Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 589

Chapter 587, Supreme Mother

Spiderweb Universe, in the Millennium Star Domain, aboard the Ironclad Chapter’s flagship, the Man of Steel, Humphrey Paul was speaking with Archsage Varluk, far away in the Alfonzo Star Domain.

“Alfonzo, is the situation in turmoil?”

Varluk’s mechanical face remained emotionless. “It’s essentially true. After the destruction of Dubo’s fleet in the Proud Claw Star Domain, the Imperial faction within the sect has begun to regain the upper hand. They are strongly questioning the sect’s strategy for entering the war, blaming the fleet’s destruction on the sect’s decision to start the war, and are increasingly questioning the sect’s long-standing cooperation with the Ironclad Chapter.”

To others, this might sound like pressure.

But Paul didn’t see it that way.

His expression remained unchanged, and he didn’t even doubt Varluk’s position.

He just sighed and said, “I have never underestimated the Alliance. Back then, when Erso was still alive, I advised him not to act rashly and that the Alliance needed to be taken seriously. He didn’t listen to me completely, and as a result, he lost his life in vain in the south.”

“I also tried to win them over. Even if they are unwilling to stand on our side, we hope to persuade them not to stand on the opposite side. But unfortunately, they also failed to listen to my enticement. The chips I can offer are too few.”

“I have been mentally prepared and have to go to war with the Alliance. So, I let Paulitus lead all the Furies, and add a New World Torch, and let them defend the south from the Alliance’s attack.”

“But their performance still exceeded my expectations. A few years ago, they were just potential. But in just a few years, they have not only fulfilled this potential, they are even stronger than we imagined.”

“Paulitus is a very capable man, but he failed to do what I expected. It’s not his fault. Even though I asked for your help, Sage Dubo led the team himself and encountered a greater failure. I really didn’t expect that your participation in the war was one of the trump cards I prepared. Alfonzo’s fleet was originally a force that could change the entire war.”

“The Alliance not only forced this force out, forcing me to let you leave early, but even destroyed your fleet in the south…”

“I am very angry, and even a little scared. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder, shouldn’t the original strategy be to fight in the south? That may not be able to shock the empire, but it can take advantage of their strength before they are as strong as they are now to eliminate a major enemy, and we won’t be so embarrassed now.”

The great sage Varuk, who had been listening silently, said calmly: “That is unrealistic. If you did that, the current situation might be worse.”

Humphrey Paul was silent for a moment, and finally sighed: “Indeed, as you said, the result is likely to be worse. I can’t abandon the one that was not yet completed. “Once we have completely stabilized the core areas, we’ll head straight south. And when I have time to decide on the main direction of attack, if I choose the south, the Alliance might be crippled by me, never realizing their war potential, but they might also be able to hold me back amidst the ruins. By then, the Princess might still be able to hold out against us on the north side, but to the west… we’ll be decimated by that phoenix.”

Varuk said, “Yes, we’ve discussed this topic before, and there’s no need to discuss it again. There’s no point in lamenting how powerful the Alliance is. We need to find ways to confront and resolve them, or at least stabilize the southern front.”

“As you said, I think I need to talk to the Princess again,”

Varuk reminded him, “Communicating with the Princess may not be enough. You may need to have this conversation with the Queen.”

Now, it was Paul who hesitated.

“If that happens… things may become irreversible. We may not be ready yet…”

“You need to make up your mind, Paul.” Varuk’s voice was still emotionless. “There is no such thing as preparation or non-preparation. This matter should not be decided by you. Pray to the Queen, let Her make the decision, and we just need to obey.”

Humphrey Paul waved his hand and said, “Let me think about it… let me think about it again.”

As he spoke, his eyes began to turn purple, and a patch of purple blood vessels suddenly appeared on his skin, and then disappeared, leaving only the fangs exposed when his mouth opened and closed while he spoke.

Varuk issued a final warning: “Hurry, quickly. You’re preparing, and so are our enemies. The Queen’s patience is limited. Furthermore, the Imperial faction within Alfonzo is seething after Dubo’s defeat. I will do my utmost to control the situation, but no one can guarantee what will happen in the Alfonzo sector from now on.”

“I understand.”

After the call was disconnected, Humphrey Paul stood there, thinking for a long time.

He seemed to have finally reached a decision.

Blocking everyone else, he was alone in the battleship’s throne room. He retrieved an indescribable object, a palm-sized piece of flesh that was constantly wriggling, and one could almost see purple blood flowing within.

He swallowed it whole, and a moment later, a purple light emanated from his eyes.

In an instant, he seemed to have connected with a supreme will.

A voice spoke, both sovereign and commanding, yet gentle and soothing, like a mother’s.

At that moment, Humphrey Paul extinguished all struggle and resistance. With the utmost reverence, the utmost humility, and the utmost fervor, he communicated with this will through high-energy messages.

They might have communicated much, but in reality, the entire process took only a moment.

When Humphrey Paul opened his eyes again, it was as if most of his strength had been drained away. He couldn’t help but stumble back several steps, unable to hold on, and fell to his knees.

Gasping for air, Paul felt dizzy and had a strong urge to vomit.

He forced himself to suppress the discomfort.

He opened his eyes again and stood up again. He was once again the ambitious and powerful leader of the Ironclad Chapter, the one who had sparked the rebellion that affected the entire eastern empire.

Returning to his throne, Paul methodically delivered one command after another.

Soon, his army was on the march.

There was a certain eagerness, even making many below feel uneasy, unsure of what was happening.

But Paul knew.

The Supreme Mother mercifully granted his request and gave him one last chance.

He must seize it.

(End of this chapter)