ALL NOVELS' LIST | Chapter List: The Last Commander of the Red Alert XXX-----XXX-----XXX-----XXX "Etiquette should not be abandoned. Even t
"Etiquette should not be abandoned. Even though we were once emperors, it's not the case anymore. Let's follow the rules and pay our respects to His Majesty!"
The three venerable ancestors respectfully bowed to the 13th Spy, who returned the gesture.
"I wonder how the three venerable ancestors have returned. Is it related to the front lines?" The 13th Spy appeared genuinely concerned, and to those unaware, it seemed as though he was worried for humanity.
The scar-faced man traced the scars on his own face and smiled, "It's not about the front lines; it concerns the Rota Empire. Upon hearing of the Empire's downfall, we rushed back immediately. You should understand what this means, don't you?"
Internally, the 13th Spy cursed. He knew nothing!
He wasn't a true Rota Emperor, just an impostor. There were many things about being an emperor that he remained ignorant of.
Of course, in this situation, he pretended to know everything and nodded.
"The Battle for Restoration, this is our last chance. If we defeat the Rota Empire, we can continue to exist. But if we lose, there will be no more Rota Empire," the scar-faced man's voice was grave.
The 13th Spy was shocked; he hadn't expected a Battle for Restoration of this sort. If they were to win, would it mean the end of the Red Alert Empire?This couldn't be allowed!
He was a part of the Red Alert Empire; he couldn't let the other side succeed!
"What are the specific rules?"
"Usually, the Battle for Restoration consists of three rounds, with two victories required. The first round is a battle involving Small Galaxy-level Powerhouses, the second round involves Large Galaxy-level Powerhouses, and the third round is a group battle."
The 13th Spy thought for a moment. The first round wouldn't pose much of a problem; the Red Alert Empire had fewer Small Galaxy-level soldiers, but almost every planet had many Small Galaxy-level troops. However, in the second round, he had learned from Commander that the enemy possessed Large Galaxy-level eighth-order beings. In a direct confrontation, Super Soldiers might not be a match.
It seemed like their last hope rested on the group battle; it was their only chance.
This Battle for Restoration couldn't be lost!
However, before that, the 13th Spy believed he could try to negotiate. If the Battle for Restoration didn't proceed, wouldn't that be better?
With this in mind, he said, "Venerable ancestors, I believe the Battle for Restoration is not advisable."
"State your reasons." The three individuals remained calm, only gazing mildly at the 13th Spy.
"The reason is simple; the Rota Empire lacks the means to engage in a Battle for Restoration with the Red Alert Empire. I'm quite certain that you, venerable ancestors, have gathered information about the Red Alert Empire. I can assure you that all of that information is accurate."
"The Battle for Restoration, with its three rounds, guarantees our defeat in all three. There is no other possibility!"
"I'm not trying to diminish our courage or undermine our prestige; these are objective facts that won't change due to our desires. Perhaps the venerable ancestors are still unfamiliar with many aspects here, so allow me to explain."
With these words spoken, several days had passed, leaving only one day before they would be transported back. They had to make their final decision!
This time, everyone who had returned from the front lines gathered in the courtyard of the 13th Spy. All eyes were fixed on the two individuals in the center— the 13th Spy and the scar-faced man.
"We've gathered everyone here for one reason, to decide whether to initiate the Battle for Restoration. Those in favor, please raise your hands," the scar-faced man declared.
In these recent days, they had sensed that something was amiss. The people on Rota Star didn't hold as much resentment toward the Red Alert Empire as they had initially imagined.
In fact, it seemed that these people were striving to become residents of the Red Alert Empire. For most of them, life had improved significantly compared to before.
The most crucial point was that they had heard that the Red Alert Empire possessed virtual technology similar to that of the Star Peak Empire, capable of covering the entire Milky Way galaxy with its network. This was news to them.
Star Peak Empire was among the top-tier empires, known for its virtual technology, and it was surprising that the Red Alert Empire had such capabilities.
If they succeeded in the restoration of their empire, would the people on those planets be willing to lose access to this technology?
As the saying goes, it's easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality. Once people had tasted the sweetness of the Red Alert World, if they were to lose it, it would be like Earth before the apocalypse. Humans had grown accustomed to having their smartphones with them at all times; if global phone usage were suddenly banned, how would they cope?
They all understood this logic. If the Red Alert World ceased to exist, most of them might have supported the Battle for Restoration, but now...
In the end, only a few hands were raised.
Seeing this situation, the scar-faced man knew that the Rota Empire would become a thing of the past, and there would be no more Rota Empire in the world.
In the future, they would become wandering warriors, and perhaps other empires would try to recruit them, but that was a matter for another day.
The scar-faced man sighed, "Then, it's settled. You have the final day to decide, as long as you don't cause any trouble."
The crowd dispersed, each going their own way on Rota Star. Some went to visit their families, while others explored the surroundings.
The scar-faced man and the other two individuals stayed behind, and they looked at the 13th Spy. "Your Majesty, we're sorry..."
The 13th Spy interrupted him directly, "Venerable ancestors, there's no need to apologize. I've already come to terms with this situation. If I hadn't, wouldn't I have died from frustration by now?"
The scar-faced man smiled. Indeed, the most unfortunate person in this situation wasn't them but the last emperor of the Rota Empire, who also had the shortest reign.
Even if he felt disheartened, it wasn't their place to complain.
"I wonder, venerable ancestors, what are your plans for the future?"
"We don't know. We'll take it one step at a time. Perhaps we might join other empires," the scar-faced man replied.
"Well then, venerable ancestors, have you ever considered joining the Red Alert Empire?"
The three individuals were instantly stunned. They hadn't thought about that option at all. Regardless of the circumstances, the Red Alert Empire had destroyed their Rota Empire. Joining the Red Alert Empire directly? That idea didn't sit well with them.
They had prepared themselves to potentially join other empires, but the option of joining the Red Alert Empire had been dismissed from their minds from the start.
Now, brought up by the 13th Spy, they suddenly felt... intrigued!
After all, they were all Large Galaxy-level Powerhouses. If they were to join the Red Alert Empire, the other side would probably be interested, right?
Their only concern was whether the Red Alert Empire would hold their previous allegiance to the Rota Empire against them. If they voluntarily pledged allegiance and were rejected, their reputation would be in tatters in the Human Galactic Domain!