Chapter 512: The Situation

In Abraham's White House, inside the Oval Office, the golden-haired President stared at the blackboard marking the balance of power between the two sides, deeply troubled.

His FBI Director, Adam Gowen, was expressionlessly pasting photographs onto the board one by one.

"Philip I, Alexandra Howard, Roland Benedict, and Ms. Clara Konzell—that's four demigods."

"The Silverwing Duke has been lingering in the southern part of America and might also join in. And the mage who's being held back might also enter the fray."

"Philip I and Howard have been contacting various parties. Now, the Old Continent's demigod shadow Eden Condren and Marquis Lanstaff are both unaccounted for. Besides that, we don't know if they've contacted other demigods. The mage's connections can't be ignored either."

"The vampires are likely to join as well; they can at least dispatch three princes. Obviously, neither the Camarilla nor the Sabbat will allow Andre to continue existing."

"Our intelligence department estimates that once war breaks out, Philip I's side will have no fewer than ten demigods, possibly even fifteen."

"Then there's Consul's side. He himself is almost a match for the mage. We suspect that besides divine authority, he may also possess a lesser mythical armament, and it's a mage's equipment, though unconfirmed. Then there are the Twins, a pair of twins who can hypnotize many demigods. He also recruited the demigod mage Faust in his early years—this is intelligence we've only recently obtained, and this man returned a year ago after exploring the astral plane."

"The leader of his private armed forces, Guderla, is a legendary fifth-rank magic swordsman. Numerous pieces of evidence prove that this man also possesses a mythical armament."

"And Andre Lee Willtonstein's armed forces are also exceptionally strong. 'Blood-Eyed Angel' Robert Yvonne, who wields divine authority and mythical equipment; Professor Alex Granshire, who has completed his nine-story magic tower; and he himself—Andre, holding Light Demon No. 8, likely masters four types of divine authority. Additionally, there's that mysterious sniper who took out over a dozen legends at once, and the Void Night Monarch Delfinia Eldridge—"

"Their allies, the two legendary fifth-rank mages of the Linden family, are also formidable. In particular, Rote Linden's possession of the Linden family's hereditary mythical armament makes him very powerful."

"It seems their side is weaker, but whether it's the Twins, Consul himself, or the lucky Andre and the Void Night Monarch, they are all extremely troublesome. Their divine authorities and abilities allow Consul's side to not fear group battles."

"And below the demigod level, we have a list of over a hundred legends on both sides. The armies gathered near Atlanta on both sides have already reached 300,000 men."

"We're not sure if the Medici family from the Old Continent will join the war. If they do, the Michelle Group might also get involved. Andre is the chosen one of Michelle Medici—"

"Enough!"

The President forcibly interrupted the FBI Director's speech, then weakly rubbed his temples with both hands: "I regret it now, Gowen. If I had known it would come to this, I should have let them settle it half a year ago."

Adam Gowen shrugged involuntarily: "No one could have imagined back then that Consul and his grandson had such war potential. Besides, we've already won the election, haven't we?"

Ms. Christie Blythe pushed up her glasses: "Even wars between supreme families are no more than this. Once these two sides go to war, they'll destroy all of Atlanta. The magic tower defense array there can't withstand a conflict of this intensity. The demiplanes they've split off can only accommodate up to six demigods fighting inside."

"So we must stop them!"

The President stared at the blackboard, his brow furrowed: "We need to find someone to mediate between them, find a way to resolve their conflict."

Everyone present exchanged glances.

"This is very difficult. Consul hates Philip I to the bone, and the latter is Consul's only hope for survival. The Howard family is also worried about being purged by the Willtonstein family after Philip I's death. After all, the potential of that grandfather and grandson is terrifying."

National Security Advisor Jaxon Richard mused: "We can try, but Mr. President, don't get your hopes up too high."

"The key is that many people want to see this war happen."

Adam Gowen smiled bitterly: "From what I've gathered, several supreme families in America are fanning the flames, even directly interfering. I don't think any of them wants to see another supreme family rise."

"I know, I know—"

The President sighed: "In any case, let's try first. If there's really no way, then we'll force their armies and demigods to fight in the Dark World or the astral plane. That's our bottom line. Whoever touches this point, I won't hesitate to use state power to strike them down! Now, does anyone have a suitable candidate? We need someone with prestige and strength, someone both sides can trust."

…

At this moment, Li Mochen had already entered the Dark World's Saintstone Fortress through the magical energy portal.

Saintstone Fortress was 7,900 kilometers away from Ghost City, but the Dark World's area was about a hundred times that of the Light World. So the corresponding positions in the Light World were only about seventy kilometers apart.

The magical energy portal at Saintstone Fortress was located in the southern suburbs of Atlanta. The Nathan Group had also built a small fortress here, which, after being resold, was taken over by Li Mochen along with the thousand-man security force stationed there.

Initially, the security force personnel were demoralized and restless. Compared to a large group like Nathan, Li Mochen as the boss was clearly less reliable.

But now the situation had improved considerably. First, the restless elements had been purged; second, Li Mochen's status as the heir of the Willtonstein family was now widely known; third, his aggressive expansion of private forces here had shown his ambition.

Moreover, the wages offered by the Rising Sun Group were acceptable, 8% higher than the Nathan Group's, so the situation here had greatly improved.

The moment Li Mochen entered Saintstone Fortress, he sensed a familiar soul fluctuation. Then, in the next instant, a dragon's roar rang out.

A dragon, fully twenty meters long, suddenly tore through the void and landed directly in front of him. Then, full of grievance and longing, it licked Li Mochen's face with its tongue.

This was his magical pet, the little dragon vein. The little creature, once no bigger than a palm, had now grown to the size of a juvenile dragon after a year.

More importantly, this former ghostfire dragon could now freely traverse the void, treating space itself as nothing.