400: A humiliating treaty, the price of survival!

When that scream of "we agree to everything" reached the side hall of the Holy Masters Mansion in City H through the communicator...

Robert collapsed onto the floor.

It was over.

Everything was over.

He didn't know whether he should feel lucky or sorrowful.

The lucky part was that his country... was saved.

The sorrowful part was that from now on, Eagle Country would no longer be the same Eagle Country.

And he, Robert, was the sinner who had signed this humiliating treaty with his own hands.

"Your Excellency Holy Lord..."

Using all his strength, he propped himself up and spoke into the air with a voice more unpleasant than crying:

"We... we, Eagle Country, accept all of your conditions."

"A ten-zero split. All profits and honors from the Dungeons on the list will belong to you."

The side hall was dead silent.

No one responded to him.

It was as if he were merely talking to thin air.

This feeling of being ignored caused Robert's heart to sink even further.

Could it be... the other party had even gone back on these conditions?

He didn't dare think further.

Just as he was about to be driven mad by this deathly silence, that young man's voice finally drifted in slowly from outside the door.

"Understood."

Merely two words, flat, cold, and devoid of any emotion.

Mo Yan didn't spare Robert a second glance.

Robert knelt on the ground, his head buried deep, not even having the courage to look up at Mo Yan.

Right now, he was just a dog waiting for its master's judgment.

"Since you've agreed, then stop kneeling and get up," Mo Yan said indifferently after taking a sip of tea.

"I don't keep idle people here, much less useless ones."

Robert's body trembled as he hurriedly scrambled up from the ground, standing respectfully to the side, not even daring to breathe loudly.

"After you return, immediately gather detailed information on all high-risk Dungeons within Eagle Country."

"Organize it into a most detailed report and send it to Colonel Zhang Chen's communicator within an hour."

"Yes, yes! I'll get right on it!" Robert nodded repeatedly like an elementary school student.

"Furthermore, notify your government to prepare the highest-specification logistical support starting tomorrow."

"When my people arrive, where they land, and what supplies they need will all be notified to you in advance by Colonel Zhang Chen."

"If there is even a slight mistake that affects the mood of my people..."

Mo Yan paused and lifted his eyelids to look at Robert.

"You will bear the consequences yourselves."

"Understood! We will! We will use the highest specifications!"

"No! It will be treatment beyond the highest specifications to welcome the warriors of the Holy Land!"

Robert's Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, he guaranteed it as if swearing an oath.

"Mm." Mo Yan nodded, seemingly satisfied with his attitude.

He stood up.

"You may leave."

"Ah? Yes!" Robert was stunned for a moment before realizing he was being dismissed.

As if granted a grand amnesty, he hurriedly bowed and retreated from the side hall step by step, with extreme caution.

It wasn't until he walked out of the mansion's main gate and was hit by the night breeze that he felt as if he had come back to life.

He looked back at the mansion, which appeared ancient and mysterious in the darkness, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was fear, there was humiliation, but more than that, there was the relief of having survived a disaster.

No matter what, he had survived.

The country had also survived.

Even if the price was losing everything.

He didn't dare linger any longer and, leading his equally dejected attendants, almost ran as he left Cangming City.

He had to organize those Dungeon materials within an hour.

He didn't dare imagine what that young man would do if he went over the time limit... Inside the side hall.

Mo Yan watched Robert's wretched retreating figure, his face expressionless.

He picked up the communicator on the table and sent a message to Zhang Chen.

"Eagle Country's side is settled."

"Ten-zero split, all profits belong to us."

On the other side of City H, Zhang Chen was in the command center nervously monitoring the global situation.

Seeing this message, his hand jerked violently, and the communicator almost fell to the floor.

Set... settled?

Ten-zero split?!

Zhang Chen sucked in a breath of cold air.

He knew the Holy Lord was tough and had anticipated the Holy Lord would set conditions even harsher than a nine-one split.

But he never expected that the Holy Lord would actually dare to demand a ten-zero split!

And Eagle Country actually agreed!

The one who once had the final say on Blue Star, who would send aircraft carriers to others' doorsteps to flaunt their power at every turn, had just... knelt?

Knelt so... so decisively?

Zhang Chen used to think that the state was supreme and unshakable.

But now, he finally understood.

In this new era, when an individual's power is strong enough to ignore all rules and Dominator the life and death of countless people...

"Holy Lord... you... you truly are a Divine Being..." Zhang Chen muttered to himself.

He didn't dare think more and quickly replied: "Yes! Holy Lord! I understand!"

Mo Yan's message soon came through again.

"Leak this news 'accidentally' to countries like Gaul and Germanic that are still hesitating."

"Tell them this is the last chance. Eagle Country has already made a wise choice."

"Now, it's their turn."

"Either give up everything like Eagle Country in exchange for survival."

"Or wait for destruction."

"Give them half an hour to consider."

Looking at this message, Zhang Chen felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet straight to his head.

First, use the incentive of an eight-two split to drive the citizens of those major powers mad, throwing them into internal chaos.

Then, use Eagle Country's ten-zero surrender to crush their final psychological defenses!

Now, there were only two paths left for these major powers.

Either accept the humiliating ten-zero treaty and become vassals.

Or wait for domestic riots and divisions to tear the entire country apart, then be eaten clean by the monsters in the Dungeons.

There was no third choice at all.

"I... I'll get on it immediately!" Zhang Chen's fingers were trembling slightly from excitement and tension.

He could already foresee what kind of expressions those major powers, who were still haggling over a nine-one split, would have when this news spread.

Regret?

Despair?

No, that was no longer enough to describe their feelings.

It would be an abyss of eternal damnation.

Inside the Holy Masters Mansion, after Mo Yan handled the Eagle Country matter, he paid no more attention to it.

To him, this was just a part of the plan, a logical progression, even a bit tedious.

What he truly cared about was another matter.

He picked up the communicator again and sent a second message to Zhang Chen.

"Tomorrow is the last day of the Team Challenge. After the competition ends, hold the award ceremony immediately."

"How are the preparations for the items in the prize pool?"