The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 883 Federal Conference
"Whoever answers is the one being addressed," the Great World Tree replied bluntly.

Seeing this, Youming was not annoyed, but instead happily turned his gaze to Richard beside the Great World Tree.

"I suppose you are the ruler of that alien civilization."

Li looked at Youming, who looked no different from any other member of the Youhai Clan, even thinner. But his eyes were something else entirely, making it almost impossible to look directly at him.

The moment Richard looked into those eyes, he felt as if he had been sucked into a blood-red world. In this blood-red world, a terrifying ghost, as monstrous as a demon, was staring intently at him.

Suddenly, a cool sensation flowed into Richard's soul.

That was a soul protection device specially prepared for souls by the Dominator Puppet.

Richard broke free from the illusion and nodded slightly to Youming: "It is I. I suppose you are Youming, the patriarch of the Youhai Clan."

Youming was slightly taken aback, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Richard, a ruler who had not yet broken through the limits, actually broke free from his Netherworld Kingdom so quickly.

It's important to understand that even the Cursed Demon Emperor of the Cursed Demon Empire, whose Netherworld Kingdom was vulnerable, would suffer if left unprepared. Yet, the ruler of this alien civilization managed to break free in less than a millisecond after being trapped inside.

Even though he wasn't using the Netherworld Kingdom at full power, the strength of the ruler before him was not to be underestimated.

"It's me. You look somewhat familiar. Could you be a wizard from the wizarding civilization that came after us?"

"Your insight is indeed sharp."

Before Youming could say anything more, two dimensional gates opened beside him.

From one dimensional portal emerged a four-limbed humanoid creature with wings on its back and a head resembling an eagle. From the other portal, a very old-looking robot emerged, its parts covered in red rust, with white steam rising from the cracks. In a wizarding civilization, such a thing would only appear in museums and junkyards.

Beside him was Xi Ling, who resembled a sentient octopus, with an octopus head and a human-shaped lower body formed by tentacles.

Without a doubt, these three were the patriarchs of the other three races.

"They all arrived pretty quickly."

The Great World Tree looked at the patriarchs of the other three races, a hint of surprise flashing across its face.

"Since you're all here, let's come in and start the meeting."

With that, the Great World Tree was about to lead everyone into the council hall.

"Old Tree, who is this person beside you?" the mechanical clan chief suddenly asked.

His eyes gleamed red, and he looked at Richard with an incredulous gaze, as if he had seen something extraordinary.

"He is an alchemist from the wizarding civilization. Is there a problem?" the Great World Tree asked.

The mechanical patriarch shook his head, saying with a slightly surprised tone, "I thought my body was already a masterpiece, but I never expected to witness an even more exquisite body today."

I admire you, I admire you.

The mechanical patriarch's exclamation came from the heart. As a mechanical being, he could tell almost at a glance that Richard's body was far more technologically advanced than his own.

Richard neither confirmed nor denied this. Without a doubt, the Dominator Puppet was the pinnacle of the Supreme Being's technology, and the Mechanical Patriarch could not possibly surpass it before breaking through his limits.

However, this doesn't preclude Richard from engaging in some mutual flattery.

“Ah, your body is also a masterpiece of simplicity,” Richard said with a smile.

Although the mechanical patriarch's body looked old and worn, this was merely a disguise. Richard could tell that a massive secret realm had been integrated within it, and that the rules of the secret realm had been combined with the mechanical body and illusory rules to construct this body.

If Richard's judgment is correct, this body can easily withstand attacks that destroy miniature worlds.

After the mutual flattery, the Xiling clan chief suddenly spoke up: "Old Tree, this Federation meeting is our business, but I think this alchemist should also attend."

“He will indeed be attending,” the Great World Tree said. “Believe me, you will have questions for him at the meeting.”

Chief Xiling was about to speak again when Youming spoke up from the other side, "Oh? Could it be that something's wrong with the wizards?"

"You'll find out once you go in," the Great World Tree said somewhat impatiently.

Wasting time is a bad habit!

Seeing the Great World Tree made them angry, so the clan leaders didn't dwell on Richard's problem any further.

The Great World Tree is the head of the Natural Federation, not only because he is the unifying force of the Natural Federation, but also because of his immense power.

Apart from Youming, none of the clan leaders present dared to say that they were 100% sure they had survived the Great World Tree.

Therefore, since Youming did not object, the other clan leaders could only acquiesce.

Enter the lobby.

The council hall was decorated in a very elaborate way, with decorations from five different races filling the hall to the brim.

However, these decorations, though intricate, exude a complex beauty.

