I created the Bureau of Anomaly Control

Milode sat directly across from the young man. He didn't actually want to interact with this uninvited guest, but the other two wise kings hadn't given him a choice. Before he could speak, they'd seemingly naturally taken seats on either side of him, subtly forcing him into the head position.

He had no idea what to say when facing these outsiders, and could only manage a cold expression:

"Speak."

The young man slightly lowered his head:

"My name is Wen Ming, from the land.

"But I am a child of the sun."

Hearing his self-introduction, Milode understood why the other party had been able to come here.

The land-dwellers' nations currently knew almost nothing about them, and it wasn't easy to come to Atlantis. Even if they did reach the outer districts of Atlantis, they would be immediately intercepted.

The outsider's identity should be that of a spy, not a guest.

But the children of the sun were special. They had dealings with Atlantis long ago, because the false god who once tried to compete with them for the entire ocean was also an enemy of the sun. Naturally, the worshippers of the ocean and the sun had once stood in the same camp.

However, after the fall of the gods, the ocean no longer needed to join forces with the sun, and the latter, in that situation, no longer had a reason to continue opposing the sea god. When facing humans, they were still united.

So, in reality, without a common interest to maintain it, Atlantis and the sun god couldn't be considered allies. He didn't really understand why the other party had come here now, but Milode could imagine some possibilities.

It was probably related to their upcoming plan.

"So, what do you want?" he asked, raising an eyebrow slightly with a blank expression.

Facing the pressure from the king of Atlantis, Wen Ming maintained a composed demeanor:

"We want to offer you help. Our god is very aware of what you are fighting against. He is a threat to us all, and we don't want him to awaken."

Milode sneered:

"So, you want to provide help for free? That's good, send some warriors to defend against the sea race with us, we can indeed use the skills of you children of the sun."

Wen Ming smiled awkwardly:

"No, we alone cannot solve this problem at all. I think we still have to let powerful organizations like the Federation work with you to find a way to solve these undead monsters. They are the ones who can really help you.

"Aren't you planning to drag them into the sea?"

Milode revealed an amused expression:

"You put it nicely. So, you want to communicate with the Federation for us?"

Wen Ming blinked in confusion:

"You plan to communicate with them?"

Although both sides were sitting, Milode's gaze gave him a sense of condescension:

"Not plan, we've already talked to them.

"We've already proposed to fight against the evil god together, but those bloodless, soulless rulers of the land rejected our request. They insisted that this was our own problem and were unwilling to provide any assistance.

"In fact, they have their own reasons for doing so. Before the sea race threatens them, they will definitely slaughter our compatriots first. We, on the front lines, have no bargaining chips or retreat. I can't refute their words either.

"So, I will answer with war."

Strictly speaking, the Federation had found them. This was still top-secret information. They had exposed their existence during the second infiltration operation, and the Federation had found them for a secret conversation, which ultimately led him to strengthen his determination to submerge the land.

However, they didn't plan to make this news public. It wasn't the right time yet.

That conversation was even more humiliating than he was describing now. He had proposed many rather humble conditions at the time, and promised to provide the Federation with various rewards, using Atlantis' resources to exchange for their participation.

But the Federation still ruthlessly refused, because they had no need to agree.

Milode saw greed and cold-bloodedness in their eyes. In their eyes, the lives of the people of Atlantis were just profit, so he stopped his companion who still wanted to negotiate conditions, and finally threw a sentence at the phantoms standing across from him:

"You yourselves have given up on peace."

In that situation, he could only forcibly drag the land-dwellers into this protracted war. In fact, if viewed as a war between all intelligent creatures and the sea race, this was likely a huge mistake.

But Milode really couldn't think of how to persuade those cold-blooded monsters, and ultimately could only use this worst method to solve the problem. This was actually his incompetence. He couldn't find another way out.

And if they just waited like this, then they were waiting for death.

He couldn't accept that kind of ending.

The child of the sun said with a smile:

"I know how they will respond to you, and I also know exactly what you need. They won't let you submerge the cities, although they don't care about the deaths of those compatriots, they are very afraid that you will make mortals aware of the existence of the abnormal world.

"But they won't really agree to fight against the evil god with you. As you said, the Federation definitely thinks they are fully qualified to watch from the sidelines and let you bear the threat from the sea race for all the intelligent creatures in the world.

"So, they will find you in advance and propose a solution.

"According to our god, you once had an agreement with the land empire."

The sun witnessed that agreement.

Milode raised his eyebrows slightly:

"You mean they will propose to solve the problem with an honor duel? This is an agreement from how many years ago? The people ruling the land now are not the ones who made the agreement with us, and we are not our ancestors either.

"Besides, this method itself is limited by the era at the time, and it is no longer suitable for solving problems now."

Wen Ming said:

"I don't think so. An honor duel can indirectly reflect the strength of two countries, and it can indeed avoid unnecessary losses.

"Moreover, it's not that complicated for the Federation. This is just an excuse for them. Eventually, they will propose a series of conditions that you can accept, using three so-called sacred duels to assess the responsibility of fighting against the evil god.

"But if you really foolishly accept it, you will know what is insidious. They will assassinate your outstanding young warriors who are sent to participate in the war, and use all kinds of insidious tricks that you can't imagine to determine the outcome of the duel in advance, unless…

"You can get our help."

Milode narrowed his eyes:

"What do you want?"

Wen Ming said with a smile:

"We want to teach those land-dwellers a lesson. Don't you think they are very annoying?

"Or to put it bluntly, what we want to do is to form an alliance again. You and we have the same enemies again, and helping you is also beneficial to ourselves. Of course, we definitely have ulterior motives, but does that matter to you?

"But our enemy is not you."

Milode was silent for a moment, and then slowly said:

"I will consider it."

He hadn't figured out whether Wen Ming was lying or not.

Wen Ming nodded slightly:

"By the way, I also brought a friend's message. The Holy Church from the land is also willing to provide you with help, and they only want to ask for a reward that is very insignificant to you."

Milode asked:

"What do they want?"

Wen Ming replied:

"A great flood."