Monsters Are Coming-Chapter 879 - 249: Ants Gazing at the Moon, Flame of Civilization
The image on the Blood Crystal gradually dims, and all reconnaissance soldiers are dead.
Yet the Seven Great Thrones cannot calm their hearts.
The Little Mage seated in the Blood King's chair is certain that the mindset of these seven thrones has crumbled.
Just like when he failed to deliver benefits, he fell into despair.
A fleeting glimpse brought about the collapse of their worldview, the tip of the Monster World iceberg crushing all their pride deep within.
This is a height they cannot reach; the knowledge built in previous cross-world wars has also completely shattered.
The Little Mage can roughly understand this feeling.
What the Seven Great Thrones of the Spirit Breath Clan comprehend as Strength in the Monster World is like a child playing with pebbles.
The once-proud Super Beast Divine Soldiers and biotechnology, in the face of a higher-dimensional world, are as thin as a sheet of paper.
Parts of the World Decomposition data already surpass their understood realm.
"What... are we?" the Bone King hoarsely whispers.
He looks down at his hands, once capable of cross-world conquest, now seem so laughable.
He once thought he was the mighty conqueror, the bringer of Destruction.
Only now does he understand they are but frogs in a well, accidentally looking up to glimpse the true Cangqiong, vast and despairing.
"All the wars, calculations, glory...," the Fungus King grimly laughs:
"It turns out to be nothing but the revelry of ants."
The Spirit Breath Clan has its own way of determining the world's power level.
Just like the first reconnaissance on Earth, a simple investigation made them aware that Earth's combat tier was weak.
The world framework, spiritual energy content... these are core factors in determining whether a world can nurture a Strong Clan; it's impossible to nurture a dragon in the mud.
Applying this standard to the Monster World, assessing its strength or weakness.
It's guaranteed that Monster World can nurture top-strong clans.
According to this standard, even if a tribe in this high-level world doesn't develop any resource-utilizing technology and lives primitively.
They would still possess more terrifying Strength than the Super Beast Divine Soldiers they exhaust wisdom and resources to create.
Because in this world, breathing is Cultivation, living is Evolution.
The reconnaissance soldiers of the Spirit Breath Clan couldn't detect excessive data information at all.
It's certain that the invading Force on Spirit Breath World is only a fraction of this world.
Far from being an Overlord-level Influence.
Recalling before the meeting began, they thought of launching a counterattack against the invading Force's world, now only to find it ridiculous.
The top influences of this world, perhaps just ordinary activities, could bring a crisis of Destruction to Spirit Breath World.
This exploration plunged the Seven Great Thrones into uncontrollable fear.
They realized for the first time, power need not be pursued, it could be gained.
Like the sunlight, air, gravity of Spirit Breath World, naturally so.
The counterattack plan crumbles, leaving only one thought: they must escape Spirit Breath World quickly.
This war has no chance of victory.
Even if the invading Force is just a small influence of the vast world, the resources they hold are beyond what the Spirit Breath Clan can aspire to.
This explains why the invading Force used such crude Space Technology, yet the Space Channel built uses top-level spiritual material beyond Spirit Breath Clan's understanding.
Perhaps the top Divine Materials in their eyes are just ordinary resources in that world.
This disparity even causes the Seven Great Thrones to feel confused about their own positioning.
They stand silently at the edge of the conference table, the air heavy as if filled with lead.
They had once prided themselves as natural disasters, synonymous with Destruction.
This is the history their ancestors told them, filling them with pride, making them hold themselves highly.
But at this moment, they feel a sense of unprecedented absurdity.
Like a pack of wolves considering themselves fierce, suddenly realizing they're merely microorganisms swimming in an aquarium.
To the beings in the high-level world outside the aquarium, just a joke.
"What are our efforts worth?" the Blood King murmurs, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"Plunderers? Destroyers?" the Shadow King's voice seems squeezed from his throat, carrying hoarse self-mockery:
"Years of efforts seem like a self-deceiving game."
These words deepen the gloom in the hearts of the Seven Great Thrones.
They once smugly conquered lower-level worlds, like children crushing ant nests, destroying civilizations.
Only now do they understand that so-called conquest is but biting among ants.
This exploration shatters their pride built on history.
And makes them reevaluate this counter-invasion war.
Realizing their Strength is fundamentally insufficient to win this counter-invasion war, the Bone King first breaks the silence:
"We still have a retreat path, Blue World, perhaps it's time to start the evacuation plan, continuing the war will only deplete more combat power."
Facing the Bone King's proposal, the Soul King shakes his head:
"Blue World is only suitable for plunder, but not for living; survival in such a world, I see no future for the Spirit Breath Clan... perhaps we have another choice, build a new Space Channel, escape to that fear-inducing world."
The Soul King's proposal shocks the other six Thrones.
The proposal is incredibly bold, the Iron King decisively opposes:
"Escaping to that world is no different from sheep entering a tiger's lair, but staying here, our Spirit Breath Clan will be completely annihilated, gentlemen, this is not the time to dwell on dignity and pride, the urgent matter is to ensure the future of our clan, I believe escaping to Blue World is the most correct choice."