The six people sat around a huge wooden round table. Richard sat next to the Great World Tree, facing the Chief of the Tide Spirit Clan, while the Great World Tree faced the Netherworld.

After taking their seats, the Great World Tree immediately began, "The meeting is now in session. The main purpose of this meeting is to discuss the war with the Cursed Demon Empire and the relationship with the Wizard Alliance."

Let's discuss the first issue: our war with the Cursed Demon Empire. According to the alchemist, the Wizarding Alliance is currently fighting a terrible monster that was the cause of the destruction of the previous civilization, and now it has returned.

This monster possesses the ability to devour entire world-wide conflicts. In other words, all our wars are only increasing the monster's power.

After the Great World Tree finished speaking, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

The words spoken by the Great World Tree carried a wealth of information. First and foremost was the Wizard Alliance; most of the rulers present had heard of it from the illusory creatures—backed by a wizarding civilization.

But the wizard civilization and the wizard alliance are two different things.

The alliance means more than one civilization; that is, the monster they are fighting is now comparable to at least two civilizations.

The subsequent events that led to the destruction of the previous civilization reveal a terrifying fact—this monster was likely not at its peak.

Compared to this news, the somewhat mystical ability to grow power by devouring war seems rather insignificant.

Those present were all rulers, and they had all seen this kind of conceptual ability to some extent.

After a moment of silence, the Netherworld Ruler spoke first: "How can you prove this is true?"

His gaze fell on Richard, and an invisible pressure permeated the hall, almost turning it into a ghost town.

“I have a fate contract with the Great World Tree,” Richard said calmly. “Besides, if you don’t believe me, you can ask the illusory creatures.”

"The Wind Chasers should all be able to find it."

Silence fell over the hall once again.

If Richard's statement is without fault, then it is undoubtedly bad news.

"How is the war going for you?" the winged human chieftain asked. "The fact that you were able to send a ruler to negotiate suggests that the situation on the front lines isn't as critical as it seems."

Richard calmly replied, "Without the Overlord, I wouldn't be able to see you all. As for the situation... our wizards' and gods' defenses are alright, but the Spirit Desert Civilization, surrounded in a corner by the Civilization Devourers, is in a bit of a predicament."

Even with the help of the alliance, the territory of the Lingmo civilization continues to retreat.

Incidentally, the Lingmo civilization was a great civilization with six rulers.

Hearing Richard's words, all the rulers present, except for the World Tree, wore expressions of disbelief.

To besiege a civilization with six overlords, and simultaneously fight against two civilizations—wisdom wizards and gods—and still achieve victory after victory.

Honestly, if any other creature had said these words, the rulers present would have thought it was insane.

But clearly, no civilization would joke about having a ruler.

"Old Tree, what are your thoughts?" the Netherworld Ruler suddenly asked.

"My idea is a ceasefire."

"What if the Cursed Demon attacks?" the Netherworld Lord said seriously, word by word. "The Cursed Demon has indeed run into trouble."

However, this problem can be big or small, and it can be resolved at any time.

What should we do if they attack?

After he finished speaking, he looked at Richard.

"Your statement is indeed alarming, but I believe the situation is far from threatening the very survival of civilization. Your words are simply an attempt to persuade us to cease hostilities and avoid causing you trouble."

The problem is that in the past 50,000 years, we have never initiated a war!
Not even once!

Although the voice of the Lord of the Underworld was deep, it sounded deafening to Richard.

The Netherworld Ruler leaned forward, his eyes suddenly fixed on the Great World Tree, his gaze so fierce it seemed as if a mad dragon resided within it.

"This is our only chance to take the initiative. If we make good use of this opportunity, we can reclaim the land that was taken by the cursed demon and liberate our people who were enslaved by the cursed demon."

We can choose not to fight, but the decision to fight has never been in our hands.

After he finished speaking, the hall fell silent once again.

Of the five races, the Ghost Horde has the most adjacent territories to the Cursed Demons, and their hatred for them runs the deepest.

Few people know that the chieftain of the Youhai Clan has actually changed once. The current Youming is actually the second chieftain of the Youhai Clan.

To put it bluntly, there is an irreconcilable hatred between the two races.

However, even though Youming's words were so deafening, Li Kan's gaze towards him did not change in the slightest.

We're all ancient foxes, why are we playing these ghost stories?
There is only mutual benefit, not hatred, between civilizations.

The destruction of one civilization by another always occurs because the other civilization harms its interests or blocks its path.

Youming's words had only two meanings: one surface meaning, and one underlying meaning.

The implication is that even if we agree, the war will still happen, and we will still need the help of your Wizarding Alliance.

What he meant was, if you want me to agree, then you need to show me something concrete.

(End of this chapter)