The female Oak Sage next to him agreed indignantly:

"Yes, how dare they?!

Now that the rightful owner of this land has returned, it’s time for this country’s development to get back on the right track."

Stuart saw the "moth" opening and closing its mouthparts, still clinging to him relentlessly, and forcefully shook his hand:

"Patrick!

We, the vanguard sent by the temporary alliance of various sects, are descendants of the immigrants from the Dragon Court, with natural advantages in conquering this land over others.

Who wouldn’t want to seize this opportunity to gain benefits for their own family first?

Recently, the Abaddon Secret Teachings suffered a crushing defeat here.

Wasn’t it all to help their Chief God [Great Red Dragon Abaddon] retake the terrestrial divine realm lost a thousand years ago before the flood arrives?

Don’t think I don’t know, your Worm Cathedral has also been secretly parasitizing the upper clergy and nobility of the Kalmar Union, transforming them into [Moth People] and lesser clans.

Everyone’s the same; no one has the right to criticize the others."

The big white moth, also known as [Moth Person] Patrick in the Oak Sage’s mouth, had its secrets exposed and hurriedly flapped its wings, arguing with its small mouthparts:

"How can that be the same? The [Evernight Queen] of the Kalmar Union is not around, and the Regent Prince has been killed, causing severe internal rift.

The danger here is much less than the Kingdom of Hightins, which repelled the strong assault of the Abaddon Secret Teachings.

We only began to act quietly when the ’gastrovascular disease’ spread with the arrival of the beast tide. Our actions are fundamentally different from your public killings..."

Hearing their conversation, Byron’s face continuously changed.

He finally realized that these Ancient God’s Chosen Races arrived together with the previous day’s beast tide.

The beast tide wasn’t the natural calamity they initially thought but a premeditated human action.

Because the vanguard of one certain sect consisted of only a few people with a small target, they didn’t discover it in time.

This way, the originally anticipated buffer period of a week to half a month might be significantly reduced.

This crisis could no longer progress gradually, allowing them to train while adapting.

The Sea Monster Legion controlled by the [Sea Heirs] is probably already on its way. They might only face two more ordinary beast tides before encountering them.

"But without the arrival of legion-level colonial fleets, there’s no way to implement effective governance. What can these few Mythical Creatures accomplish?

Reclaiming the divine domain their Chief God lost might be part of the plan, but who is their target by gathering various heretical cults together, and who is the linker?

Moreover, even though these Ancient God’s Chosen Races are in similar situations, they’re definitely not synonymous with harmony; acting collectively means there are enormous benefits that make them put aside their prejudices."

Byron had personally experienced their "brotherhood."

During the Southern Continent colonial war, while many Old God Churches landed on the East Coast, only the Deep Dive Church and the Rift Brotherhood blocked the way.

There was not a trace of the other sects.

When Deep Dive Church Archbishop [Abyssal Horror] Dagon fled, he performed a particularly memorable opening move for Byron: "first shoot a flare at allied troops."

This trick killed [Father of the School of Sharks] Bonaparte and the entire Rift Monastery, while he fled with the [Legendary Warship - Dragonhead Ship - Valhalla].

From this, it’s evident that there are equally serious contradictions among the Old God Churches, and they wouldn’t mind eliminating a competitor if given the opportunity.

The only consensus they can reach is:

"To help awaken the gods they worship, restore some humanity, and eventually, with the Great Flood, breach the human psychic dam and stage the return of the dead!"

Byron continued to speculate on their specific plans while keeping his ears open.

The argument in the treehouse caused by "commands from multiple heads" was still ongoing.

The female Oak Sage had grown impatient:

"Patrick, that’s enough!

The honored person whose name we cannot utter has been in the Dragon Court for decades longer than us and has already thoroughly researched the power system of the Old Continent, hasn’t he?

Do we still not understand whether there’s a risk?

A complete [Silver Code] was split into three parts.

The power to rule the ’mortal world’ belongs to the kings; the power to rule ’hell/netherworld’ belongs to the church; the power to rule ’heaven’ belongs to the creator.

Only the [Papal Tiara] as the creator’s proxy holds a sliver of the creator’s authority, possessing all three triple powers;

Then the Emperor’s [Crown] holds two powers;

But all kings’ [King’s Title] only govern people. No matter how many other crowns a king wears, without reclaiming the Earth’s power, quantitative change cannot lead to qualitative change.

This is the truth behind the governance of the kings under the crowns on the Silver Continent!

Underestimating the reaction speed of the Lancaster Royal Family was indeed our failure, but even exposing a [Bizarre Nature’s Wrath], the limited authority of the opponent cannot find us.

When everything on this land was alive, there was no so-called Royal Iron Law!

To reclaim our Lord’s divine domain before the Abaddon Secret Teachings, we bear the loss ourselves, what more do you want?

Now let’s discuss the main matter quickly; the sect has been successfully deployed. What exactly is that honored person’s plan? You still haven’t told us."