After consuming all the information in his mind, Weilin murmured in a low voice: "It's so terrifying in the sealed state, what if it's not sealed?"

Assuming that the world power consumed is sufficient, can it be possible to erase everything related to the existence of a god?

As soon as this bold idea came up, it scared Weilin.

Taking a deep breath to calm his inner turmoil, Weilin stopped daydreaming.

[Creation-Manifestation] can be used in a limited way, but as for [Creation-Nothingness], with the current strength, it is best not to use it.

If you speculate about a god with the greatest malice, if the other party knew that you possessed such a supernatural power, would you destroy yourself completely at all costs?

"Before you have sufficient strength, you must never leak [Creation - Nothingness]."

After taking all the colorful light into his body, Weilin looked up and saw the seven legends standing beside him with a hint of respect in their eyes.

"Uncle Kashinas, how much time has passed."

Hearing Weilin's question, Kaishinas answered without hesitation: "Seven days."

"So long?"

In his perception, he seemed to digest the gift given by Mother World in the blink of an eye. He didn't expect that such a long time had passed.

Feeling that Weilin's breath was stable, Kesinas asked with concern: "Weilin, how do you feel?"

"Uncle Kaisinas, I feel like I have touched the threshold of legend, but I don't know which path to choose." Weilin thought for a moment, organized his words, and answered.

Upon hearing this, Kaishinas replied, "Virin, your path can only be chosen by you. With our limited knowledge, I am afraid we cannot help you."

Upon hearing this, the other six legends nodded in agreement.

This time, my strength has greatly increased, and I have a deeper understanding of the path I am walking on, all thanks to the other party's gift.

Letting them guide each other would be a bit counterintuitive.

Without asking too many questions, the seven legends said goodbye and left, returning to their respective tents.

After watching many legendary warriors leave, Weilin waved to the guards around him, signaling them to retreat, and then walked into the tent with Xuemia.

"Wei Lin, this is the official document sent by the Allied Forces Headquarters. Please take a look."

After Weilin sat down, Xuemiya picked up the order document that Lionas had sent three days ago on the coffee table and handed it to her husband.

With a little curiosity, Weilin took the order document and looked through it.

"Dear Knight of Everlasting Joy:

According to the order of His Majesty the Crown, the human coalition and the United Kingdom of Coles will hold negotiations on March 9778, 3 in the Glorious Calendar in the city of Hayena in the southern part of the Flan tribal area.

In the name of the commander-in-chief of the human coalition forces and the supreme commander of the Shia orcs, I appoint you as the deputy negotiator for this negotiation and ask you to attend the negotiation meeting.

Silas Alcaeus Raycroft declared.

Looking at the rather respectful terms above, Weilin was filled with emotion.

As expected, the news that he had used the gifts of the God of Dawn and the Goddess of Life to destroy the God Thief had already spread.

Thinking of this, Weilin felt tired.

If the order is read out through a magic crystal ball, there is still room for maneuver.

But since he was appointed as deputy negotiator by command document, the order could not be changed and he could only follow in the negotiations.

"Why, you don't want to go?"

Xuemia came behind Weilin, put her arms around his neck, rested her head on his shoulder, and asked with a smile.

"It's no good, it makes me lose motivation."

In front of his wife, Weilin did not hide anything and spoke his heart directly.

"Welin, don't forget that you are a wise commander in the human coalition." Xuemiya smiled and replied, "You are also a hero on the side of the Black Orcs."

"I know that." Weilin showed a helpless look on his face and said, "But you said that the Black Orcs regarded me as a hero, then what about the Black Orcs who died on the battlefield?"

"If you regard me as your enemy, where will you put the face of the crown of the Black Orc God?"

"Don't think so much." Xuemiya bit Weilin's ear and said, "When the Black Orcs learn that you will be the deputy negotiator, they will definitely not arrange those Black Orcs who have a blood feud with the Dawn Church into the negotiation team."

"In order to express your help, during the intervals of negotiations, there will definitely be black orcs who will visit you and offer you rewards."

Weilin held Xuemiya in his arms, hooked her chin, and asked curiously, "Is there such a good thing?"

From the perspective of the United Kingdom of Coles, they were invaders who brought war to this land, not to mention that they had set a trap and almost wiped out one of their elite armies.

Xuemiya lowered her voice and said, "Nothing is absolute, especially under the will of the gods."

"In that case, let's go and see if we can get some benefits back."

Thinking of this, Weilin suddenly had an idea.

If it involves a ceasefire, it will inevitably involve the exchange of prisoners.

In this case, he would use this opportunity to fulfill the promise he made to the more than 3,000 Black Orc warriors of the Blue Iron Camp before the Battle of Daro began.

As for the extra prisoners, they were exchanged for some supplies and rewarded to the soldiers of the Corps.

When they did not have a share of the strategic materials eaten by the rats, they would make up for it from other places. It would be considered as a small thing he did for them before leaving office.

As time passed, the "loss" of a large amount of strategic materials by the Ninth Corps was reported to higher levels and eventually delivered to Emilia, the Pope of the Dawn Church of the Holy Third Kingdom of Dawn.

After finishing her prayer, Emilia took the expedited document from the servant, opened it and read it, with a strange look on her face.

"Just as Glaird said, the Ninth Army will bring me some surprises."

Slowly closing the urgent document, Emilia handed it to the attendant and said with a smile: "The Ninth Corps lost a lot of supplies and needs to be severely punished, but considering the contributions of the Ninth Corps Marshal Weilin Axe in the war, he will be fined five years of military pay."

"Yes, Pope."

The high-level Paladin of Soul Intent held the expedited document in his hand and saluted respectfully.

In less than three days, the results of the handling were delivered to Weilin.

Looking at the punishment results above, Weilin looked a little confused and said to himself: "Do I have military pay?"

Kyle, who was standing nearby, heard this and nodded, saying, "My Lord, you have military pay."

"According to the military pay levels set by the Allied Forces Command, you belong to the highest level. You can receive thirty high-level magic crystals, one hundred and fifty elemental crystals, fifteen intoxicating star fruits, ten bottles of tide song potions, eight thunder vein stones, twelve bottles of blazing heart magma potions, six bottles of ice marrow potions, eighteen bottles of morning dew, and a set of extraordinary knight armor every month."

Weilin suddenly had a bad feeling and subconsciously asked, "How long has it been since I received my military pay?"