"Honestly, I don't know." Vakiris's gaze didn't waver in the slightest. "This isn't quite the order I expected, and that's exactly what you're concerned about, isn't it?"

Roland acknowledged its statement—he had already discovered that Nightmares possessed an indescribable insight into people's hearts. Even in the Martial Artists Association, it was now quite popular, one could say it was thriving. In front of such a being, feigning ignorance was of little use; directness was the most effective way to negotiate.

According to the other party's previous judgment, the appearance of the God-Made God meant that the Lord of the Celestial Heavens had already made up its mind. Since it had spoken to the King, it had basically cut off any possibility of being won over. Unless the floating land was destroyed, it would never turn back.

"Logically, the inherently suspicious Haikezuode would always secretly monitor the situation at the front lines. It wouldn't take action until you demonstrated sufficient strength." Vakiris spoke as if to itself, yet also seemed to be voicing his inner doubts, "Now it's acting out of character and has even reached some kind of consensus with Sairoshaxi. It's no wonder you're wary. But..."

"But what?"

"What if the situation has changed?" It spread its hands. "The world is ever-changing. No matter how appropriate a decision may be, it becomes meaningless when divorced from the corresponding conditions. I can only guess that perhaps other factors have caused Haikezuode to change its initial intentions."

"But you don't know what that is specifically."

"That's right. Even you can't find out, let alone me." Vakiris took another sip of coffee. "If we don't ask, we won't be able to guess anything here."

"So you're going to write a letter again?"

"It is indeed one method, but the time from suspicion to contact would probably be quite long. And the conditions at that time will also change. These uncertain factors will all bring uncertain risks."

Roland was silent for a moment, then looked at Vakiris with a rather playful expression, "Are you trying to tempt me?"

"The decision is always in your hands." The latter's expression was unexpectedly calm.

"..." Roland didn't answer immediately. He shrugged and changed the subject, "By the way, why do you only talk about Haikezuode and hardly mention the Silence Disaster? Could it not be part of the 'other factors'?"

"Because I understand it." A hint of emotion suddenly appeared in Vakiris's eyes. It turned its head to look out the window. "It takes a lot of reasons to persuade Haikezuode, but it doesn't take any to persuade it. As long as it knows I'm still alive, it will definitely not stand idly by."

...

God-Made God, bottom of the Mayfly Pond.

"Is this really going to work?" Silence asked the Lord of the Celestial Heavens, who was closing its eyes to rest in the pond.

"Maybe yes, maybe no." After several days of recuperation, Haikezuode's condition had recovered significantly. "But since you can't think of a better way, we can only try our luck first."

It knew that if it wanted to make the other party stand firmly on its side, it must first resolve the two reasons Silence had given for refusing—it had no power to reverse the King's order to implement Plan Number Two, nor did it dare to openly question the King's strategy. So the only breakthrough lay in Vakiris's "letter."

A slip of paper and a few words were too hasty, so what about more words and information? If it could successfully contact the Nightmare Overlord, Silence Disaster would surely become its most powerful card.

For this plan, Haikezuode not only had its capable subordinate Xiyasis personally monitor the communication points in northern Dawn, but also dispatched two noble clans to Hermes Mountain Foot and the Eternal Winter Border respectively, hoping not to miss any possible replies.

This uncertain, needle-in-a-haystack approach added more uncertainty to a plan that already relied on luck, but Haikezuode had no choice. It couldn't reveal the existence of that witch, lest Vakiris lose its attachment and become completely lost in the realm of consciousness. Nor could it pre-arrange a place to wait for a reply, giving humans a chance to set up an ambush.

But as for the final outcome, it had no confidence at all.

After all, messages took time to transmit, and the second God-Made God driven by the King was heading towards the Fertile Plains day and night. Once Plan Number Two was launched, there would be no turning back.

"Also... instead of worrying about this, you should pay more attention to Mask."

"What's wrong with Mask?" Silence frowned.

"I don't know... I just feel like its reaction is a bit strange." Haikezuode shook its head. Now that it had returned here, it couldn't hide it from the other party forever. But Mask, who had taken over the Western Front Army, seemed not to care about its long absence, nor did it suggest that it actively report to the King—in the past, it should have seized this opportunity to openly suppress it.

"Lord of the Celestial Heavens!" Just then, Xiyasis suddenly walked into the grotto at a quick pace. "There's movement on the human side!"

"So fast?" Haikezuode couldn't help but be a little surprised. "What did you observe?"

It hadn't revealed its thoughts to anyone other than Silence, not even Xiyasis—so the order given to its subordinates was that any abnormal movements must be reported to it.

"A male erected a flag on the hillside that you requested to be closely monitored, and there are no others of its kind around him."

Raising a flag but not occupying it was extremely unusual in itself!

Haikezuode couldn't help but exchange a glance with Silence Disaster.

It had only been five or six days since the message was sent, far shorter than the half month or more it had estimated. This could only prove one thing: that witch was not only in a high position, but also close to the top of power, otherwise there would not have been such an efficient response.

"Did the Eye Guard discover anything?"

Although witches could not set foot in the Mayfly Area, it still equipped Xiyasis with a symbiotic Eye Guard just in case—the long-range strike by that blonde witch last time still left the Lord of the Celestial Heavens with lingering fears.

"The sensed beings are basically all non-magic males, which should be routine reconnaissance on the human side. No magic observers have been found yet." Xiyasis hesitated. "Lord, what exactly are you guarding against?"

"I'll tell you when this is all over." After Xiyasis left, Haikezuode looked at Silence Disaster. "Are you going?"

"Is that even a question?" The latter had already put its helmet on.

...

Passing through the Distortion Door, Silence walked slowly towards the soldier under the flag.

This time it did not deliberately hide its figure, and the other party quickly noticed the movement behind him and turned around.

Silence recognized this male.

He was the one who had delivered the letter last time.

This was undoubtedly an extremely unusual meeting. The human did not scream, flee, or fight to the death, but quietly waited for it to approach. Although his breathing was obviously a little disordered, he did not take a step back.

It wasn't until the two were face to face that the other party spoke.

"I delivered the letter. Where are my companions?"

"They are still alive. Go back, and I will release them."

The other party nodded, took out a new piece of paper from his arms, and handed it to it.

Silence Disaster's pupils suddenly constricted.

It was still the language of the clan, and it had a clear Nightmare style.

However, the content was extremely short, with only one sentence.

"Concentrate your mind, then close your eyes."