The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 817 The Turmoil Within the Mayfly

Mayfly World 245.

"This is betrayal!"

The thought of the King of Mayflies exploded like a thunderclap in the mental network, almost severing it.

"We are the Milky Way Mayflies! We are a civilization! You actually want to surrender to the wizards? Are you planning to become their experimental subject, or their alchemical material?"

"It will be all right!"

Another equally fierce thought emerged in the mental network.

"Precisely because I am a galactic mayfly, I would rather become a wizard's experiment, their alchemical material."

As long as the race can continue and survive, death is nothing to fear, and eternal torment is nothing!

The mayfly king's response did not make it ponder; on the contrary, it made its thoughts even grander and its anger even greater.

"So you'd rather abandon your dignity! Abandon the dignity of being a mayfly in the Milky Way, and willingly become an experimental subject? Experimental material!"
Aro! Why can't you understand the mayfly's philosophy of the highest lake?

We are one race. Red wings, blue wings, black tails, white tails—it doesn't matter. We are one race; we are brothers.

Great Mayflyism, a new ideology introduced by the High Lake to address discriminatory conflicts between mayfly subspecies.

This idea holds that all mayflies, regardless of their subspecies, are descendants of the most primitive mayfly, and all subspecies are related.

Therefore, subspecies should set aside racial differences and cooperate to create a better future together.

Upon hearing his friend mention the great mayfly, the mayfly king named Aro's thoughts intensified, like a howling hurricane.

"Giant mayfly! You're still talking about giant mayflies! Do you know that the generals on the battlefield have long since excreted giant mayflies along their tail threads!"
The subspecies of the giant mayfly faces only one possibility on the current battlefield: extinction!

The idea of ​​the giant mayfly is undoubtedly correct.

Even from a wizard's perspective, these mayfly subspecies, though they may appear to have distinct characteristics, are actually all of the same species.

The wizard couldn't understand why the mere difference in wing color would divide mayflies into two species.

Unfortunately, being correct and being accepted by others are two different things.

This idea was proposed early in the war and was implemented very smoothly when the war was going well.

The various subspecies cooperate with each other, creating a harmonious scene.

However, the tide of battle has now turned.

They are no longer fighting in the wizards' territory, but in their homeland.

In order to avoid extinction, more and more Star River Mayflies are using other subspecies of mayflies as scapegoats on the battlefield.

Even the king of mayflies had to consider the continuation of his race under such circumstances.

After all, you may believe in mayflyism, but other races may not.

You treat others like brothers, but they treat you like a scapegoat. Even the royal family of the mayfly king cannot withstand such attrition.

"Ah! It is precisely because there are so many mayflies like this that we must hold the line. The setbacks in the war are only temporary; this is our test."

Only by forging ourselves into a united force amidst these difficulties can we overcome this challenge.

The mayfly king spoke earnestly, not wanting to see his friend go astray.

But all Aro gave him in return was a number.

“Sabo, my people number only thirty million.”

This data caused the mayfly king named Sabo to fall silent. Thirty million sounds like a lot, but for a royal family, this number is far too small.

So rare that if the king of mayflies were to encounter a problem, the royal family would vanish without a trace, like writing in the sand, with a gust of wind.

"Sabo, the great mayfly is wonderful, but I am no longer able to see it."

May the highest lake continue to protect you, and may the spirit of the mayfly continue to guard your sky.

Aro's thoughts were resolute; the continuation was an instinct etched into the blood of the mayfly in the Milky Way.

Even after experiencing countless hardships, their ancestors never gave up on continuing their race.

Now, he should follow the example of his ancestors.

World ID: x245.

The Twilight Archmage looked at the Mayfly King, who offered no resistance, and a look of astonishment flashed across his face.

But soon, that look of surprise turned into a smile.

“A wise choice, and your people will be preserved. I vouch for it with the sea of ​​souls.”

……

Galaxy World.

"Disgrace! This is a tremendous disgrace! Seize this traitor's entire territory! Destroy all the hatching pools, and feed all the eggs to the witch-hunting insects!"

Inside the palace on the Sky Island, the Quasi-Emperor's furious insect chirping sounded like thunder, causing the surrounding Sky Island to tremble continuously.

Inside the palace, the future emperor looked at his subordinates who were giving reports, while the chirping of insects was as loud as a train whistle.

“Tell me the whole story, who he talked to, what mayflies he saw, tell me everything. I don’t believe that the king of mayflies would defect so soon after we’ve only just begun to lose in the war.”

Someone must be instigating them behind the scenes; someone must be instigating him!

The subordinate stood up from the ground, and a slightly trembling insect chirp came from its mouthparts.

"I have already investigated. Before his betrayal, this traitor had spoken with one of his friends, and it seems he wanted to persuade his friend to betray him as well."

However, he was firmly rejected by the king of mayflies.

Prior to this, all his actions had proceeded without incident.

“No problem at all! Are you trying to tell me that the King of Mayflies suddenly wants to serve a wizard? Even if he does, it's only to be used as experimental material and alchemical ingredients!”

The mayfly quasi-emperor's roar caused his subordinates, who had stood up, to fall to the ground again.

He was merely a fourth-level mayfly king, and he simply couldn't withstand the pressure of a quasi-emperor.

After roaring, the mayfly quasi-emperor composed himself and looked at his subordinates again with his compound eyes.

