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One letter is enough!

"Your Excellency, I would like to ask, just how large is this Chaos attack?" Fielding looked at the letter in his hand; the handwriting was delicate and pleasing to the eye.

However, after carefully reviewing it, Fielding discovered that it did not mention the exact size of the attacking force.

"The Holy King Church was able to detect this attack in advance, so they must have had more detailed intelligence, right?"

Wells was taken aback. He looked around and found all the members of parliament staring at him with serious expressions.

"Uh, I, I already said, the Lord of the Dead Sea, He, He's heading straight for the Federation!"

"Hmm, besides that ferocious beast, did it bring any other chaotic creatures with it?"

Edward asked, "If it's the Black Tide, then we're in big trouble!"

"..."

Wells fell silent; he finally understood why the members of parliament were still so calm.

These guys, these guys had no idea how terrifying the Great Lord was!

They simply didn't understand the seriousness of the situation!

"This is a crisis for all of humanity!"

Wells blushed: "If we can't get that beast back into the Dead Sea, the flame of humanity will be extinguished!"

"The Holy King Church is already organizing its forces, and once the Holy Song Battle Group is ready, it will head to the Federation to fight the enemy together."

"All the cardinals will come, uniting the Kingdom of Sein, the Pluton Union, and the Great Plains..."

"As long as humanity works together, no difficulty is insurmountable..."

"Sorry!" Edward had to interrupt his impassioned speech.

"You mean the Holy Song Chapter is going to enter the country?"

"That's right, but please forgive me. Because the journey is long, it may take..."

"This is impossible!"

Fielding interrupted him rudely: "We appreciate the reminder from the Holy King Church, but the Federation will solve its own difficulties."

"Uh"

Wells was stunned for a while before he came to his senses: "But, the Lord of the Dead Sea..."

"Didn't the first Holy King also seal away a ferocious beast?"

Fernan smiled: "The Federation also has super strong individuals."

"..."

“A super strong individual, that’s right, a super strong individual can rival a Chaos Lord.”

Wells explained with difficulty, “But the Highlord is different. He, He is not comparable to the Chaos Lord at all.”

"But the Federation has more than one super strong person. There are two super strong people in the Federation."

Edward asked doubtfully, "Two super strong individuals, plus the grandmasters from the entire Federation's martial arts side, and experts from the mystical side—isn't that enough power to defeat that ferocious beast?"

"..."

"Ruins, that's it, ruins!"

Wells' eyes lit up. "The Federation has also excavated ruins, right? You should know something about the incredible technology inside."

"Humans once possessed such power, but they were almost crushed by the Great Lord."

"But,"

Fielding retorted, "The power of Chaos is not what it used to be."

"When chaos first appeared, countless great lords descended upon Earth."

"But now, there is only one ferocious beast."

Section 322, Chapter 321, Federal Brother

Wells sighed inwardly; the Federation ultimately lacked sufficient foundation.

Compared to those established powers, its gap is not only reflected in military strength.

To put it bluntly, these congressmen are complete frogs in a well!

There was only one ferocious beast.

Even King Sien wouldn't dare utter those words!

"Besides the Lord of the Dead Sea, there were also twelve Chaos Lords traveling with him."

"Of course, when the Great Lord goes out, a large-scale black tide will inevitably be generated."

"Conservatively estimated, this Kuroshio Current is twelve times larger than the ordinary Kuroshio Current."

"..."

The councilors were stunned by these words!

They were unaware of the Dead Sea Lord's power, but they were well aware of the Chaos Lord's capabilities.

A single Chaos Lord triggering a black tide could send the Federation into a frenzy; twelve of them...

The Federation simply couldn't handle it!

"What, why are there so many lords here?" Fernand stammered.

"Just like a king traveling with guards."

Wells began, “Actually, everyone in the Holy King Church is quite puzzled because, compared to the past, there are far fewer Chaos Lords accompanying us this time.”

“That’s not enough!” Fielding glared at the man. “Never since the Dark Ages have so many Chaos Lords appeared at once!”

"However, compared to the hundreds that often accompanied the Dark Ages, the number of twelve lords this time is indeed quite small."

"..."

Seeing that none of the councilors spoke, Wells said, "My colleagues and I have discussed this at length and we all agree that the Dead Sea Lord's actions this time are highly purposeful."

"This is highly unusual!"

“During the Dark Ages, this beast never displayed such a strong sense of purpose.”

"In addition, He suddenly awoke..."

Wells revealed a sharp look: "Could it be that there's something more to this?"

"Gentlemen, do any of you have any leads?"

"Dead Sea, Great Lord, on your way to the Federation..."

Gulian suddenly realized something, and her face turned deathly pale.

"Sir, what have you thought of?" Wells noticed Gulian's unusual behavior and quickly asked.

"Ah, the Federation has also been paying close attention to the Dead Sea region."

"I was wondering, since such a big thing happened, how come we didn't receive any news at all?"

Gulian didn't reveal her true thoughts, after all, Wells was an outsider, and she still had reservations.

"I've left the affairs of the outer islands to Shingo."

After shirking responsibility, Edward quickly made excuses for his son-in-law: "But unfortunately, Shingo was in a car accident and is still in the hospital."

'What a coincidence?' Wells frowned slightly.

He had a feeling that this matter was not so simple. A member of parliament, surely he would have a skilled bodyguard by his side?

Wells didn't quite believe the story about him being in a car accident and in the hospital.

Unless, this wasn't a car accident at all, but rather someone deliberately assassinated Senator Shingo to prevent the Federation from knowing about the unusual activity in the Dead Sea!

He couldn't think of anyone else who would do such a thing besides those cult lunatics.

but……

'Not only did they assassinate a senator, they also managed to suppress crucial intelligence about the Dead Sea from the higher-ups.'

'The State Federation seems to have been heavily infiltrated by the Apocalypse Cult!'

"Your Excellency Wells."

At this moment, Edward looked at him sincerely and asked, "You said that the Holy King Church was prepared to send the Holy Song Warband to help the Federation overcome its difficulties?"

"That's right, but in terms of timing..."

"Please act quickly, Church. The Federation will do everything in its power to provide any assistance you require!"

Fielding then spoke up, completely forgetting that he had previously said, "The Federation will solve its own problems."

"The Church is making preparations, but the Hymn Chapter may not be able to arrive immediately."

Wells solemnly replied, "However, I will remain in the Federation to help resist the invasion of Chaos!"

"Thank you so much!"

"Your Excellency Wells is truly righteous!"

"The Church of the Holy King truly deserves to be called the hope of mankind."

"This greatly reduces the pressure on the Federation."

The councilors expressed their gratitude, even though it was just Wells alone, because he was a cardinal!

In dealing with a Chaos Lord, a cardinal can play a role no less significant than that of a super-powerful being.

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After using a chaos detector obtained from the ruins to determine the situation, the Federation began frantically seeking help internationally.

The Kingdom of Sein, the Union of Pruton, the Church of the Holy King...

One after another, letters from congressmen were sent out as if they were free, with the federal government adopting an extremely humble stance, as if to say, "Big brothers, please help your little brother."