Time slipped by in the sound of the woman's cries.
Over ten minutes later, Tyuule stopped weeping, then suddenly prostrated herself on the floor, striking her forehead hard against it.
[Thud!]
"Tyuule, on behalf of all the fallen souls of the Warrior Bunnies, pledges the highest loyalty to the World Government!"
"The Warrior Bunnies shall serve the World Government for all generations. This vow shall endure until the very end of our bloodline!"
Colonel Eisenhower was left speechless.
Strictly speaking, those words should not have been addressed to him, but he was willing to report them on her behalf.
Judging from the current situation, this Warrior Bunnies might indeed receive some measure of favor.
If he could maintain good relations with them, perhaps it would bring him some benefit in the future.
"Ahem. Alright, I've already reported your situation."
"You should wait to say these things when you meet the World Government officials."
"For now, calm yourself and continue listening to the rest of the orders."
Hearing Colonel Eisenhower's reminder, Tyuule realized she had overreacted, quickly rising and adopting a posture of respectful attentiveness.
"Mhm. The order states that, given the doomsday crisis facing Falmart, the auxiliary corps in this region are to cooperate with the relevant officials," he said.
"They are to escort those willing to migrate, bringing the peoples of various races to temporarily reside in the Third Special Zone of the Nuclear World, after which they will be sent on to worlds more suitable for them."
"Among them, the elves, dwarves, aquatic tribes, medusas, and Warrior Bunnies will be sent directly to settle permanently on Starfish."
At this, Colonel Eisenhower's face filled with envy.
"Congratulations to you and your people!"
He himself had no idea when in his lifetime he might ever get to visit Starfish, let alone take his family to live there.
Yet this woman of such tragic origins had already been granted that qualification.
"What is doomsday, and what kind of place is Starfish?" Tyuule asked.
Colonel Eisenhower smiled. "As for doomsday, that matter will be made public during the executions. You'll understand then."
"As for what Starfish is like, to be honest, I'm not entirely sure myself."
"I only know that to call it a 'divine realm' would not be an exaggeration."
"Because Starfish is the World Government's home world—like the capital of a nation. It's the world all of us dream of reaching."
Tyuule's eyes lit up. The center of the World Government?!
Half an hour later, this World Government order was loudly proclaimed throughout the imperial capital by soldiers, with proclamations posted on walls everywhere for all races to read.
At the same time, other auxiliary corps stationed across the continent also began spreading news locally of "doomsday" and "mass migration."
...
Rondel.
This famed city of magic now carried an atmosphere no different from that of the imperial capital.
Every corner reeked of the gloom of defeat.
Indeed.
The ninja group led by Old A had successfully crushed all resistance from the mages, formally occupying this blue city full of magical character.
At this moment, the entire city was under shinobi control, with all residents forbidden from being outside.
[Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh]
Ten Apache attack helicopters stirred up fierce winds, escorting an Air Force airship as it slowly descended into Fountain Square.
One after another, men in suits and sunglasses, barehanded, leapt off the ship's deck.
Under the gaze of countless Umigakure shinobi, they blurred into motion as they hit the ground, swiftly establishing a perimeter and ignoring the shinobi entirely.
Their cold demeanor, agile movements, and the dangerous aura radiating from them made it instantly clear to everyone—these were members of CIPHER POL.
Indeed, they were CIPHER POL No. 1.
Specialized in providing security for mid-level and higher officials of the World Government.
"Raishō of Umigakure, A. A pleasure to meet you both!"
Old A stepped forward calmly and shook each of their hands.
"Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs, Johnson Benson."
"The strongest Raikage in shinobi history—I've long heard the name. Seeing you today, your reputation is well-deserved. To have conquered this magical capital so quickly is indeed a military feat for the World Government!"
Deputy Minister Benson spoke politely, without arrogance, offering praise.
"President of the Starfish Magic Association, Joseph. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Joseph, who had come along, smiled warmly, carrying himself with calm dignity.
Ever since Brimir officially joined the World Government, their Magic Association had gained a powerful backer.
Especially after learning that Starfish would also be filled with magic.
He felt the Magic Association's future was bright, destined to become an indispensable organization.
Behind the two walked Sheffield and four elf mages in ornate blue robes.
After a round of polite greetings, the three followed Old A on foot toward the Great Hall.
Benson and Joseph walked along, surveying their surroundings.
Every building was primarily white, with rooftops of blue and light green, leaving the place looking exceptionally clean and pleasing to the eye.
Joseph immediately took a liking to the city.
At the same time, he was astonished by how many mages Rondel possessed.
In just these few minutes, he had sensed tens of thousands of magical auras.
Strong or weak, there was no doubt—they all could use magic.
Compared to the "Zero-Magic World," where only the offspring of nobility could use magic, this place was utterly beyond comparison.
Moments later, the group arrived at the Great Hall, covered by a massive azure dome.
Inside, they met the key figures for this exchange.
The mayor of Rondel City, one of the Three Great Sages—Magnus.
And the two elders who had survived the battle with the shinobi: Elder Coton, who studied magical items, and Elder Hart, who studied magical creatures.
At this moment, though none of the three seemed restrained, seals had already been placed on them by the shinobi—seals that could activate binding spells at any time.
Soon, six people sat at opposite ends of a long table, beginning an equal dialogue.
Magnus the Sage found the scene before him utterly laughable.
"You've already won. Do whatever you want. Why bother putting on this show with us?"
"Heh. We've come here to invite you—meaning all the mages of Rondel—to migrate to Starfish, settle there, and from this day on become part of the World Government."
Deputy Minister Benson kept smiling the entire time.
"That's simple enough. Just drag us over—what else could we do?"
Magnus gave a cold snort.
"No, no. We are sincerely inviting you to migrate. We don't want you to harbor resentment."
Deputy Minister Benson stressed his words.
"You invaded our world, slaughtered so many of our people, and seized our city!
"And now you expect us to smile, abandon the homeland we've lived in for centuries, move everyone to your place, and wholeheartedly help you invade other worlds?!"
At first Magnus could stay calm, but the more he spoke, the more agitated he became, his tone turning harsher.
The other two elders also wore furious looks, glaring straight at Benson, Old A, and Joseph across the table.
"Shameless!!!"
Magnus couldn't help but slam the table and curse: "Don't think that just because you defeated us you've truly conquered this world. Our world has gods—eleven Main Gods!"
"Uh—"
At these words, Benson, Old A, and Joseph exchanged looks, their expressions strange.
"Ahem. Maybe… show them those images first?"
Joseph softly suggested to Deputy Minister Benson.
The latter thought for a moment, then nodded. "Indeed. I'd meant to save it for later, but without it, the talks will be hard to continue."
"You! What are you talking about? What images?
"Could it be images of you torturing Sage Mimoza?!"
Magnus's face changed drastically, his eyes burning with fury.
"Despicable!!!"
"…"
Benson, Old A, and Joseph were momentarily speechless.
This old mage's temper was really explosive.
They could only wonder—after he saw the images, what expression would he have then?
Main Gods?
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
...
"No!!!"
"I am a god! How could I possibly lose to a mortal like you?!"
"Shihahaha!"
"Fool, the strong are gods! The weak, like you—kneel before me!"
"Rory!!!"
"Get down here and help me! Buy me some time! Rory, what are you doing?!"
"Gurararara, how disgraceful, Emroy! And you dare call yourself the strongest god?"
"Show some backbone and face me head-on!"
Inside the Grand Hall of Rondel, seated at the conference table were Sage Magnus, Elder Coton, and Elder Hart.
A dozen senior magisters listening from the distance were also present.
All of them were staring, dumbfounded, at the virtual image projected into midair by the Den-Den Mushi.
That earth-shaking battle scene was enough to overwhelm the eyes on its own.
But the furious roars carried within it, and the identities those words revealed, made it even harder to believe.
They wanted to question it aloud, but everything in the image was so real.
Even if they did not actually know the true appearance of these gods.
The power both sides displayed was simply too terrifying.
"Ahem."
When the image ended, Johnson Benson broke the silence.
"As you have all seen, the eleven chief gods of this world have been defeated and captured in full by our great generals."
His tone was calm, his expression indifferent.
Yet his quiet gaze swept over the stunned faces of the three.
"By the way, from what I know, the 'God of Flame and Smithing,' Duncan, has officially joined the World Government, and will soon head to the famed Sword Town on Starfish to take charge of forging weapons and equipment."
The meaning in his words was clear—if even the chief gods had submitted, what point was there in resisting?
"Th-this…"
Sage Magnus was dumbstruck, unable to form a single word.
"Heh—what else is there to say? You want to take people away, do as you please, but I choose to die in the world that gave me life and raised me."
Nearly seventy years old, Sage Magnus's eyes were resolute—he had decided firmly not to serve the World Government.
Across from him, Deputy Minister Benson and President Joseph exchanged a glance.
They were surely set on persuading him to join the Magic Association.
Now, of the three great sages of Rondel, Cato had died in battle, and Mimoza was locked in Impel Down. Only this one remained.
The magical knowledge he possessed was an unimaginably precious treasure.
And that was only his personal value.
As the mayor of Rondel, Sage Magnus carried decades of accumulated prestige.
That prestige also gave him great power to pacify and reassure, ensuring that nearly one hundred thousand magisters here would follow the arrangements of the World Government.
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