Chapter 1725 Final Decision!
The current situation was as one saw it.
The scout team sent way back, only docked in Arcadina 2 Februarys ago.
The items they got now were the first set of items these scouts found in Arcadina's many marketplaces.
In short, many of the catalog magazines and pamphlets found were those more than 5 months to 1 year older than those in Baymard at the time.
These items were shipped alongside the news of Baymard's interference with one of the Romain empires they were currently trying to take over at the time being.
It was the secret note that told them all about this UN alliance though they agree they don't know much about it anymore since the scouts haven't sent any more news.
It's been 4 months since they received the last report of items.
It's troubling to wait to hold back before sending more news knowing the agreements the scouts made before departing for Pyno.
So they could conclude that their scouts were either taken care of or in a compromised situation that they couldn't communicate back.
Don't forget that the Morg vermin were also in those places, so they must be extremely careful.
What more could they say?
If it was spies belonging to other empires the Morgs might let it slip under their watch.
But just as much as they hate the Morgs, the Mirgs also have a bloodthirsty instinct to kill them on sight.
Many times, it took all their waits for the Morgs to resist the temptation of killing them during torture.
Likewise, the feeling is mutual for them since they accidentally killed many captured Morgs too during torture.
What can they say? Each side hated each other's guts with a passion.
Welp.
At least although they did not have news from those in Pyno, they still got news from their forces in Romain and Zohl.
Bear in mind that Romain was incredibly close to Dania, one of their Adonis continents than any other continent.
So they got news very fast on several occasions about their defeat.
You have no idea how many times they sent backup to places like Zalipnia but had the backup sink in the seas before they could even dock.
After losing over 30 rounds of vital military fleets for one puny rubbish Empire like Zalipnia, Romain, they also had to play smart, sending scouts there too.
Well, they did get the message.
The reason their ships sank was because the smart Baymardians miraculously built gigantic metal ships 3~7 times larger than theirs, menacing it housed far more people too.
It's said the bastards ambushed them in a heavy duel with swords, killing every single of their people before sinking their ships. (That was the plausible speculation.)
Damn.
The advantages of such a ship were great.
No one heard of any super great military weapons Baymard had.
They relied on their swift, wicked-fast, and large Transportation to get the jobs done.
Also, they heard the Catapult system is widely circulated in Pyno, so such a ship must also have them aboard.
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With a clear understanding of what potentials the brainy Baymard had, they knew they had to give it for themselves before those pesky Morgs got to it.
Java smiled, seeing their glittering eyes.
"I propose we fall back from conquering other empires and continents, focusing first on Baymard. With their technology, as well as our power harnesses from the Holy Feather, we will be unstoppable!"
Pausing and taking a deep breath, Java turned to the man in the golden mask.
"So Father, what do you think?"
Yes... What does Adonis's great spirit say?
The golden-masked man closed his eyes and raised his head high on deep chanting while everyone stayed so quiet one could hear a pin drop.
Everyone swore they had incredible goosebumps covering their skin.
So powerful! They could feel the wind.
[Of course, it was all in their heads. They wanted to believe in what they wanted to believe in.]
His communication with the Holy God lasted for a full 3 minutes.
"Our mighty God agrees! Hear me now and hear me well! Before the 4th month of the upcoming year, we will lead a mighty Army to Baymard, one never seen before!"
The crowd went wild, instantly full of smiles and laughter, as though they'd already won.
"Yeah!"
"It's about Goddamn time!"
"Power to Adonis!"
"Power to Adonis!"
"With our newly made divine weapons that can cut through the current sword technology, they will be no match for us on the battlefield."
"Yeah! And once we conquer Baymard, we'll use the technology and our mighty weapons against Morgany as soon as possible!"
"Oh, my Adonis! This might truly be the time we rule the world! I can't believe I will live through this historic moment. But for now, let's focus on Baymard."
"Yeah! All we have to do is get our numbers together and storm Baymard at once. I don't believe those nosy jackasses will see it coming."
"That is… no matter how fast their ships are, even if they have to round backup fast, it might be too late for them to say a thing when backup eventually arrives."
"So true! What's more without divine Ballista arrows, I bet we could take down these so-called giant ships of theirs."
Well, everyone could speak since they haven't seen the real deal.
In truth, they still believed it was exaggerated.
Maybe it was indeed made of metal and somehow floated but didn't you know such a large floating ship was bound to sink?
What's more, aren't you scared of rust? Do you know what it will take to maintain such a massive metal piece if it indeed existed?
For the first time in their lives, they felt their scouts were exaggerating things a little bit too much.
But hey… who knows, maybe it truly existed. It's a possibility but highly unlikely.
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"Adonis is great!"
"Adonis is mighty!"
"Adonis!"
"Adonis!"
"Adonis!"
Everyone spoke in unison, chanting Adonis' name in all its glory.
It was a beautiful sight to behold in their opinions since they were also releasing all their body urges seeing as the meeting was concluded.
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Some people yell their partner's names when releasing in ecstasy, but yelled Adonis' name instead.
It was amazing while it lasted.
Many waited for the Man in the golden mask, alongside Java to first leave their booth before following behind.
Everyone had true smiles on their faces, all except one.
The moment he left Holy grounds and entered his carriage, his smile turned grim.
'Not good. I must warn my superiors in Morgany… Dammit! They are always wearing masks. If I can know the true appearance of the Holy Heir and the Holy Leader, it would save Morgany half the trouble!'
The man cursed inwardly.
Yes. He was a Morg Spy.
'I've got to get word out somehow, for Morgany's sake!'