Chapter 1417 - 10: Advance

Gaulunaro, Maruri Port.

Lawrence stood by the railing, gazing at the neatly arranged warships on the sea. The sea breeze blew, pushing the waves to crash against the bricks beneath him.

With the conflict of the White Tide Strait, the garrison at Maruri Port has been gradually increasing. As a logistics base, it maintains the continuation of the war. Besides the warships sent to the White Tide Strait, some warships without any numbers have also increased in the port.

Some officers expressed doubts about this, not only due to these mysterious warships but also as more and more unfamiliar soldiers appeared in sight. They tried to trace the affiliation of these warships, but ultimately all they could reach was a fog, hard to penetrate.

"On the eve of war..."

Lawrence whispered, reaching out to feel the cool evening breeze.

Maruri Port is now in a very delicate situation, with believers holding candles strolling the streets, humming prayers continuously, like an endless song reverberating through the city.

But under this sacred peace lies constant nightmares and the preparation for war. Cold warships shatter sacred prayers, speeding through the turbulent sea.

"Hasn’t the war already begun?"

A voice sounded, Corey walked slowly from the other side, wearing a heavy coat that not only shielded him from the cold but also hid his battle-fractured arm.

"No, I mean my war."

Lawrence said softly, like an evil ghost hidden in the darkness for a long time.

The conflict of the White Tide Strait and the disputes of various countries are not what he wants; merely a necessary road to achieve his goal.

"Your war..." Corey tasted this phrase and then asked, "So you called me here, is something up?"

"It’s about our upcoming actions."

Lawrence spoke slowly, like a sluggish old man.

"It’s time to begin."

"What do you want to do?"

"War, a war that benefits everyone."

Lawrence shifted his gaze from the warships on the sea to Corey, who bore forbidden Secret Blood in his veins to survive.

He had become a monster for the same reason as Lawrence, both wanting to see that future of destruction.

"Ultimately, this is a passive war, I think Cornel is already worried sick now, isn’t he?"

Lawrence said, the outbreak of this war is guided by the Nation-Builders, requiring a reduction in population before The Inexpressible awakens. The Vikings’ conspiracy can just be conveniently used by them.

"Regardless of the result of the White Tide Strait, the true enemy of Gaulunaro remains unaffected."

Listening to him, Corey couldn’t help but think of that sacred land.

"The Holy Evangelical Pope Kingdom... Are you planning to go to war with them?"

Excitement and surprise flashed across Corey’s face, but his expression quickly gathered, and he said seriously.

"That’s not feasible, going to war with the Holy Evangelical Pope Kingdom would stretch the battle lines very long, facing the pressure of three enemy nations simultaneously..."

"No, Corey, the situation is not as bad as you think, and this world is not as simple as you imagine."

Lawrence interrupted Corey, with the help of the Gap, he has long glimpsed the disaster overflowing within Seven Hills, now marching towards the Holy Evangelical Pope Kingdom, they even struggle to organize an effective force to resist, as the greatest disaster will erupt in that sacred place.

And there are the Nation-Builders as well.

This world is a chessboard, no matter the camp, ultimately they are all pawns in the hands of the Nation-Builders, these ancient groups inheriting the Secret Keeper’s will, secretly manipulating the world’s direction, maintaining the balance between humanity and The Inexpressible.

Therefore, the current crazy world war is not unadjustable; as long as the Nation-Builders’ goals are met, it can be stopped, which is also what Lawrence wants.

"Within Seven Hills is brewing a disaster, a disaster far crazier than a world war... My army is already assembled, we will advance silently to the Holy Evangelical Pope Kingdom, smashing everything we despise into pieces."

Lawrence’s words carried magic power, painting the scenery of Hell in Corey’s mind.

Corey has always wanted to see the collapse and destruction of faith, for this he is even willing to consume forbidden Secret Blood, becoming a filthy monster.

Lawrence convinced him, but his responsibilities do not allow him to commit such madness.

"I need to confer with Cornel..."

"No need to worry about Cornel, he will allow it. Perhaps secret approval is already on its way here, we just need to prepare everything."

Lawrence chuckled, as if he knew everything.

After inheriting the throne, Cornel will eventually come into contact with those mysterious Nation-Builders. He believes these Nation-Builders are willing to take a gamble, even if they fail, it’s nothing. They can merely stick to the original plan to continue the world war.

Moreover, it’s just an inquiry, Lawrence never needed their approval, he himself is a mad disaster.

"So, are you getting closer to your predicted apocalypse?"

Corey asked, suppressing his inner agitation.

"Perhaps."

In his mind, the crimson ocean flashed, and Lawrence was unsure either.

"Why are you so obsessed with such an apocalypse? Just because you will die there?"