Meanwhile, in the Spiritual World...
It had been a little over a year since Minos' group left for the Spiritual World to join the people fighting in the War of the Worlds.
The last few months since the battle of the Gods around the headquarters of the Black Plain Army had been chaotic but not as bad as one might imagine.
The Gods of the Mechanic Empire had rarely appeared outside their territory during those months. After the fall of one of them on that fateful day and the withdrawal of their level 100 allies from the battles on the Continent of Beasts and Elves Island, the level 100 aliens went into seclusion to recover.
Their goal was simple. Recover from their injuries and cultivate until they are at their best. The native group from the Spiritual World had already shown that they had more difficulties than them in doing it, so these experts from The Adamant Land invested this time in doing just that.
The Gods of the Spiritual World basically followed the same plan after retiring to their respective headquarters after that day's battle.
Although the Spiritual World had won the most important battles that day, Vico, Willow, Aarav, and Aurae were left exhausted and with superficial injuries that would be difficult to recover from. Meanwhile, the level 100 dragon suffered deeper injuries because he and his tribe faced two level 100 enemies practically alone.
Although the Spiritual World had won the most important battles that day, Vico, Willow, Aarav, and Aurae were left exhausted and with superficial injuries that would be difficult to recover from. Meanwhile, the level 100 dragon suffered deeper injuries because he and his tribe faced two level 100 enemies practically alone.
Fortunately, this dragon had not been mortally wounded and had spent these months recovering and preparing for the next level 100 confrontation. But the dragon hadn't evolved as much as it could have during these months.
Nevertheless, a lot had happened in practically the entire Spiritual World.
The aliens had begun to accept the surrender of the Spiritual World natives, who didn't want to fight or risk their lives, and it had thrown the entire planet into turmoil.
Until that moment, about 11 months ago, the narrative of the leaders of the Spiritual World was that they had to fight the aliens because there would be no dialogue with these beings. Surrender would not be an option. They would end up dead or enslaved if they didn't fight.
But after the first million beings surrendered to the aliens and began living in the territory of the Mechanic Empire, rumors and information on the subject changed many minds.
That was the headquarters of The Adamant Land's forces in the Spiritual World!
And right at the most important point of this place, on the 23rd level of the basement of the main building, there were the six remaining Gods of the Mechanic Empire in this world, gathered after their reclusion.
They had just gathered in this meeting room, sitting in chairs around a large table, when one of them began to speak.
"It is time to proceed to the climax of this war." Said the strongest man there, the one responsible for leading the group into this world.
"We have reached our best condition, while the enemies are probably in pretty bad shape compared to us. Therefore, we must act quickly and seize this opportunity. If we can kill these five, we can solve the problem of ruling this world in a few months.
Each of the Gods there felt encouraged by this and agreed with this man about the possibility of their victory in the war if their plans went as expected.
"When do we act?" The last remaining robot in the group asked.
"We will send a few battalions to fight against the forces of the Black Plain Empire to investigate the situation of the most powerful enemies. We'll make a decisive attack after gathering the necessary information." The group leader replied.
"How are our numbers? Have we received any reinforcements while we've been in seclusion?" One of those who had come out of seclusion asked last, knowing that even though his forces had been more cautious during these months, many of his people had surely fallen.
The leader of the group, who had finished his recuperation first, replied. "Yes, a group of 25,000 Demigods and 30,000 Spiritual Sages have joined us in these months.
Half of our forces before our seclusion have fallen in these months, but with these additions, we should have a little more men now than we had back then."
"Well, that should be enough." Said another of these level 100 experts.
"Then it's decided. We'll attack the headquarters of the Black Plain Empire right after a battalion tests the enemies." The group leader said in a humorous tone. "We'll kill Minos Stuart's bitch wife, and then we'll end this bloody war by eliminating all the local Gods."