The Rise of the Black Plain

"It looks... It looks like we're in trouble." Someone said softly after a moment of silence, catching the attention of everyone in the detention area.

"16 Gods... There's really nothing we can do."

"16? Didn't you just hear what the damned alien said? There are 32 Gods if you count the robots."

Vico heard the elf's words, which had just caught everyone's attention, and said quietly. "If Minos' words are true for level 100 robots, then these robots will most likely not be much of a challenge for cultivators from our world who have reached level 100. However, they are very numerous when combined with the beings of this Mechanic Empire."

"In other words, high-level Demigods from our world will have a high chance of having to fight level 100 robots." Minos completed Vico's reasoning and showed how bad it was.

As much as these robots wouldn't be much of a challenge for the Gods of the Spiritual World, who would have a lot of instrumental high-level abilities against beings with only physical power, this was no point for the native forces of this planet to take advantage of.

Currently, only Vico was at level 100, and even if there were more local Gods in the future, the Spiritual World would never reach 31 new Gods in 30 years. In that case, the strongest cultivators in this world would have to deal with several enemies of the same level, while there would probably be enemy Gods left to fight the local Demigods.

But while level 100 robots might not be frightening to level 100 biological beings, they would be frightening to any Demigod.

And that was where things got complicated!

"If that's really the case, then we're dead. There's no way we can withstand the enemy's pressure." A level 96 Demigod commented in an extremely pessimistic tone.

Julian heard this and sighed, unable to find a way out of this situation other than what they had discussed earlier about what could be done.

Unfortunately, nothing that seemed possible to this man would improve the situation of the Spiritual World against its opponents.

Against the Gods, only the Gods mattered. But what chance did they have to create several Gods in the short time they had left?

Hell, even if all the level 99 people in this world were to receive Divine Medicine today, more than half of them would fail in their progress and die before their enemies arrived. The other half would be divided among a few who would succeed in the remaining time, while others would take more than 30 years to advance.

In the end, even if the world invested in dozens of medicines of such quality, the likelihood of them reaching at least 10 Gods in that time would be extremely low.

But even if everything worked out, 10 new Gods wouldn't be enough against 32 level 100 enemies!

While everyone was thinking about how desperate their situation was, Minos opened his mouth to speak.

"Our situation is terrible. Very bad. We have nowhere to run, and the enemy will likely come here with great force, aware of our forthcoming attack. 

Even if they don't know about His Majesty Travisani's advancement, they will bring Gods.

Besides, we don't know how efficient their movement will be. If they are very efficient, they may have all the power of their state at their disposal to attack us. In that case, even if we make great efforts to understand their technologies and create a global alliance, we will still have a very difficult time in the future war."

Minos raised many negative points at once while everyone there looked at him, listening to him say the obvious.

"But even if we are out of options, surrounded by enemies, and close to death, we have no choice but to fight. Since we're probably going to die, let's fight with everything. Let's kill as many enemies as we can. At least we'll weaken the enemies so that another civilization can use it to destroy them in the future!" Minos emphatically said while the two remaining aliens looked at him with great hatred.

"Let's unite and work against the damn aliens. When the time comes, we'll make them prove the strength of the Spiritual World!" He said confidently, showing the Demigods how much they needed to work on their resolve.

"If we fall, we'll take them with us!"

Vico laughed as he heard Minos' words, seeing so many Demigods being encouraged by a mere Sage. "Raise your spirits. Don't continue to be ashamed of this! 

What if your enemies have Gods? So do we! And don't forget what Minos said. They're weak! Perhaps I alone can handle several of them at once!"

The two aliens heard this but said nothing. They just thought about how wrong Vico was.

Minos was right with his theory. Most of the alien members of this race were weak in terms of combat power, strength, speed, and endurance. However, the Mechanic Empire had a small fraction of its natives who were far more talented in combat.

Some of the current Gods belonged to this group!

But unlike Iktun, none of them would warn the enemy group.

'I want to see your surprise when Chaos arrives in your world, you damn fools!' One of them hatefully thought but without showing the slightest sign of disagreement.

An elf then said in agreement with Minos and Vico. "No matter how bad our chances are, if we don't want to die or become slaves, the only way is to fight.

So let's fight these aliens until our last breath! Better to prepare to die gloriously on the battlefield than to live like cowards for years to come!"

"Tsk! My Dragon Tribe has never run away from battle. I want to fight the enemy's strongest robots!" The Dragon there said as the Sky Whale looked at him, feeling he couldn't look less confident than this enemy from his people's recent past.

Such a Sky Whale then said. "My tribe will fight to the end. If we lose the war, we will destroy the whole world, leaving nothing for our enemies!

With these words, everyone would soon agree to fight together against the extraterritorial enemy, using the remaining time to prepare their states, study the enemy's technologies, and increase their forces.

Given the advantages that Minos' group had from having stayed at this base for several months, they would be responsible for integrating the groups that would come to this island in the next few months, and only then could they return to the central continent.

Vico would soon leave this place, heading for the Evergreen Empire, where he had business to attend to.

Thus began a new era for the Spiritual World!