I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

Deep within the crack, the light in those golden pupils flickered slightly, revealing a hint of human-like confusion.

The conditions proposed by this terrifying human were not excessive; in fact, they were even favorable to them.

All we need to do is follow his plan and attack this part of the world.

Finally, they presented the Human Alliance with an even more incomprehensible "trade condition".

One person's life was exchanged for thirty years of peace.

Thirty years.

For a beast's long lifespan, it's just a fleeting moment.

"And what about thirty years from now?" the voice echoed from the depths of the rift. "Will our race still be able to conquer this world?"

Wang Wei chuckled softly.

"It won't take thirty years." His tone was calm. "As long as they agree to the terms of the deal and choose to sacrifice that person, you can go there immediately."

The light in his golden pupils flickered violently.

"Our race has its bottom line." The golden-eyed voice became solemn. "Once a contract is formed, it must be obeyed."

Wang Wei was speechless.

How can you talk about bottom lines with a race that doesn't even have "martial virtue"?

He glanced at her coldly without saying a word, but the pressure contained in his gaze caused the golden pupils deep within the crack to shrink involuntarily.

"Um..." The voice with the golden pupils was noticeably weaker, "Our clan's bottom line... can be compromised."

Wang Wei smiled.

"You made the right decision."

"Then...when will it start?" the golden-eyed man asked.

"We'll talk about it when your entire race arrives."

There was a brief silence deep within the crack, as if it were calculating something.

"It will take about ten more days for our entire clan to arrive in this realm."

Wang Wei nodded slightly.

Ten days. That's enough.

He has his own plans.

Although Chen Junjie's prestige is now unshakeable, it has only been a short time.

He wanted to personally arrange several catastrophes that would affect the life and death of all mankind, and have Chen Junjie step in to resolve them.

Only in this way can the prophet truly penetrate people's hearts and become a savior in the true sense.

Chen Junjie is still too inexperienced.

By then, Chen Junjie will be able to see the true nature of humanity and the essence of the alliance.

Otherwise, if they let the disaster propose the terms now, and Chen Junjie calmly faces his death, then everything would be completely ruined.

Wang Wei withdrew his gaze and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Ten days," he murmured softly. "That should be enough."

........

In the main hall of the Alliance headquarters in the capital city, everyone was still gathered together.

The calamity and beast tide are of great importance, and these people need to discuss and come up with a solution.

Just as these people were arguing heatedly over some combat resources, Chen Junjie was suddenly surrounded by a seven-colored glow.

At first, the seven-colored glow was faint, but it truly emanated from his body, penetrating his clothes and illuminating the entire hall in a dreamlike manner.

Chen Junjie himself was taken aback.

Immediately afterwards, a long-lost yet familiar voice, tinged with a hint of teasing, rang in his ear:

"Ten days later, disaster will strike from the Kashgar Mountains."

Everyone else in the hall turned to look at him.

Chen Junjie suddenly stood up and closed his eyes tightly.

The seven-colored light surrounding him suddenly surged, spreading outwards from him and quickly overflowing the hall.

The expressions on everyone's faces were incredibly interesting.

"The prophet has begun his calculations..." someone whispered excitedly.

All eyes were on Chen Junjie.

The colorful glow continued to expand, soon covering the night sky of the capital.

Inside the capital city, the cheering crowds had not yet dispersed.

The welcoming ceremony for the SUPP army was drawing to a close, but the atmosphere remained enthusiastic.

Suddenly, someone looked up and saw the sky.

"Look—"

The originally pitch-black night sky was somehow tinged with a faint halo of seven colors.

Everyone stopped.

Dewey, standing on the platform, was the first to react.

He narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and soared into the sky.

His voice echoed throughout the night sky of the entire capital city: "This is the prophet's deduction!"

"We have a prophet!" Dewey's voice echoed through the night sky, each word deliberate and resounding, "Humanity will prevail!"

This statement was like a spark thrown into a powder keg.

First came a brief silence, then thousands upon thousands of voices exploded simultaneously:

"Humanity will prevail!"

"Humanity will prevail!"

"Humanity will prevail!"

Nearly a million people shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the night sky.

"Long live the United People's Party! Long live the Prophet!"

"Long live the United People's Party! Long live the Prophet!"

The sound was like a tidal wave, rising and falling, and never ceasing.

In the Alliance Hall, Chen Junjie opened his eyes as the seven-colored glow slowly dissipated.

But no one in the hall moved. Everyone seemed to be nailed to their seats, holding their breath and waiting for him to speak.

Chen Junjie scanned the entire room.

"Ten days later," he began, "the monstrous beasts will emerge from the Kashgar Mountains."

Everyone's expression tightened.

"Besides the Kashgar Mountains, there will be three more lairs of disaster." His tone was calm. "One is in the deep sea of ​​Soli, one is in the Mongke Desert, and the third—"

He looked at the bishop of the Covenant Church, "Eight days from now, it will descend upon your holy mountain."

"What!" The Holy Covenant bishop suddenly stood up, his face turning deathly pale.

A glint of light flashed in Old Liu's eyes.

He spoke slowly: "Prophet, how do the other three scourge lairs... compare to the Kashgar Mountains?"

Chen Junjie glanced at him.

"The scale of the deep sea and desert is 70% of that of the Kashgar Mountains," Chen Junjie said. "The scale of the holy mountain is comparable to that of the Kashgar Mountains."

A collective gasp filled the hall.

The bishop of the Covenant Church abruptly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot: "Prophet, then... what should we do?"

He was truly panicked, and in his desperation, he mixed in his native language.

"Immediately relocate everyone," Chen Junjie said in a deep voice. "Within eight days, evacuate everyone within a 300-kilometer radius of the Holy Mountain."

"Eight days?" The Holy Covenant bishop's voice changed. "How can everyone be moved in eight days? There are nearly ten million civilians there, as well as our supplies and energy—"

Chen Junjie said in a deep voice, "Being alive is more important than anything else."

The bishop of the Holy Covenant wanted to say something, but in the end he just slammed his fist hard on the table, making a dull thud.

The Sun Cult suddenly spoke up, "Prophet, can we begin migrating to the Dragon Kingdom now? We are on the coast, the closest place to the Dragon Kingdom."

"It's unrealistic to relocate everyone to the Dragon Kingdom," Old Liu said, his tone calm but firm.

"Let's unite as best we can. The Dragon Kingdom will provide support to the best of its ability, but as you can see, our own calamity will erupt in ten days."

Everyone fell silent.

Just then, Chen Junjie's voice rang out again:

"There's no need for you all to worry too much."

"Before the calamity beasts attack," Chen Junjie said, emphasizing each word, "I will inform you of the scale of the calamity, the distribution of its strength, its attack routes... all at once."

The hall became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Even Old Liu was taken aback.

"What?"