NOVEL NEXT Chapter142-Unifying the Mosley Sea
At this moment, the entire Cigan Universe was immersed in a silence akin to the collapse of faith.
They had witnessed firsthand what true supremacy was—the concept that there are always greater beings beyond. Even King Stan, the legendary figure hailed as invincible, was not exempt from this truth.
"Hey! What about the guy who said he would forge the Holy City?"
"I heard he even chopped off his own hands to keep his promise."
"This... this guy is ruthless."
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"Hathaway, how do you feel now?"
Leo returned to Hathaway's side, smiling as he asked.
"..."
Hathaway lowered her head, remaining silent for a long time.
Her deep blue eyes reflected a profound shock, as if she was still immersed in the world-shattering moment she had just witnessed.
Seeing this, Leo's mood lifted even more.
"Don't be too surprised, my dear Hathaway. This is just the beginning."
It had to be said, the feeling of revealing one's power with absolute authority was indeed intoxicating.
Then, under the watchful eyes of countless onlookers,
Leo's already overwhelming aura began to rise even further, as if it had no limits!
As Leo's aura continued to climb, a massive vortex of energy began to form, exuding a chilling pull and space fluctuations.
At this moment, the very structure of space in the Cigan Universe groaned under the strain.
It seemed as though it would collapse at any moment from the sheer pressure of his presence.
Seeing this, Leo smiled slightly, a look of control over everything.
He gently took Hathaway's hand and spoke softly,
"We should leave here, darling."
At this point, Hathaway seemed to shed all her pretenses, becoming unusually quiet.
She didn't ask any more questions but simply followed silently beside Leo, allowing him to lead her as they stepped into the energy vortex.
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The Mosley Sea Plane.
This was a chaotic and ruthless domain where the laws were in disarray and only the strong survived.
Here, order and morals were non-existent, and power was the only currency that mattered!
For the weak, surviving here was as difficult as a mortal trying to climb the spine of the world with their bare hands.
At the same time, this place was a gathering point for fugitives, evil gods, and fallen powerhouses from across various planes.
It was truly a breeding ground for evil, a paradise for the desperate.
There had once been an ancient prophecy, stating that in some future era, a peerless powerhouse would rise to unify the chaotic Mosley Sea and establish a new, iron-fisted order.
This was the ambition of many of the top-level beings.
Because once the entire Mosley Sea was unified, the rewards would not only be the countless rare resources and ancient relics hidden within this forbidden sea,
but also the ability to recruit a vast number of powerful fugitives, building a force that could shake the entire multiverse.
At that point, they would have the capital to challenge the long-standing supreme races or the Order Temples head-on!
Inside an ancient spire floating amidst the flow of energy,
"Lord Lorenzo, have you considered my proposal?"
A man dressed in a dark gold-embroidered luxurious robe spoke calmly, looking at the middle-aged man who was deep in thought.
Lorenzo, one of the top powerhouses in the Mosley Sea, and the master of the Eagle-Eye Spire,
was known for his vast network of intelligence across many planes and his sharp insight.
At this moment, Lorenzo was filled with hesitation and internal struggle.
The man before him, Robert, held an extremely noble identity, one that even Lorenzo had to approach with caution.
And the proposal he presented was a mutually beneficial alliance aimed at uniting the entire Mosley Sea!
This left him both shocked and oddly stirred.
The terms Robert offered were incredibly generous.
Moreover, he promised that in the future, Lorenzo would enjoy a high degree of autonomy and status within the alliance, and the profits would far exceed what he currently had.
However, the risks were equally enormous!
Should he fail, it could result in his fall, and he would also violate an unwritten, ironclad rule of the Mosley Sea—no external forces could intervene in internal disputes!
Once discovered, he would be expelled by all the factions.
What would happen to someone who had lost the protection of the Mosley Sea and knew too many secrets?
The answer was clear.
After a long silence, Lorenzo finally shook his head slowly.
"Lord Robert, I appreciate your kindness,"
he said.
"But I find it difficult to accept. Let's consider today's conversation as though it never happened. Please, leave."
He had chosen to refuse.
The massive risk made him prefer to maintain the status quo and proceed cautiously.
However, Robert seemed to have anticipated his refusal.
His smile remained unchanged as he slowly took out two tokens emitting a unique energy fluctuation.
The moment Lorenzo saw the tokens, his pupils contracted sharply, his face filled with disbelief.
"Sir! What is this...?"
Robert wore a satisfied, victorious smile as he spoke slowly,
"Indeed, as you can see, these two lords have already agreed to my proposal."
Feeling the energies within the tokens belonging to two other giants of the Mosley Sea, Lorenzo sucked in a sharp breath.
A wave of shock surged within him.
If even those two had joined...
Then the success of this matter was, to some extent, just a matter of time.
"Alright!"
Lorenzo no longer hesitated, his voice filled with resolve.
"Lord Robert, I'm in!"
Earlier, he had refused due to the low success rate and the high risks.
But now, if he united with the most powerful figures in the Mosley Sea, forming a collective of shared interests, the chances of success would rise dramatically.
Resources were always limited—who didn't want more?
And Robert's promised alliance model, where Lorenzo would be the nominal leader without actual intervention in day-to-day affairs, was precisely what moved him.
He could gain enormous profits while maintaining significant independence.
Of course, Robert wasn't acting out of pure altruism.
His condition was that, at some point in the future, when he needed it, the unified Mosley Sea must provide unconditional help.
For Lorenzo and the others, this condition was acceptable.
Now that even the two hardest old-timers had been convinced, the success of this plan was almost certain.
Lorenzo would not hesitate further.
Upon hearing Lorenzo's affirmative response, Robert's face broke into a satisfied smile.
"Then, Lord Lorenzo,"
he elegantly extended his hand.
"Here's to a successful partnership!"
"To a successful partnership!"
Lorenzo extended his hand, shaking Robert's firmly.
A secret alliance capable of shaking the entire Mosley Sea was rapidly being formed.
It was clear that, in the near future, this chaotic sea would be swept by a storm of blood and war.
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