Divine Path System-Novel

Chapter 751 Sovereign Albert

"S-Sir! There's an emergency! The Mira—"

"Silence!" An aged but steady voice ordered in a stern tone.

The Strongest Low-General of Mercury, a beautiful middle-aged woman, stopped in her tracks as her body froze on instinct.

"Jade Albert, losing composure is shameful."

The leader, who was interrupted from a conference, openly reprimanded the daughter of Sovereign Albert.

The officers watching this didn't even react, as if this was natural.

"Apologizes, Sir." Jade Albert said and saluted. "Reporting a disaster-level emergency, Sir!"

With a light nod, the leader on the stage appeared in front of her. "Report."

Looking at the indifferent expression on her father's face, Jade Albert clenched her fists behind her back.

"Mirage Queen is marching toward the planetoids. We might lose Mars."

Her tone was low, but the officers in the room were all high awakeners. So, when the words left her mouth, the hall went dead silent.

The discussions, big and small, were swallowed back as everyone turned to the Low-general.

Mirage Queen attacking planetoids wasn't news, but losing Mars?

"M-Mam Jade, what did you mean by losing ma—"

"Shut up and get out." Sovereign Albert didn't even turn his gaze away from Jade as he spat an order.

The officer felt suffocated from Albert's aura that was pressing on his chest. He wanted to yell at the heartless man for not letting him know the danger Mars faced.

But he didn't.

Without another word, the officer walked out of the room.

His mistake wasn't asking. It's the way he asked.

"A question, Sir." A mid-general raised his hand.

"Hm." Albert nodded this time.

As a man in his eighties, the mid-general had long gotten used to Albert's 'code of conduct' and knew how to follow the 'rules'.

"What is the status quo of Mars?" the mid-general asked.

"Sovereign Kreo is out of commission. If she reaches Mars, it's is over." Sovereign Albert revealed a grave issue in a plain tone.

The air seemed to thicken as everyone's faces, excluding Albert's, paled.

The mid-general felt like a lump was stuck in his throat as he tried to speak out another word.

No matter how hard he tried, he could only sweat than speak as his calm heart throbbed in his chest and threatened to rip out his ribcage.

"Do Not Panic. Composure is essential." Sovereign Albert the restless officer with a straight face.

"The Mars' army is trying their best to deal with the situation. They'll do what they can. Mars better be saved. If it isn't, be prepared to avenge it."

As if he was talking about losing in a game, Sovereign Albert talked about the fate of six billion lives.

Yet, his words only cooled down the agitated officers.

Since they're in this room, they worked with him long enough and knew what kind of person Albert was.

Humanity had seen many dedicated soldiers. Due to their patriotism and loyalty, they did great feats.

But Albert was just on another level.

In short, Albert was an out-and-out military man. His religion was discipline, his oxygen was composure, and his life purpose was the safety of mankind.

In the end, he didn't even care much for his children and he raised Evander and Jade as soldiers from the start. Compared to him, Evander was infinite times a better father.

Since he's such a man, it's possible that Albert had already offered his assistance to help the situation and if he needed their help, he'd have already ordered them to lend their assistance.

Since he didn't, then it's either that they weren't needed or they weren't useful.

The officers just hoped it wasn't the latter.

"Raise the defenses of the planetoids. Order the ordinance to increase the production of laser shields. Relay your orders with the assumption that Mars has fallen and we have one less Sovereign."

Albert's words sent invisible shockwaves through the officers as they sucked in a breath of cold air.

They desperately hoped he was saying those words because he's a man who prepared for the worst.

However, his next words pushed them toward the abyss.

"Prepare for mass migration. It might be needed."

A chill shot down the spine of every grown man and woman in the room despite them facing thousands of battles.

Suddenly, a possibility they didn't want to think about appeared in front of their minds.

If Sovereign Kreo died, then things would get messy real quick.

No Human Sovereign was known to handle two abyss kings at once.

So, if Mirage Queen attacked a Sovereign along with the Sovereign's nemesis abyss king, say she attacked Julius along with Demon King or Micheal Caron with Fire King, then these Sovereigns would lose inevitably.

The Sovereign could escape with heavy injuries at best and die at worst.

Then, the abyssals would wage a war and destroy the planet of the Sovereign.

The only plausible solution to this problem would be to balance out three abyssal kings with two human sovereigns and match the rest with one each.

With the strongest human sovereigns—Julius and Albert, this was very much possible.

However, if two Sovereigns stayed in one place, that meant, they'd have to leave one planet alone.

For instance, if Julius and Albert decided to stay on one planet, then three abyssal kings would be forced to stay in one abyss to defend themselves from them, or else, the abyss would be destroyed under the might of these two.

But by doing so, either Julius would have to live on Mercury or Albert should shift to Earth.

Either way, Mercury or Earth would be Sovereign-less.

Taking this chance, the abyssal rulers could take the chance to destroy the planet.

It'd be too late for others to stop because even a single attack by an abyss king would deal heavy damage to the population on the planet.

The risk was so high that no one would want to live on that planet. The only way to negate this problem was through mass migration.

A desperate measure that everyone hoped they wouldn't have to resort to. If possible, these old warriors of Mercury prayed for the best.

'A young man's recklessness has put so many lives at risk.' Albert's eyes glowed with anger. 'Power without responsibility is a curse for everyone.'