“War?” Wang Jixuan thought he had misheard.
“Yes, war.”
The black instructor spoke in a hoarse voice:
“Humans cannot waste their strength on internal conflicts—this has become a restrictive principle that limits the various battle zones, allowing spirit users to recklessly invade the fortresses.
“After more than fifty years of development, spirit users have been secretly taking control of one fortress after another, causing local defense forces to be constantly on the back foot, while the influence of the Thirteen Institutes keeps growing.
“This conflict has reached a point where we must take decisive action.
“The Commander-in-Chief has already lived two or three decades longer than expected; his end is near.
“Even if we don’t want to break this restraint, we must make a choice.
“Humanity needs to welcome a new era, whether it’s good or bad.
“In the past, whenever we wanted to take decisive action to resolve the troubles in the City of Spirit Energy, the Blade Beasts would always stir up trouble… Under the pressure of the Blade Beasts, it was hard for us to respond with our full strength against the City of Spirit Energy. Many people thought it was better to endure for the greater good, for the survival of humanity, and as a result, the ruling spirit users in the City of Spirit Energy kept pushing their limits, gradually encroaching more and more.
“This time is a great opportunity, for two reasons.
“First, the City of Spirit Energy has been continuously collecting materials, and the hatred levels from various battle zones towards the City of Spirit Energy have reached a critical point.
“Second, there’s a strange guy who has come up with a core weapon that could overturn the current spirit technology and break the Thirteen Institutes' monopoly on spirit energy.”
Wang Jixuan forced a smile.
The black instructor continued, looking a bit helpless:
