Yatai Policy: The New Order of the Mainland

Chapter 938 Extremes (Part 2)

"What just happened to me?!" Vardon was the first to wake up, looking around blankly.

“Master, you were poisoned by that Kino named Le Tianqiao. Fortunately, Mr. Bronson came to your aid…” Melvin hurriedly explained, casually pinning the blame on Kino.

Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, Vardon suddenly turned deathly pale, cried out "Ouch!" and fell to the ground again, blood flowing from all seven orifices at the same time, and then he fainted.

"The antidote is poisonous! Take the Chairman away for a stomach and intestines cleansing; there might still be hope!" Bronson glanced at Vardon and nonchalantly ordered, gesturing for Melvin to drag the man away first.

In the ensuing chaos, several guards from the Ilpu Alliance hurriedly carried Vardon to the back, while the rest of the group glared angrily at Kino's side.

"Bronson, did you use the inspection as an excuse to poison the antidote again? How long are you going to use such shameless methods of framing people!" In the midst of the chaos, Leng Ning saw through the enemy's trick at a glance and shouted loudly.

“Consultant Daiyun…” Bronson’s face was sinister, and he had no intention of replying at all, but Le Tianqiao’s exclamation startled Leng Ning.

The woman turned around and saw that Daiyun's face was ashen and she had collapsed to the ground, clearly in a more serious condition than when she had been poisoned.

“Bronson’s antidote was indeed poisonous. I was rash! Alas!” Dai Yunqiang forced himself to say, “It seems the McKen people are determined to take action. It’s a pity that the peace proposal has failed. The Yatai Continent will once again face the baptism of war! Let’s not engage in any more pointless disputes. From now on, we must follow McKen’s arrangements!”

The old man's tone was full of helplessness. He could disregard his own safety, but he felt regret and pain because he was powerless to change the situation. After all, there would be no winners in this outcome.

After Dai Yun finished speaking, he sat cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes tightly, automatically shutting out his breath, and entered a strange state.

"Uncle, you, you, has Mai Sang arrived yet? Why hasn't he shown himself yet?!" Le Tianqiao was young after all, and upon seeing this, he couldn't help but panic.

"Tianqiao, don't panic! We're not unprepared. When the fight breaks out, you must kill Brunson. I'll deal with Dawu! If we let these two scoundrels run rampant, Qinuo will truly become a soft persimmon that anyone can easily manipulate!" Now that things had come to this, Leng Ning no longer pretended. As she gave her orders, she beckoned the heroes of Qinuo's camp to step forward and firmly protect Daiyun in the center.

"Advisor Daiyun, you are not weak, but your acting skills are lacking. If you had fallen a moment earlier than Chairman Vardon, you would have been able to take the initiative!" Dawu shouted again, accusing Daiyun of faking it.

"Chino has gone back on its word, putting on airs to gain sympathy. Fellow discerning individuals here, how can we associate with such a nation and share the world?! Their proposed peace is undoubtedly a treacherous conspiracy. I hereby declare war on Chino on behalf of McKen, vowing to teach this rogue nation a profound lesson!" The burly man beside Atesban straightened his back and shouted loudly. He didn't deliberately raise his voice, but it resonated like rolling thunder, making the earth hum.

"Who are you? How dare you speak nonsense in the name of McKen!" King Dunpra of Suliel stood up and questioned loudly. He tried his best to speak, but compared to the imposing man, he was far less powerful.

“This is my senior brother, Gris. He currently serves in the McKen Army as the commander of the Special Division. His word is my word!” Etesban also stood up, looked around, and replied coldly.

"My God! The Twelve Meritorious God of Strength!" This exclamation caused a huge stir, and the entire hall erupted in gasps of amazement. Indeed, the name Gris represented a legend on the Yatai Continent, a pinnacle of the Inscription Master world. He was born with superhuman strength, was Gongzhuang Deming's first disciple, and had performed twelve earth-shattering feats since his birth, earning him widespread fame. However, he rarely appeared in public, which only added to his mystique.

Now that such a hero has condescended to serve under his junior brother, the various factions present have no choice but to reassess the strength of the Atesban.

"I don't care what kind of powerful king you are! The land of Suliel is not a battlefield for anyone to run wild and act arrogantly. The fact that Chairman Vardon and Advisor Daiyun have been poisoned again is very strange. How can we draw conclusions so easily? There are many poison experts here. Let's ask a few unrelated countries to come out and help find out the truth before we talk about anything else!" Dumbledore's angry shout drew a chorus of agreement. No one was blind. Bronson's behavior was indeed questionable.

“A tiny, defeated nation, Suliel, didn’t you keep saying you wanted to seek neutrality? How can you be so hypocritical, always favoring Kino? What right does such a leader have to shoulder the mission of the nation!” Gris narrowed his eyes and rebuked disdainfully.

Dunpra was hit where it hurt, and in front of everyone, he could no longer suppress his anger.

"Your Majesty, you must not act rashly. Although the tonic I gave you can temporarily enhance your power, it is not advisable to actually fight, especially against an opponent of the level of the Divine Power King!" Queen Elsma sensed something was wrong and hurriedly reminded Dumbledore, her heart clenching tightly.

Dempras was indeed in an abnormal state. His fierce battle with Etesban had left him severely depleted, though without fatal injuries, and his energy channels were inevitably blocked. This was also a major reason why King Suryl had not made a public appearance; he did not want outsiders to see a sickly and listless king.

But now, with the peace conference drawing to a close, Dempra, as the leader of the organizers, absolutely had to show up, otherwise it would severely damage his already somewhat low approval ratings. Fortunately, the Queen, skilled in healing injuries, offered a potion that could not only restore his spirit and focus to normal levels in a short time, but also enhance and boost his strength.

The side effects of this medicine are also quite obvious, namely, it causes mental agitation and difficulty in stabilizing emotions.

“I’ve had enough of the Mackenzie’s arrogance, and look at them, where is their sincerity in making peace? Since this war is going to happen sooner or later, let me start it…” Dunpra muttered to himself.

“If anything happens to me, according to the tradition of Suliel, you can inherit the throne, but you must have the support of Regent Masan, Holmles, and Emin!” He then gave the Queen another instruction before leaping to the center of the hall.

"Gris! You have openly defamed a monarch on my land, a grave offense against the fifty million people of Suliel! I'll give you two choices: either apologize now in public, or come down and fight me!" Dumbledore pointed at his opponent and roared angrily.

King Sulir was now majestic and imposing, displaying a heroic spirit of courage and determination, which immediately drew cheers from several factions.

Aimin was both annoyed by the king's impulsiveness and filled with patriotic fervor, feeling that dying for such a leader would be worthwhile. He repeatedly signaled to his men to prepare for battle and be ready to provide assistance at any time.

Holmes was completely stunned by Dumbledore's actions. He couldn't help but look at Elsma, only to see that the Queen's face was covered in tears, mixed with regret and remorse.

Recalling his own journey to becoming acting regent and Elsma's origins, the old general's mind raced. Could it be that Queen Elsma had long been colluding with the Mackens, and that this was yet another conspiracy to seize the throne of Suliel?!
Dempuhl: To stand firm in life and death, to lack courage, is to be unworthy of being called a man!