating noodles, the meeting passed its first resolution: to establish a new world protection organization led by Xyrin Apostles and involving people of all races worldwide to resist the violent gang led by Akmonde and the Fallen Apostles – the Salvation Army.
The above is the meeting record meticulously crafted by Miss Lin, and it’s clear to us, except for the last part that fairly described the performance of the Xyrin Apostles present, the initial record about Lin Banxian’s generous speech can be taken as just filler.
I can’t help but admire Lin Xue’s ability to talk endlessly for two hours at such a boring meeting. She’s not just a Prophet who can turn into a scammer in any situation, but also a divine being who could turn into a township government official at any moment, as evident from her having literally talked me to sleep with her speech…
In a way, it seems like there’s not a single Divine Race or Immortal Sister in the meeting room who’s not a divine being – for example, Pandora who was dazing off and dozing during the World People’s Congress, Dingdang making herself comfortable having afternoon tea with a handkerchief spread out on the conference table, Anwina and Alaya who somehow ended up sitting together playing cards, and not to mention Sicaro and Little Baobao having a contest to see who can eat Master Kong noodles faster…
I think the glorious image of the Divine Race we’ve struggled to maintain for so long has been completely destroyed by this bunch of pranksters showing their real colors given enough time…
That was my first thought after waking up at the conference table.
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“Alright,” I looked up at Lin Xue, who was gulping down water, and then moved to wrap things up, “from now on, everyone here is a comrade-in-arms on the same front. If there are no questions, I’ll announce the next action arrangements for the Salvation Army…”
“Hold on, Divine Messenger!” To my surprise, a voice actually interrupted me, “Please forgive my rudeness, but as a representative of the Human Race, I have a question!”
I looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the speaker was indeed the Holy Knight who had shown obvious hostility towards The Forgotten and had maintained an air of haughty nobility. I had already guessed what he was thinking with considerable accuracy.
“Divine Messenger,” Victor began, in line with my expectations, aiming his attack at The Forgotten and seizing upon the news brought by Sylvanas as leverage, “I believe we need to reassess the decision to allow undead creatures to join the Salvation Army. Everyone here is already aware of the message their leader brought today. There has been a rebellion within the undead creatures. This once again proves that undead creatures are inherently untrustworthy! Treachery is in their very nature!”
As Victor spoke, his face took on what he believed to be a very righteous expression, as if this place were not a hall of the gods, but the headquarters of the Knight Order in Stormwind City, as if he were not a carefully speaking envoy to the gods, but a noble rallying the civilians with impassioned rhetoric.
Well, I admit that those who play poker, eat instant noodles, and drink afternoon tea have long since frittered away the so-called ‘austerity of the gods’…
Upon hearing Victor’s speech, all representatives present, apart from Jaina and a few special envoys she brought along, as well as the Great Mage of the Naga Clan who seemed only interested in Dingdang, showed a slight wavering in their expression. They did not necessarily prejudice against undead creatures, but were thinking of more issues. For instance, Sylvanas had now been overthrown; The Forgotten might not only fail to be a significant assistance to the Salvation Army, but might also become a burden. Was there still a need to take in such Forgotten? More importantly, with such a severe mutation occurring within The Forgotten, everyone was weighing whether such a race could truly be a hidden threat.
Sylvanas kept her expression unchanged, but the red glow in her eyes was sharper than ever. I knew she must be furious but couldn’t show it. Having lost almost everything, Sylvanas understood all too well that anything she said now would carry no weight. Moreover, due to Valimas’s and the Royal Alchemist Society’s betrayal, she could no longer be called the Queen of The Forgotten. In this council composed of representatives from different races, she had lost most of her right to speak.
With this in mind, she cast her gaze towards the gods of the Divine Race sitting at the upper council table. Although these members of the Divine Race were a bit… cough, not very serious… one way or another, they seemed to hold a great fondness for The Forgotten, which was incredibly intriguing, but at least it gave her a glimmer of hope.
Seeing the minute changes in the expressions of the various representatives around him, Victor believed that his speech had taken effect and could not help revealing a slight smile, thinking coldly to himself: Undead creatures… those filthy beings should all be purified! To speak of The Forgotten having left their wicked masters behind is sheer self-deception! Today, I will champion the justice of the Holy Light and make everyone see the true face of these undead, and also let the Divine Messenger know who truly deserves to join the ranks of the Salvation Army. Not just the undead, but those wicked Beastmen too, I shall see to it that they are utterly expelled from this sacred hall!
In some respects, Victor did indeed have a sense of righteousness as a Holy Knight, and his manners as an Old Nobility were impeccable, but that was only towards the Upper Society of Stormwind City. Victor’s sense of justice was solely directed at Humans, and his courtesies were reserved only for what he considered the so-called elite. A fervent supporter of Admiral Proudmore in the past, he zealously despised all races he considered heretical, deluding himself into thinking he was manifesting the justice of the Holy Light. He had also manipulated his way into his position as a representative of the Human Race with the sole purpose of ostracizing The Forgotten from the Salvation Army and suppressing the influence of the Beastmen within it—as filthy and savage primitives, they were only suitable to be laborers and slaves, not to become the glorious Chosen Warriors.
Initially, Victor had been somewhat uncertain of his plans, but the rebellion within The Forgotten was a godsend for him. Now, the value of The Forgotten must have all but dissipated in the eyes of the Divine Envoy!
He was determined to make the Divine Envoy realize that those lowly undead and Beastmen could never become members of the Salvation Army!
Victor’s reasoning might make sense if we were truly just ‘Divine Envoys.’ Now, having lost her army, her territory, and even her personal safety was difficult to ensure—requiring our forces to secure her lost lands—Sylvanas would undoubtedly be seen as a burden. However…
Such a pity, for I am a wower with a certain fondness for the Queen…
