The flag's light was blazing hot.
From above the vault of heaven, it looked like a dazzling star rising from the pitch-black ashes, scattering its brilliance.
But within that vast projection, everyone's gaze turned to a higher place, the terrifying shadow that enveloped and obscured the entire Spring City.
"It's already too late."
In the gloom, a soft sigh emerged: "The haze from the four seas converged, the world's misfortune served as a pillar, and all of Spring City was sinking into the shadow of the Vortex.
Lu Changsheng was gambling, betting that he could withstand Tao Cheng's Heavenly Origin Assimilation, betting that he could fulfill his own ambitions. I told you guys long ago, once that madman won one round, he would want to win another, tasting sweetness and then craving more. Where is any notion of moderation?"
"What are you dawdling for then?"
Among the five seats surrounding the projection, an anxious middle-aged man asked, "The legacy of Sky Rail is being abused, and the Federation keeps sending messages interrogating us.
It's as if we deliberately violated the T5 agreement.
Who knew when the Sky Rail collapsed that another Wanxiang Engine was lost out there?"
"Throwing another mess at us?"
A man, looking like a doctor in a white coat and mask, slowly said, "The T5 agreement hangs around our necks like a dog leash, nearly choking us, serving as a decoration all these years, every day it's just this bit of business, examining and reviewing without clarity, and when things go wrong and illness strikes, then they remember—doctor, come save me... What were they doing earlier?"
"There's another troubling message—"
The agitated middle-aged man slowly stated, "Two minutes ago, an emergency communication line between the Central City Council of the Federation and the Elder Council of the Empire was connected.
Currently, both sides are assessing the situation, and if the situation continues to deteriorate, it's very likely that a number outside the normal series of Supreme Heavenly Art will be deployed for purification."
"Why then do they still rush us?"
"Don't forget, as the T5 alliance is united, the treaty of collective responsibility is ours to bear," said the elderly man who initiated the meeting, tapping the table, "If this continues, once the Sky Rail collapses and the Shadow Sun Seal spirals out of control, what will the consequences be?"
Everyone fell into silence.
Only the elder in the shadows extinguished his cigarette and suddenly raised his hand: "Yongji Bank proposes to address the current misuse of Sky Rail's legacy and activate 'Dust.'"
Suddenly, in the deathly silence, not even a breath could be heard.
Dust might sound trivial.
In reality, its current remaining amount in the vaults of Yongji Bank was only 0.81 grams.
From the era of Chaos Kings, the Destruction-grade weapon left by Mountain Light Dragon—originating from Ruins and akin to dust, yet is the bane of all corporeal entities in the world.
Less than 0.1 grams are needed to completely erase the entirety of Spring City along with everything within thousands of kilometers from the map.
As if it never existed in the world.
And as a consequence, the disappearance of corporeal entities would give birth to an equivalent amount of incorporeal entities.
Corporeal entities endure with the world.
Incorporeal entities bring disaster, coming and going without a trace...
If the entirety of Spring City were to be erased, what unimaginable disaster would be born from it?
"...has it come to this?"
Even the most impatient middle-aged man hesitated.
"The Federation has already authorized it, moreover, this conforms to the provisions of emergency clause four in the T5 agreement."
The elder sighed, "I've already communicated with the Federation, if the proposal passes, Dust will be deployed in half an hour, giving them enough time to evacuate.
I know the outcome is dire, but at this point, you all need to choose one of the two outcomes, right?"
Thus, no one spoke again.
"Gentlemen, the mission of T5 is already complete, we will gradually phase out of history. What we must do, is to maintain our last dignity and ensure that power is not abused.
Please begin the vote—"
The elder was the first to raise his hand: "Yongji Bank passes."
A green light lit up.
Silent throughout, in a shadowy seat with no discernible form, a clerk-like person put down the phone and raised his hand: "Huan Yu Heavy Industry and Great Creation pass."
The second green light.
The middle-aged man remained silent, finally releasing a silent sigh: "Boundaryless Communication, abstains."
The third light went out.
"Can you not bother me with the dirty work of killing and arson?"
The doctor waved his hand, "Hope Hospital, passes."
The fourth green light lit up.
Three votes in favor, one abstention.
"Since it's so, let's adjourn," the elder stood up, "Let the preparations be handed over..."
Beep!
In that instant, a sharp sound rang out.
The fifth light lit up, a dazzling red!
Leaving everyone stunned in place, turning their heads dully to look at that empty seat.
[—-Sky Rail Transportation, vetoed!]
According to the T5 agreement, the five parties share responsibility in unity, but to avoid interference, the leading party possesses a veto in proposals concerning internal affairs of the parties!
At that moment, on the dust-covered, vacant seat which had been empty for who knows how many years, a figure appeared.
Voluntarily leaning forward, sitting into the light.
It was a shepherd dog.
As though it had traversed mountains and rivers, its smooth and shiny fur covered with oil and dust, damp and with traces of smoke and fire.
Such a sorry state.
Only its two pitch-black eyes still shone clear and bright.
Reflecting the light.
Silently pleading.
The middle-aged representative of Boundaryless Communication was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst out in anger: "Hey, dead dog, do you understand the situation?"
"President, this is no joke."
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