After Fishing For 10 Years, I Became A Saint Without Knowing How To Raise Beasts Chapter 490
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Chapter 490: 490 Elder Council
490 Elder Council
Prometheus was pleased that his vice-general was finally getting the picture.
“What’s the matter? You can just tell me straight up. It’s only the two of us here anyway.”
“If there’s anything you want to say, just say it. In any case, no one will know that we’re talking in this place.”
The vice-general nodded.
“I’m thinking that, given what the Knights of the Round Table are doing, the red flame divine spores will end up being activated anyway.”
Right now, the myriad races felt that these red spores were harmless, as they were dormant. However, when more and more moons fell, and the red spores became denser and more widespread, fear would gradually emerge in their hearts.
When that happened, once the Heavenly Dao became dense enough, the activated red spores would begin to take in the emotion of fear and manifest its demonic nature. Once that happened, the disaster would be irreversible.
When Prometheus heard this, he nodded.
“I think that’s what the Saintess and the shrine faction are thinking.”
“Think about it. Even if we don’t activate the red flame divine spores ourselves, when enough of our moons fall, the result would be the same.”
The vice-general then continued, “In that case, since we’re going to lose countless citizens in that process, why don’t we activate the red spores ourselves and spare ourselves such harsh losses?”
“The sooner the red flame divine spores are activated, and the faster we use them to destroy the Knights of the Round Table, the more deaths we can avoid.”
To the vice-general, it was better for countless myriad races to perish than for their own citizens to perish. In a sense, this was something that both they and the shrine agreed on.
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In any case, the myriad races would perish later anyway once the Knights of the Round Table attacked enough moons. It would be better to just get it over with sooner.
“We might want this, but the Elder Council will definitely reject the proposal,” Prometheus said.
“As I’ve said, they are a very pedantic and useless bunch. They’ll just spout some hypocritical nonsense, saying that we should wait for things to develop according to their natural course so that they won’t be responsible for the outcome.”
“To them, such an intervention is unnatural and unnecessary. To them, the outcome is not set in stone. That’s why they will never agree to this, as this proposal will have turned the 99% possibility into 100% possibility, which is unacceptable to those old farts.”
To us, the logical conclusion is obvious, and is only a matter of time. However, the Elder Council pursues the process, not the outcome. As long as there’s a 0.01% possibility of a different outcome, they will hold fast.”
As the vice-general nodded, Prometheus continued, “Look at it from this perspective. They believe in things taking their natural course and in the ability of the Heavenly Dao to correct itself.”
Prometheus sighed.
…
Yuchi had no idea about any of this, and neither did any of the myriad races. However, it was becoming increasingly obvious that the increased Heavenly Dao gave rise to the existence of these mysterious red spores.
When the Knights of the Round Table caused more moons to fall, it would release even more of the Heavenly Dao locked away in those moons, which would overflow into the surface world.
Over time, the red spores, which were like a thin layer of red fog over the ground, would become more and more numerous and concentrated.
Then once the Heavenly Dao became dense enough, the red spores would awaken.
By then, perhaps this entire area would be covered by the red spores. At that point, there would be no ignoring the red spores, and all it would take was fear to manifest the demonic nature of the red flame divine spores.
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