Chapter 410 Emperor Xueye’s back-up plan
After a pause, Xue Qinghe looked at Emperor Xue Ye with bright eyes and continued.
"But today's situation is not completely hopeless. Although the Star Luo Empire's attack is a huge crisis for us, from another perspective, it is also an opportunity for the empire's nirvana and rebirth. Today, we, Tiandou The empire has become free of war The external interference and constraints of the Soul Palace, as long as we can completely centralize the power of the empire in our hands, and at the same time open the door wide and recruit the soul masters scattered outside, in time, our Tiandou Empire will be able to break through and stand up."
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After hearing these words, Emperor Xueye's face obviously improved a lot, but he still couldn't hide the trace of deep worry as he said. His tone was thoughtful and hesitant.
"Qinghe, your idea is certainly reasonable, but given the current urgent situation, I'm afraid the Star Luo Empire will not easily give us this opportunity to recuperate."
Xue Qinghe bowed again and spoke methodically.
"Father, for this reason, we should take the initiative to seek peace with the Star Luo Empire. By paying a certain price, we can exchange for a few years of precious peaceful development time. In this way, we can maximize the preservation of the existing We have the strength to avoid unnecessary losses, and we can take the opportunity to completely consolidate the empire's power structure and integrate the resources of all parties. When the time comes, we will have enough confidence and strength to compete with the Star Luo Empire."
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At this time, Prince Snow Star raised his hands and said. His voice was urgent and anxious
"Your Majesty, this matter needs to be weighed carefully. The Star Luo Empire has always been ambitious, and they may not really accept our request for peace. They may take this opportunity to put forward extremely harsh conditions that are unbearable for us."
Xue Qinghe turned to look at Prince Xue Xing and raised his eyebrows.
"Your Excellency, the situation is urgent now. Even if they want some land, give it to them. Give it now. If you still have a chance to fight them, can you just sit back and wait and watch the empire fall?"
"Besides, I don't have to worry about not having firewood to keep the green hills. Even if I don't give them to them, who can stop them from attacking? When the time comes, they will conquer it themselves, and we won't even have the conditions to cut off the land and seek peace."
Emperor Xue Ye also understood the seriousness of the matter and said after thinking for a moment.
"What Qinghe said makes sense. No matter what, let's send an envoy to explore the Xingluo Empire's tone first. Understand their true intentions and bottom line, and then we can make further decisions."
After the discussion, Xue Qinghe returned to the palace with a heavy expression. Stepping into the study, he frowned and paced back and forth in the spacious study. His steps seemed a little hasty and messy. His eyes were sometimes focused on the ground, sometimes looking out the window, and his heart was like a surging wave, constantly weighing the pros and cons.
After a long time, he seemed to have finally made up his mind. He slowly walked to the desk and sat down slowly. He took a deep breath, reached for a pen and started writing on the white paper.
After writing the last word, Xue Qinghe gently put down the brush and carefully checked the letter from beginning to end. After confirming that it was correct, he carefully folded it, put it into a delicate envelope, and carefully sealed it with fire paint .
Then, he stood up and walked to the door, calling softly.
"Ghost Leopard."
As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow instantly appeared in front of him. Ghost Leopard Douluo lowered his head respectfully, clasped his hands and said.
"Young Master, what are your orders?"
Xue Qinghe handed the letter in his hand to Ghost Leopard Douluo, and said with a serious expression and unquestionable determination in his eyes.
"Leave it to Bibi Dong." Although he didn't like Bibi Dong, after all, Bibi Dong was the leader of Wuhun Palace, and for the sake of Wuhun Palace, this was the only way.
Ghost Leopard Douluo nodded solemnly and took the letter with both hands. "Don't worry, young master, I'll go right away." After saying that, he disappeared in a flash, leaving only a breeze gently blowing the curtains of the study room.
On the other side, after the meeting ended, the master took Emperor Xueye out of the solemn court hall and walked towards the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion.
On the carriage, both of them were silent. Emperor Xueye's face was gloomy, his brows were furrowed, and he was still thinking over and over again about the words of everyone in the council just now and the difficult situation he faced. The master, on the other hand, had a serious expression and a steady pace, as if he had a certain plan in mind.
After arriving at the Imperial Master's Mansion, I didn't know how many times I turned around, and finally came to a rockery.
The master gently pushed open the seemingly ordinary stone door, and heard a crunch. A hole appeared on the ground, and a damp and cold breath suddenly hit his face.
Going down the hole, there is a secret room inside. The light in the secret room is dim, with only a few oil lamps emitting a weak and swaying light in the corners, making the whole space look eerie.
Emperor Xueye narrowed his eyes slightly. After getting used to the dim light, he took a closer look and saw numerous jars of different shapes densely placed below. The jars may be large or small, tall or short, some may have a rough surface, while others may appear smoother, but without exception, they all exude a strange and disturbing aura.
Emperor Xueye's heart tightened, and he involuntarily took a few steps forward, approaching the jars, with deep doubts and uneasiness in his eyes. He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch one of the jars, but he hesitated and drew back the moment he was about to touch it.
"National Master, is this the altar of soldiers, gods and monsters you call?" Emperor Xueye's voice was low, with a hint of trembling.
The master stepped forward, stood beside Emperor Xue Ye, nodded solemnly, and spoke slowly.
"Your Majesty, these are the altars of soldiers, gods and monsters. They are our last secret weapons."
Emperor Xueye frowned and carefully observed the jars again, trying to discern some clues from their appearance.
"Does this really have such a miraculous effect as you said? Can ordinary soldiers have strength beyond the Soul Lord level just through these jars?"
The master took a deep breath, looked at Emperor Xueye firmly, and explained.
"Your Majesty, this altar of soldiers, gods and monsters is refined through secret methods. As long as ordinary soldiers go through this special refining process, they can obtain powerful strength, which far exceeds the soul level. Moreover, the strength of the soldiers themselves The higher it is, the greater the improvement in strength will be after it is refined into a weapon, and it can even double.”
Emperor Xue Ye listened to the master's explanation, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes. He was not only full of desire for this powerful force that could change the situation of the war, but also felt deeply uneasy and doubtful about this mysterious and cruel refining method.
After hesitating for a while, Emperor Xueye finally couldn't help but ask.
"National Master, how many of these can be practiced in a year?"
The master lowered his head, pondered for a moment, then raised his head and replied with firm eyes.
"Your Majesty, with the current conditions and resources, we can train at least tens of thousands."