The Grand Lord's words were not false, this was definitely not a level humans could reach.

Maven couldn't imagine how the Graycastle people would deal with such a miracle—aside from looking up, all they could do was pray.

The demons were certain to win this war.

He no longer had a shred of doubt.

The previous loss and fear had vanished, replaced by an indescribable excitement. Since the demons could win the war, then the reward promised to him was no longer an ethereal matter. This reversal was far from being rescued from drowning, but directly welcoming the peak from a dead end!

As for those knights who had fled, they would probably regret it for the rest of their lives—no, that's not right, they wouldn't have the qualification to live to old age. Once he became the King of Eternal Winter, he would definitely make the traitors pay!

Maven knelt down excitedly and lowered his head to Hackzord. "Yes, we have seen it."

The other nobles followed suit.

"This is the God-Made God of our race, and the most direct manifestation of 'Power'." The Lord of the Sky Dome said with his hands behind his back, "Bringing you here is not only to dispel doubts, but I have a task for you to complete."

"Please give us your orders!" Everyone said quickly.

"The God-Made God will need some time to reach the Impassable Mountain Range, but the territories you are responsible for managing already show signs of being out of control. Every fugitive may turn around and become an enemy of the race. I don't want this situation to continue to deteriorate." It looked around at everyone, "From today onwards, you must organize manpower and transfer everyone in the city here. At the same time, I will allocate an area on the God-Made God for you to live in, until the God's Will Battle is over."

"You... want those lowlifes to board the miracle as well?" Nanos asked in surprise.

"Whose fault do you think this is?" Hackzord glanced at him coldly.

The latter immediately shut his mouth.

"The news of the knights' escape will soon reach the lower levels, and then the order of Eternal Winter will completely collapse. Instead of letting them be used by Graycastle, it's better to control them before the snowball gets too big. If there are any objectors, use knives and swords to shut them up. This shouldn't be too difficult for you."

"Of, of course." Maven was the first to express his position, "I'll go and do it right away."

The other nobles also agreed one after another.

"Don't worry, your territories will not be abandoned because of this, because the war won't last that long." Hackzord seemed to see their worries, "In addition, following the actions of the God-Made God also means you are participating in the war, which will greatly increase the weight of your merits. When the human kingdoms are distributed, they will obviously not ignore this point, do you understand my meaning?"

The nobles were overjoyed. The failure of the previous ambush on the Graycastle squad had undoubtedly failed to satisfy the Demon Grand Lord. Now that they had the opportunity to make amends, and might even go a step further, everyone's emotions were stirred up.

"Yes, yes! We will definitely do our best!"

Hackzord opened a new teleportation gate, "Understood. I only have two requirements: the transfer time should be as fast as possible, and the existence of the God-Made God must not be revealed. Now, get moving."

...

After sending the Eternal Winter nobles away, it returned to the depths of the Great Rift Valley.

Letting the "low-energy insects" in the eyes of most of its kind come into contact with the God-Made God put a lot of pressure on Hackzord. At least the Grand Lords were not monolithic, and Mask even thought it was a blasphemy, but it still enforced it as the "Commander of the Western Front."

The Lord of the Sky Dome had gradually learned that the Graycastle warriors were nothing special. They might have been farmers or hunters before, but after a few months of training, they would join the army as recruits, and the firearms in their hands were enough to kill a well-trained Native.

In other words, the efficiency of converting war personnel on the other side far exceeded the past experience of the race—even the symbiotic bodies that Mask was proud of could not achieve such an astonishing conversion speed. This was why the Graycastle people were frantically searching for population from Eternal Winter and Wolfheart, because that was not a burden, nor was it for long-term planning, but a real short-term benefit!

Once the order maintained by the nobles collapsed, a large number of warriors would be given to the enemy for nothing, which was something Hackzord absolutely did not want to happen.

At the same time, this group of people were no less efficient than the Lesser Demons in terms of work, and it was a pity to kill them all. It was better to move them to the God-Made God and serve the race. With the ebb and flow, this decision could be said to be the most reasonable choice at the moment.

Of course, whether other peers recognized it or not was not something it could worry about.

What god-made object, what sacred place, none of that was as important as victory. It had already bet everything on the Western Front, not only making a vow to the King, but even applying for the God-Made God. These criticisms and accusations were just adding a new debt.

Compared to the pressure from above, the problem that gave Hackzord a headache was in Sky Dome City.

Slowly walking down the stone steps to the bottom of the Tower of Creation, in the dense Mayfly Pool that was like liquid, there was an additional dark figure. It sat cross-legged opposite the Nightmare, holding the other's palm in its hands and remaining motionless, like a stone sculpture.

"You haven't given up yet?" Hackzord frowned in dissatisfaction, "If I could find its whereabouts through the clues in the Realm of Consciousness, I would have done so long ago."

It didn't know what bad luck it had encountered, why every colleague was so unreliable.

This person was the Disaster of Silence who came to support the Western Front.

As the name suggests, it mostly wore a set of airtight armor, rarely showed its true face, and basically didn't speak much. No one knew what it was thinking in its head. But unlike the Grand Lords such as Mask, its individual strength was the best among the Grand Lords, and the Lord of the Sky Dome was not good at being too critical.

If it were any other guy, it would have cursed long ago.

After all, it had finally looked forward to reinforcements, but as soon as it arrived at Sky Dome City, it didn't ask about the battle situation or understand the enemy's situation, but went directly to the Mayfly Pool to accompany the Nightmare's body.

Everyone knew that once lost in the Realm of Consciousness, there would be no way to return to the origin. In the vast sea, there were still ocean currents and sun, moon, and stars as indicators, but there was nothing in the Realm of Consciousness—it was always chaotic and disorderly, and the torrents of the lower layers were like storms, making it difficult to even maintain oneself, let alone being constantly eroded by other consciousnesses.

The Nightmare had been lost for months, and even if it could be found, it would definitely not be the same "it" as before.

"It must have discovered some clues to take this risk." The Disaster of Silence rarely replied, "Anything related to Vakiris, I must verify it myself."

Obviously, the other party didn't trust it very much. Hackzord rubbed its forehead helplessly. Although the Nightmare was a very special existence for other Grand Lords, it was even more special for some people—the Disaster of Silence was one of them. If it remembered correctly, the other party's Grand Lord promotion ceremony was presided over by the Nightmare.

"Have you confirmed it now?"

"Almost, but the conclusion is a little different from yours." It said concisely, "I don't think the Nightmare is completely lost, it's just trapped somewhere in the Realm of Consciousness."

"Reason?"

"Intuition."

Heh, intuition. Hackzord slandered, if there was anything more unreliable than Mask's promise, it was probably the Disaster of Silence's intuition. "Does this conclusion help the outcome in any way? You still can't find the Nightmare's whereabouts, nor can you awaken it, and in the end, nothing will change. Instead of spending time here, think about how to deal with humans."

"That male." Silence glanced at it.

"What?"

"I will help you eliminate the humans, which is also my purpose here." It suddenly stood up from the Mayfly Pool, the helmet flashing a dangerous red light, "But that male who appeared in the Hall of Inheritance must be left to me. I think the Nightmare's whereabouts must be related to him."