Chapter 156: The High Command of the Holy Council

Fobole Planet, the center of the Holy Council, was also the place that would later be known as the Holy City.

This was the core of the Andromeda Galaxy, gathering over ten thousand Archmages above the Fourth-grade. At the same time, including the Supreme Speaker, three Immortals resided here permanently.

Now, across the entire planet, due to the attack by the Star Alliance warships, the atmosphere was filled with alertness and solemnity everywhere.

The Archmages used their mental power to scan the Abyss around the planet day and night to ensure that such an attack would not happen again!

Above the Fobos Sky Dome, where the Supreme Council was located, two old men were standing at this moment, discussing this attack by the creatures of the Abyss.

One of the old men was dressed in unusually magnificent clothes. On his head, he wore the “Origin Law” crown, which represented the identity of the Supreme Speaker of the Holy Council. He was the current Speaker of the Holy Council: Ptolemy.

The other one’s identity was not simple either. He was the target of this attack. This old man wearing an inconspicuous grey robe was one of the Immortals with the most powerful strength under the Speaker: Veren.

It was also he who, with a single strike, had completely evaporated the Star Alliance’s warship.

“Veren, did you come to find me this time because you have news of those Abyss creatures?”

Veren bowed slightly to show his respect for the Speaker, and then answered: “Indeed, Lord Speaker! Through certain channels, I have found the location of the base of the Abyss creatures that attacked this time. This is a good opportunity for us to counterattack!”

Veren’s face showed some excitement. He was attacked this time. If he hadn’t reacted quickly and activated the Energy Shield in time, he might have already turned to ashes.

Although he had killed the opponent back then, if there was a first time for such an attack, there would be a second time. Only by uprooting the opponent’s lair could he be completely at ease.

However, what was embarrassing was that he could not find the opponent’s hiding place. This made the Archmages, including him, feel like they had strength but nowhere to use it. It was incredibly frustrating.

Now, Veren had finally obtained definite news, and after his own verification, found the location of the Abyss creatures’ main base. How could he not feel a sense of relief and pride?

Ptolemy’s expression, however, was faint, showing no joy or anger. After listening to Veren’s words, he asked instead: “Are you sure this news is true? And not some boring trick played by certain people or organizations, Veren?”

The Supreme Speaker did not mention the counterattack but questioned the source of Veren’s information, who was also an Immortal!

This attitude caused Veren’s dissatisfaction. He suppressed the anger in his heart, and his voice turned cold: “Lord Speaker, news is just news. The fact that I can report it to you shows that I have verified its correctness. Do you think I am such a rash person?”

Among Immortals, there was not much concept of superiority and inferiority. Even if Ptolemy was the Supreme Speaker, and even if he wore the Divine Artifact “Origin Law” that symbolized authority and power, he could not make Veren lower his head.

Ptolemy also understood this. He just harbored fear toward this Immortal whose actual strength was not inferior to his own. This attack event had spread Veren’s reputation throughout the Main Plane.

When Mages mentioned Veren, they admired his strength immensely. However, he, the Supreme Speaker, was seen in some private occasions as a usurper who relied on the Divine Artifact to gain his position.

Even the most tolerant person would feel resentment when their boundless power was potentially threatened, let alone Ptolemy, whose magnanimity was not very broad!

Now, hearing Veren’s protest, he still did not affirm or deny it. He just nodded and said: “I naturally believe you, Veren. But I must be responsible for the Mages of the Holy Council. Regarding this matter, I will let Draca investigate and confirm it again. If the situation is true, then the Council will take thunderous measures!”

Draca was the third Immortal on Fobole Planet. He had been promoted only ten years ago, his foundation was shallow, and his power was the weakest among the three. Because of this, he tightly relied on the Supreme Speaker, always treating him with great respect, even appearing somewhat submissive.

Ptolemy sending him to investigate clearly showed a distinction between closeness and distance.

Veren snorted coldly and said stiffly: “Ptolemy, do you think Draca’s words carry more weight than mine, or is he just a loyal dog to you!?”

“Enough! I am the Supreme Speaker of the Holy Council. I have the right to veto anything I consider unreasonable. Veren, remember this!”

