Salute To The General

Lucius' eyes sparkled with intrigue when he heard Max's words.

If Nathan's injuries were as critical as Max indicated, and if Max was truly prepared to work with them both overtly and covertly, their prospects of conquering the Divine Realm seemed promising.

Furthermore, once they initiated their plan, those Gods opposed to Nathan's rule would likely revolt. This would leave Nathan besieged from all sides, trapped in a desperate plight.

Yet, Lucius and his allies were not easily deceived.

Gazing at Max with a frosty sneer, Lucius challenged, "So, you propose an alliance with us, but how can we be sure of your trustworthiness? How will you demonstrate your commitment? Aren't you just Nathan's pawn, sent to ensnare us?"

Max replied dismissively, "Your intentions are no secret. Nathan was well aware of them too. Had Nathan not been weakened, had his fighting prowess been intact... do you think you'd still be sitting here so comfortably?"

He continued, "Had Nathan been at full strength, he would have already dealt with you, either by elimination or imprisonment. His reluctance to act against you is evidence enough of his diminished threat, a mere facade to frighten you. You've been so intimidated that you overestimate your own importance."

The Four Emperors were both stunned and enraged by Max's words.

Meanwhile, Max, having finished his cup of coffee, casually remarked, "The coffee's finished, and so is my time here."

He suggested, "Give our collaboration some more thought. I expect your decision before you leave the Divine Realm."

After uttering those words, Max stood and walked away.

Mentzer, Fermin, and Lola instinctively moved to stop him, but Lucius, with a subtle shake of his head, signaled for them to hold back, allowing Max to depart unimpeded.

Subsequently, Max draped his cloak around himself, quickly blending into the shadows.

Lucius observed Max's fading silhouette, his face etched with contemplation.

Breaking the silence, Lola queried, "What's your take on this? Can we rely on Max's word? Is there a chance for a successful alliance with him?"

Mentzer and Fermin appeared uncertain, and Lucius himself was hesitant.

"Perhaps we should stay in the Divine Realm a bit longer, take another chance to investigate Nathan's condition. If he hasn't

recovered as Max claims, then net

joining forces with Max could indeed give us a shot at taking over the

Divine Realm," Lucius suggested.

Lola and the others nodded in agreement.

With a sly grin, Mentzer proposed, "And if we do team up with Max to conquer the Divine Realm, we can always turn on him afterward. Then, the realm will be ours alone." Fermin chuckled, adding, "Exactly. This guy really thinks he can share the Divine Realm with us? He's living in a fantasy."

"Hahaha!"

Max quietly left the State Guesthouse, arriving at the street's edge just as a small, silent aircraft descended from the sky like a specter, landing before him.

He quickly boarded, greeted by his longtime aide, the silver-haired and distant Markell, who had been with Max since his time in Ariarica.

Markell, in a deep tone, inquired, "Mr. Max, what's our next destination?"

"Let's head back first," Max replied.

The aircraft, energy-driven and remarkably quiet, took off with a gentle swoosh, blending into the sky. On their way, Markell couldn't resist asking, "Sir, are you seriously considering an alliance with the Four Emperors of the Universe?"

Max glanced at his trusted

subordinate, responding calmly, "Our current power isn't enough to dethrone Nathan. The Four

Emperors are strong and command private armies. An alliance with

them boosts our chances

substantially."

"But those Emperors aren't trustworthy. Even if we succeed, sharing the Divine Realm equally seems unlikely..."

Max chuckled. "Who says we're the good guys? I'm not one to be easily outmaneuvered."

Marco, taken aback, grasped the meaning. This was a game of mutual use.

The scenario was clear: even if Max joined forces with the Four Emperors to overthrow Nathan, a showdown between Max and the Emperors was inevitable. Ultimately, only one side would emerge victorious.