Chapter 2527 The Meeting That Decides the Fate of Humanity

A damp wind blew across the sea, carrying the smell of salt and iron.

Two tall and sturdy black masts stand on the breakwater off the coast of Tianhai City, each with a sealed iron box hanging from its end.

Inside the iron box were the heads of two overlords of the Zhu Rong clan, the Fiery Hell!

A thick stench of blood permeated the cold air; a knight-level life form was no longer an ordinary creature in the conventional sense.

Even in death, their tiger-like might remains; they are like two shining beacons placed on the coast of Tianhai City.

When the lights come on at night, the iron box appears and disappears in the sea fog, like two silent boundary markers.

This isn't showing off, it's a public announcement.

Any alien race that wants to come and spy will understand that this place is not one they can easily provoke once they see these two knight-level heads.

The coastal winds and waves have calmed down considerably, and all the probing attempts by foreign races observed near the shore have dispersed.

The winds are shifting, and so is the atmosphere—at least along the coast of Huaxu Kingdom, no one dares to test their skills anytime soon.

The world's leading superpower has the strength to weather turmoil.

The six regions have reached a consensus to follow Zhang Yi's lead, defend their cities, and absolutely not engage in conflict with foreign tribes.

Therefore, nothing major has happened in the Kingdom of Huaxu for some time.

Everything is hidden beneath the surface, and it's impossible to know when it will suddenly erupt, but one can only take things one step at a time.

Zhang Yi gave one of the two knight-level origins to Ling.

It wasn't that he didn't want to absorb it, but rather that his rate of improvement far surpassed that of human geniuses, and even those of ancient races.

Absorbing ether fragments (spiritual matter) too quickly or in too large a quantity may lead to assimilation by the ether, ultimately resulting in the loss of humanity.

Zhang Yi had no intention of following the example of the Yihen Clan and ascending directly to immortality.

Meanwhile, the others, while maintaining strict vigilance, were also desperately trying to improve their own strength in the face of the crisis.

The world of Huaxu was eerily quiet, like the dead of winter, yet everyone was on edge.

Fortunately, Zhang Yi had already transferred some of the embers from the six major regions to the underground caves of the Wuluan Empire.

He can also rush over with his men at any time if needed.

A cunning rabbit has three burrows, so Zhang Yi at least had a good way out, and he wasn't panicked.

As for the distress signals from other countries, they had already overwhelmed Zhang Yi's communication channels. Zhang Yi would at most answer the calls briefly and chat for a few words, but no matter who the other party was, he had one attitude—it was impossible for me to leave Tianhai City!

A week has passed in the blink of an eye.

Countless small countries have perished. The small countries in Northern Europe already had small populations, so it's safe to say they no longer exist.

That afternoon, Zhang Yi had just returned from a stroll along the coast when a video call request popped up on his communication channel.

Zhang Yi glanced at him and recognized him as an old acquaintance, Benjamin Morgan, the president of the Colombian Association for Natural Sciences.

His codename was Adam Smith, and his abilities were a perfect match for his codename, because he was extremely shrewd and calculating, and even his abilities were imbued with the scent of money.

Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes, thinking that Colombia had long communicated with the underground civilization and was the world's second strongest country. He was sure that Colombia had something important to discuss with him this time.

So he connected the call.

A man wearing a thick gold chain and adorned with jewels appeared on the screen. His face was so dazzling that the gold and gems were almost invisible.

"Lord Chaos, it's been a long time!"

"Let's skip the formalities! What can I do for you?"

Zhang Yi said lightly.

Morgan chuckled, but his smile quickly faded, and his expression turned serious.

"There can't be any other reason for contacting you now, right? The whole world is in turmoil, ancient civilizations are returning to the surface, and we modern humans must unite. Otherwise, we will be defeated one by one sooner or later."

Zhang Yi, with drooping eyelids, said indifferently, "Actually, we're not that close. What do other people's lives or deaths have to do with me?"

Just kidding, at the beginning of the apocalypse, he would kill any neighbor in his community who was hostile to him without hesitation.

Now we're all modern people, so why are we talking about how those who cheated him in the past were all aliens?

In reality, everyone is just trying to live their own lives well; why talk about grand principles?

Morgan said, "That being said, both ancient and modern civilizations have their own stances."

"Their current goal is to clear the area, and when all ancient civilizations subconsciously make eliminating modern people their primary objective, they will at least harbor hostility towards us subconsciously."

"Well then, as the first and second most powerful nations in human history, we should shoulder the responsibility of saving humanity!"

Zhang Yi glanced at Morgan, "Speak like a human being."

"Hey! Modern humans should unite, pool their resources, establish a global super-union conference, or even create a new human nation where we call the shots. Wouldn't that be great?"

Zhang Yi squinted; this was indeed a very good suggestion.

Sticking together for warmth makes it easier to get through the cold winter.

At worst, one can seize power and make others cannon fodder.

"That sounds good."

Seeing that Zhang Yi was persuaded, Morgan said directly, "I've called an online meeting, and everyone is waiting for you to participate!"

"Let's go and see how dependent they are on us."

Zhang Yi nodded slightly, tilted his head, and said, "Send me the channel link, I'll go check it out."

Morgan immediately pulled Zhang Yi into a brand new online meeting channel.

Zhang Yi returned to the villa, intending to see what was going on.

As the channel switched, a dozen or so projectors lit up one after another, separated by the ocean and time zones, yet all crammed into the same virtual space.

This is a space resembling a giant conference room, with tiered staircases extending outwards, while the core area has only a handful of seats.

Zhang Yi of Huaxu Kingdom and Benjamin Morgan of Colombia sat in the two most central seats, as if two kings were sitting on their thrones.

Zhang Yi sat on the sofa, his gaze sweeping indifferently over his surroundings.

As he entered, beams of light flashed, revealing representatives from various factions.

“The Holy See, Cardinal Arnold Oleb.”

"Columbia, [Adam Smith] Benjamin Morgan."

"Emperor of the Kuton Empire, Saladin."

"Britannia, head of the Knights of the Round Table, King Arthur."

"Fremons, [Goddess of Winter] Morana."

"The Pupil Organization, [The King] Milwyde Blatt."

"Neon, Yamamoto Isshin."

"Bharata, Indra."