After Fishing For 10 Years, I Became A Saint Without Knowing How To Raise Beasts

As the spores proliferated, the fear of the unknown would increase. At some point, the spores would become harmful.

Perhaps not many would fear them at first, and the spores would be quite weak, and be easily defeated. However, this would perpetuate the idea that the spores were harmful, which would in turn increase the strength of the spores when more and more people became terrified.

It would be a vicious cycle that perpetuated itself. Furthermore, once it reached its peak, the red flame divine spores would merge into its final form, which was the true god that Moon Goddess Faros fought back then.

Under such circumstances, the best plan of action would be to activate the red spores, then once the 30-day period had passed, and the spores had merged into their final form, the moon god race would be able to control the Spore God and use it to destroy the Knights of the Round Table.

The Spore God's strength was terrifying.

Even if the Knights of the Round Table tried to hide, as long as they were within the range of the red mist, the Spore God could instantly move from one point to another and re-form its body. The Knights of the Round Table had nowhere to hide.

After the battle against the Knights of the Round Table was over, the moon god race would maintain control over the Spore God to prevent it from harming others while reconstructing their moons to lock up on the lost Heavenly Dao.

Then, they would force the Spore God back into its dormant state.

As the general of the moon god race, Prometheus felt that this was the best course of action. As for whether everything would go according to plan, he could not be 100% certain; no one could be.

The vice-general remained silent for a while, then said, "The Great Lord doesn't seem to care about the war. He seems to be dealing with some personal matters."

"Furthermore, the Elder Council and the shrine will definitely clash over this matter. Basically, everything is at a standstill."

Prometheus was not surprised by this.

He spoke to the vice-general in a straightforward manner, "If we can't find out who the traitor who has been secretly helping the Knights of the Round Table is, then we can only adopt a policy of delaying the war."

"There must be a traitor among us, and the burden of the tens of millions of lives our citizens, young and old, rests upon that traitor's shoulders. That person must be burned at the stake and erased from existence."

The vice-general muttered, "I've always believed our moon god race to be united, yet something like this happened. It almost feels unbelievable. Could there really be a traitor among us?"

"My dear friend," said Prometheus, "You don't have to speculate. There has to be a traitor among us. The Knights of the Round Table are being manipulated by someone in secret."

"On the surface, they are championing a great cause, but in fact, all of their actions have clear signs of manipulation."

"They're so stupid that I feel pity for them, but they're also hateful."

"They no doubt believe that in the future, they will be looked upon as heroes, but knowing what we do, this will clearly not be the case."

Prometheus continued, "Of course, I actually still sympathize with them a little. Think about it, those guys killed their jinxes and are willing to risk their lives to fight us."

"For them to be willing to do such a thing, it's definitely not for personal fame and fortune."

"They definitely feel like they're doing this for the sake of the world. Furthermore, the fact that they are guardians chosen by the Heavenly Dao for their jinxes has probably convinced them that they are heroes chosen by the Heavenly Dao to save the world."

"Perhaps if I was in their shoes, I might have succumbed to the same self-delusions as well. However, after killing their own jinxes, can they really be regarded as heroes?"

"Furthermore, what is the basis of their righteousness? It's ignorance."

Prometheus thought of the things that the Knights of the Round Table had done, and could only shake his head and sigh.

He leaned against the cold wall tiredly and looked at the faint light above him. Then, he turned to his vice-general, who did not say a word but had a helpless look in his eyes.

"This is not the fault of the Knights of the Round Table."

"Even without the Knights of the Round Table, there will still be the Knights of the Square Table. Even without the Knights of the Square Table, there will still be the Knights of the Long Table."

"They are essentially a group of beings being controlled."

"As for the identity of the people manipulating them and the purpose of these people, no one knows. This matter is of the utmost importance to us to investigate. The Knights of the Round Table are just a tool."

"It's not the tool's fault that it is being used to hurt people."

At this point, a man's figure suddenly appeared in Prometheus' mind. He asked his vice-general curiously, "By the way, do you still remember?"

"A long time ago, we investigated a person. This person was called Yuchi. Do you still remember him?"

The vice-general immediately nodded and replied, "At that time, Yuchi was still a Dao heart realm cultivator, and the Knights of the Round Table invited him to join, but he didn't."

"After that, we helped the human race out a little."

"Even now, Yuchi has not joined the Knights of the Round Table, nor has he killed his jinx to obtain strength."

Prometheus nodded in satisfaction.

The reason why he had mentioned Yuchi was because he wanted to find out what Yuchi's current situation was from the vice-general.

Discovering that Yuchi was still adopting an absolutely neutral position, he admired Yuchi even more.

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