After saying this, Ptolemy ignored Veren’s livid face, turned around, and teleported out of the Fobos Sky Dome.

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Although there was some disharmony among the high command of the Holy Council, the attack itself was a serious blasphemy against the Council’s authority.

After Draca was sent by Ptolemy to handle this matter, the first thing he did was not to immediately start the investigation, but to visit Veren.

As the newly promoted Immortal with the shallowest seniority, he did not want to become a victim of the dispute between Ptolemy and Veren. For these ten years, he had been walking on eggshells on Fobole Planet, moving forward with extreme caution.

The waters of the Holy Council were too deep. Even as an Immortal, he, who had no foundation, felt like he was walking on thin ice.

He knew deeply that the task Ptolemy gave him was just a formality. Even if he investigated, the result would definitely be exactly the same as Veren’s.

If he really did it without saying a word, he would have offended Veren terribly. In a private setting, he explained his difficulties to Veren.

Veren looked down completely on this Draca. As an Immortal, he tried to please both sides, having no self-respect or backbone, appearing like a small-minded person.

In his view, for this kind of person to comprehend the Law Dimension and become an Immortal was entirely due to catching the eye of the Main God Phobos and receiving the grace of the Deity! It was just good luck.

So when Draca came to visit, his attitude was cold, showing a look of arrogance.

“What is it, Draca? Did you come here to ask for my forgiveness, and then wholeheartedly go to please your master?”

When Veren said this, his face was full of mockery, showing no regard for the dignity of a fellow Immortal.

Draca’s face turned pale, but it quickly returned to normal. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he smiled with some difficulty: “You must be joking. For me personally, I have no doubt about your correctness. I came here just to inform you that my investigation is merely a matter of duty and does not involve personal opinion. I hope you can understand my difficulties.”

Draca’s forbearance and humility made Veren’s expression soften a little. He turned his anger back toward Ptolemy: “I am fully aware of Ptolemy’s plan. Your investigation is completely unnecessary! Letting such a narrow-minded person serve as Supreme Speaker is simply losing face for the Council!”

Draca did not dare to respond to such words and could only give a wry smile. The grudge between Veren and Ptolemy was, to put it plainly, a struggle for secular power.

The Supreme Speaker was the most powerful person in the entire Main Plane. This kind of temptation, even for Immortals with incredibly strong Wills, was inevitably attractive, tempting, and made them fall!

Veren did not get a response from Draca and immediately remembered that the guy standing in front of him had always been a peacemaker, a centrist. It was impossible to get words of agreement from him.

Veren waved his hand at Draca in annoyance and said: “Alright, your goal is achieved. Go serve your master and don’t come here to be an eyesore!” He was issuing an order to leave.

Draca did not speak. He just stood up, bowed deeply to Veren, and then turned to leave.

It was only after Draca left that an old man walked out from behind a corner in Veren’s reception hall.

This old man also had deep power fluctuations on his body. Looking at the intensity, he was actually an Immortal too!

As soon as the old man appeared, he said to Veren: “My old friend, treating an Immortal like this seems a bit inappropriate.”

“Oh? Why? Sefors, for a young man with no seniority who only advanced by luck, I don’t seem to need to value him too highly.” Veren was dismissive of his friend Sefors’s advice.

Sefors was already used to Veren’s arrogant attitude. He even appreciated Veren’s straightforward attitude of speaking his mind.

But this attitude easily offended people. As a friend, giving well-meaning advice was his responsibility.

“Veren, don’t say that. You and I both know that one cannot become an Immortal by luck alone. Draca is a bit young, but he is good at enduring, and his talent is also top-notch. In the future, he will definitely have his voice in the Holy Council. I think befriending him appropriately is necessary.”

Sefors was not a permanent Immortal on Fobole Planet. He came this time only for this attack on the Holy Council.

“Alright, alright, my old friend. You really are a good person. I promise I will be nicer to this young man in the future.” Veren said somewhat perfunctorily. As to whether he took Sefors’s words to heart, only heaven knew.

Amidst the friction among the high command, the Holy Council finally began to take action, gathering Archmages above the Fourth-grade, preparing to use force against the Star Alliance’s base!