385: Emergency meeting of the top leadership of the Dragon Kingdom

The document in the Chief's hand was not thick, consisting of only a few thin pages.

But he flipped through them very, very slowly.

With every page he turned, the expression on his face grew more solemn.

Everyone else in the conference room held their breath as they watched the Chief, an ominous premonition rising in their hearts.

A document labeled as urgent and delivered directly to the Chief at a time like this was definitely no small matter.

Finally, the Chief set the document down, looked up, and scanned the people sitting around the conference table.

"Everyone, I'll keep this brief."

"Just now, our Spatial Energy Monitoring Stations deployed across the country simultaneously issued the highest-level red alert."

"The report shows that across the country, there are a total of thirty-seven high-Rank Dungeons of Lv6 or above."

"Their internal spatial structures are undergoing synchronized and violent decay."

"What?!"

"Thirty-seven?!"

"Synchronized decay? How is that possible!"

The Chief's words made it impossible for the generals present to maintain their composure, and they cried out in shock.

They were the heads of their respective war zones; no one knew better than they did what an Lv6 Dungeon signified.

Within them lurked truly terrifying existences from the Lord World.

Once a Dungeon collapsed and the monsters within swarmed out, it would be a catastrophic disaster for any modern city!

And now, thirty-seven of them had lit up with red alerts simultaneously!

"According to the calculations of models established by experts from our Academy of Sciences based on the decay rate..."

"...these Dungeons can last for ten days at most."

"If they are not cleared from the inside within ten days..."

"...they will... open portals on Blue Star."

A deathly silence fell over the conference room.

Ten days.

Only ten days.

"Chief... this... this is impossible..." A general from the Western War Zone stood up, his voice trembling.

"The Sea of Sand in our war zone is an Lv7 Dungeon!"

"We... even the reconnaissance teams we sent in were completely wiped out!"

"One month... how could we possibly purify it?"

His words echoed the thoughts of everyone present.

Forget Lv7; even an Lv6 Dungeon was an insurmountable chasm for them.

Their most elite Professional units wouldn't last ten minutes in such a place.

"Silence!"

The Chief shouted in a low voice.

The conference room fell silent instantly.

"I'm not here to listen to your complaints, nor am I here to hear you say it's impossible."

"I want you to provide me with a solution that can solve the problem, right here and right now!"

A solution?

What kind of solution could there be?

Everyone lowered their heads, their faces filled with despair.

Was Dragon Country really about to face an unprecedented catastrophe?

"Chief."

Amidst this desperate silence, He Yongping suddenly stood up.

Everyone's eyes focused on him.

"I have a... solution that isn't quite a solution," He Yongping said in a heavy voice after taking a deep breath.

The Chief looked at him. "Speak."

"Request aid."

He Yongping only said two words.

But those two words caused the expressions of everyone present to change.

Request aid?

From whom?

In a global crisis like this, who could save whom?

From Eagle Country?

From Germanic?

Don't be ridiculous; they're probably struggling to save themselves right now.

"He Yongping!" A general who had always been at odds with him immediately slammed the table and stood up.

"What do you mean? When has our great Dragon Country ever needed to beg others for mercy?"

"You're shaking the army's morale! You're boosting others' spirits while undermining our own!"

He Yongping ignored him and simply looked at the Chief, saying word by word:

"I'm not talking about requesting aid from foreign countries."

"I mean... requesting aid from H-City, from the Cangming Holy Land, from Mr. Mo Yan."

"What?!"

"Request aid from him?"

"He Yongping, you're crazy. He's just a Lord!"

"Even if he's powerful, could he possibly be stronger than our entire nation?"

"We are the legitimate authority of Dragon Country, the official government. If word gets out that we bowed to a local power, where would our dignity be?"

In the conference room...

...voices of opposition rose one after another.

Deep down, these military bigwigs still held onto their obsession with legitimacy and authority.

Asking them to bow and seek help from a mysterious Holy Lord outside the system was more painful than killing them.

"All of you, shut up!"

He Yongping suddenly erupted in a roar that shook the walls.

With bloodshot eyes, he pointed at his opposing colleagues and cursed:

"Dignity? How much is dignity worth?"

"Can it buy back the lives of millions or tens of millions of our compatriots?"

"You bunch of fools! Can't you see the situation even now?"

"Open your eyes and take a good look at that person on the light screen!"

"His name is Chen Beixuan, and he's just a Citizen under Mr. Mo Yan!"

"He alone can beat our strongest trump card like a dead dog!"

"And think back to the Cangming Alliance team in yesterday's group match!"

"They used inconceivable tactics to overcome the odds and take down the team led by Eagle Country's S-Rank Genius!"

"They, too, are just allies under Mr. Mo Yan!"

"A Citizen and an ally already possess such strength!"

"Then tell me, how strong must Mr. Mo Yan himself be?"

"How terrifying must the Cangming City he built be?"

"If our entire nation combined its strength, would it even be enough to fight him alone?"

He Yongping's roars were like hammer blows, slamming hard against everyone's hearts.

The generals who had been clamoring just a moment ago all fell silent.

It was true... they had been blinded by their official and legitimate status for too long.

So much so that they had selectively ignored the most terrifying fact.

Mo Yan and the Holy Land he represented...

...had already become powerful enough to reach a terrifying level that rivaled or even transcended an entire nation.

"At the beginning of the Apocalypse, H-City was one of the cities with the most severe disasters in the country, with several times the number of Dungeons compared to other cities."

The Mayor of H-City, an elegant middle-aged man wearing glasses, also stood up at this time and added in a calm tone.

"But now, H-City is the safest city in the country. Period."

"Our city originally had dozens of Dungeons, large and small."

"Now, only one remains, and it's the highest-Rank one."

"The others have all been cleared out by Mr. Mo Yan and his people."

"The Citizens live and work in peace, and commercial activity is even more prosperous than before the Apocalypse."

"All of this is because of the existence of the Holy Land."

The Mayor's words plunged everyone present into deep thought.

They knew the Mayor was telling the truth.

H-City was now hailed as the miracle city of the Apocalypse, the last pure land on Blue Star.

And the one who created this miracle was the very Holy Lord they both feared and rejected: Mo Yan.

The conference room fell into a long silence once again.

Only this time, within the silence...

...it was no longer despair, but a hint of... struggle.