Chapter 1302: Chapter 1302

Gradually, the light in the statue’s eyes faded away.

Blood-red mist coiled around the horns, and dark red rust trickled down from the seams, resembling congealed bloodstains.

The silver cup held in its stone claws was filled with black grease, with fragments resembling cow hooves floating on the surface, making a sticky sound as they bobbed with the oil.

"Finally, it has calmed down."

"The field has dissipated again."

The Council President wiped away sweat and encouraged himself, managing a bitter smile, "Alas, those humans also have a ’Ghost’, their strength is indeed far superior to ours. This time, we lost without grievance, and there’s no need for everyone to be upset."

"But no matter what, we’ve already sent out the signal for our trump card. It should still have some effect."

"Let’s go to the frontlines for negotiations!"

And so, one after another, the spacecraft flew to the designated location in Green Grass City to begin diplomatic negotiations.

The diplomats from the originally confident Red Bull Alliance disembarked, all looking disheartened and dejected. They were only wearing formal suits, not even power armor.

Their expressions revealed frustration and helplessness.

Originally, just surrendering outright would have sufficed.

But now, after some conflict, those large-scale giant divine weapons were still active, faintly aimed at their war fortresses.

Each gun barrel radiated a menacing high temperature.

The signing of this treaty under the city walls left the Minotaurs with a silent outrage.

In contrast, the diplomats from the Flame Snake Civilization remained composed, even greeting politely: "Lord Qing Jia, hello, it’s been a while."

"General Li, Mr. Li Chunhong, Professor Edward, hello."

"You actually have such a powerful compatriot over there, why didn’t you say so earlier?" the Flame Snake Leader said sourly.

These parties were old acquaintances.

But in this negotiation, roles have completely reversed; the once strong side has now become the weak side.

Of course, the representatives from the Human Alliance and Haji Civilization did not display any arrogant demeanor, because they had already handed over the leadership to Green Grass City. Now that the main forces have been dispatched, they are sure to secure more benefits.

They could only comfort themselves, "This time, it’s certainly profitable, at least there’s no risk of life."

All the while, the Greedy Demon God·Lu Yuan, who was observing from the sidelines, saw the spirited Green Grass City diplomatic team and couldn’t help but sigh, "Green Grass City has really grown up, the old father is of little use now."

He quietly contacted Old Cat: "Comrade, you really made a splash, winning without a battle."

Old Cat snorted coldly, "Stop with the sarcastic comments, it’s just bullying two third-level civilizations."

"How do you plan to handle these two enemies?" Lu Yuan asked.

"We never intended to destroy them completely," Old Cat replied, "The Flame Snake Civilization and Red Bull Alliance have no grudges against us in Green Grass City."

"Besides, these Minotaurs do have a ’Ghost’ as a trump card, there’s no need to fight to the bitter end."

"Once we obtain the mythical spoils, our negotiation task is essentially complete."

"Yes, that’s also acceptable."

"Let me say one more thing..." The strangers in the Immortal Palace, naturally paying attention to this matter, with the Big Crystal Man saying, "I’ve observed that the Flame Snake Civilization may also be a second-generation civilization. They probably also have heritage."

"The Giant Snake Armor, in the Sixth Epoch’s literature, has been extensively documented."

The Sixth Epoch is a magical epoch, its stories hidden in the mists.

"So this time, we’ve encountered two second-generation civilizations?" Old Cat was surprised.

"Yes... Of course, we won’t interfere with Green Grass City’s diplomatic activities, you can decide what to do. We just think these two civilizations are intriguing and might still hide something."

Old Cat was silent for a moment, "Understood, I’ll modify the negotiation approach."

"What kind of negotiation approach?" Lu Yuan asked.

Old Cat said, "For us, a win-win situation is easy. Things like field industrialization, Northern Territory Alliance peripheral slots, all can be given to them. After all, these things aren’t valuable but yield substantial benefits for them."

The Buzhou Alliance is a closed alliance, with too many civilizations, intense competition, and the recent appearance of Level 5 civilization’s space technology, maintaining technical monopoly means not recruiting peripheral members anymore.

Those space tunnels are not open to other civilizations either.

However... the Northern Territory Alliance, isn’t it up to Green Grass City?

"It’s not about introducing them to the Northern Territory... Peripheral members can share some information, technology, and also trade divine skills in the temple... It would also be beneficial for you, the Greedy Demon God."

"Humans are willing to turn hostility into goodwill, but others may not view it the same way and might see it as a long-term hatred," Lu Yuan asked, frowning.

Old Cat sighed softly, "Lu Yuan, you’re mistaken, civilizations are not individuals. If a civilization is swayed by emotions, it clearly can’t develop, immediate interests and long-term interests are what really matter."

"If they are guided by hatred, then they will never catch up with us, their resentment is inconsequential."

"Moreover, in the negotiation agreement, we will stipulate to downplay this matter as much as possible. After all, we’ve never fought a large-scale war. And these civilization leaders wouldn’t want their citizens to know they surrendered, likely internally proclaiming a friendly cooperation agreement was reached. Therefore, the probability of long-term hatred is low."

Lu Yuan was rendered speechless. Sighing softly, indeed, at many times, the interests of a civilization and the interests of individuals do not always align. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the NovelHub(.)net

Entirely selfless individuals could be called "saints", and if there were a large group of such leaders, indeed, there must be a large group, those second-generation civilizations wouldn’t have fallen to this point.