In the meeting hall of the Castle of Gods.
The Alliance leader sat on the main seat and looked at the Castle Lords.
After a few hours of waiting, the 10,000 giant vulture flying units that had been sent out had yet to send back any news.
When the Castle Lords saw the anxious expression on the Alliance leader's face, they all spoke out to comfort him.
"Alliance leader, I think they must be spending time cleaning up the battlefield!"
"It's very likely to be the case. How could they bring back so many mechanical devices? They must be searching for a good specimen for you!"
"Sigh, if they sent me, I would have come back a long time ago!"
"Don't talk nonsense. Your castle doesn't have any powerful flying units!"
"Humph, your castle isn't that great either. There aren't any flying forces at all!"
"What? You think you're so great, huh? Why don't we wait until the end of the meeting to battle and see who's better!"