He had a fiery temper, so he knew that if his subordinate dared to report this, he must have uncovered something. And just as he expected, after calming himself down, his subordinate stood up and reported his findings with lightning speed.

“Your Majesty, this mayfly king is indeed not acting on a whim. I investigated his territory and found that the world he fled to was his last territory.”

The subordinate didn't continue, because saying anything more would be tantamount to exonerating this king of mayflies who had defected.

"The last territory? How could it be the last territory?"

The mayfly quasi-emperor's antennae trembled suddenly: "The Supreme Lake has issued a decree that all mayfly kings who have lost their territory can obtain a piece of territory belonging to a fallen mayfly king in the rear."

How could he not have any land?

Upon hearing this, the subordinate's voice trembled slightly as he said, "Your Majesty, the territories of those fallen mayfly kings have already been... have already been divided up by several royal mayfly kings."

The mayfly king of royalty?
Upon hearing this news, the quasi-emperor's eyes widened in surprise, and he immediately inquired about the ownership of those empty worlds through the Mind Network.

Soon, Secretary Fuyou's answer echoed in his mind.

"Your Majesty is right. Of those empty worlds, 172 belong to the royal family."

"How can they claim it?" the Mayfly Quasi-Emperor asked in surprise. "Aren't the royal kings' territories all in the core area? How come they don't have any territory?"

“Your Majesty, I do not know why. But according to my records, these royal princes do indeed meet the criteria.”

The quasi-emperor was confused by the secretary's fleeting thoughts, but soon his eyes sharpened.

“Retrieve the world’s transaction records for this period of time. Did these royal families who acquired unclaimed territories trade their own territories to others?”

A moment later, the secretary mayfly gave the answer.

"You're right, these royal kings did indeed trade their territories to others before acquiring unclaimed lands."

Upon hearing the definite answer, the mayfly quasi-emperor felt its bodily fluids continuously flowing into its thinking organs, and its eyes practically turned green.

"These bastards! These bastards!! I'm going to kill them all!!!"

The mayfly quasi-emperor's roar nearly shattered the palace. His subordinates, amidst this terrifying roar, had to exert all their strength to barely maintain their balance and avoid being killed by the sound.

But after the roar, the mayfly quasi-emperor had to face a reality.

He was not capable of executing these royal princes.

This is not because he lacks strength, but because these royal kings are from the clans of the four rulers, and their status in the Star River Ephemera can be described as extremely revered.

Even if he were the future emperor, he would have no right to deal with these royal princes.

"Manta, get up."

The mayfly quasi-emperor suddenly used his energy to lift up his subordinate who was lying on the ground.

"I'm going to deal with these bastards. Do you have any ideas?"

Upon hearing this, the mayfly king, known as Mandara, trembled involuntarily with its antennae.

His worst fears came true: his superiors were not intimidated by the royal family's power, but instead wanted to eliminate these scoundrels.

Moreover, they even made him, a nobody, speak.

If the quasi-emperor utters these words, then if the quasi-emperor encounters any problems, this lowly underling will surely be purged.

The royal family wouldn't investigate whether he had actually offered any advice or not; all they needed to know was that the future emperor only began targeting them after his report.

"Speak, Mando, can't even you think of a solution?"

The mayfly quasi-emperor looked at Mandora, its compound eyes flashing like sharp arrows.

“Your Majesty, I do have an idea. But before I do, I have a small request.”

"A request? Speak."

Under the oppressive aura of the Mayfly Quasi-Emperor, Manto quickly voiced her request.

"Your Majesty, I wish to become your secretary, Mayfly, and fight alongside you."

"Ok?"

The quasi-emperor's compound eyes stared at Mando. Under that gaze, Mando felt as if she had a mountain on her back, and the circulation of energy in her body became sluggish.

After an unknown amount of time, the quasi-emperor answered his request.

"I agree. Tell me your thoughts."

Hearing the agreement, Mando breathed a sigh of relief.

Once he becomes the future emperor's secretary, he can stay by the emperor's side at all times. Although this carries the danger of going to the battlefield, the rear without the future emperor by his side is not much safer than the battlefield.

“It’s very simple, Your Majesty. We just need to use the most formal transfer order,” Mando said quickly.

"Although you have no right to deal with them, you can use the dispatch authority granted to you by the Sovereign to send these royal kings to the front line and then keep rejecting their requests to retreat."

Now that they've taken those territories, they should diligently fulfill their duties to the Star River Mayfly.

Upon hearing this, the Mayfly Quasi-Emperor remained silent for a moment. Without a doubt, this method was indeed feasible.

But that wasn't the method he wanted.

He hoped to establish clear laws and punishments to stop this unhealthy trend. But his method was nothing more than retaliation by those in power.

But before the ruler returns, does he have a choice?

The quasi-emperor, Ephemeral, faced a choice: either use power to strike at these royal families and force them into submission, or remain silent and await the return of the sovereign to bring these royal family members to justice.

Of course, there is actually a third option: to pretend you can't see it.

This betrayal was caused by the mayfly king being bewitched by an infiltrated wizard; they need to strengthen their screening efforts.

However, the quasi-emperor could not do it.

He is just like that mayfly, loving the Milky Way and mayflies from the bottom of his heart.

He could not tolerate these scum ruining the foundation of the Milky Way mayfly!

"Manta, go prepare the list," said the Mayfly Quasi-Emperor. "We need to start the big clean-up."

(End of this chapter)