Chapter 1839 (1/2)

The Imperial war room was gloomy.

Same.

When Qin Zong was in a coma, he was as worried as the high priest.

Yes.

Their warriors are gifted and their strength is much higher than the weak chicken of the universe.

But one of their soldiers died.

Every soldier sacrificed made the high priest's heart ache uncontrollably.

If the imperial army is downsized, it can recruit and supplement again.

They can't here!

The people who hoard here are all the remaining adult fighting forces of the whole race.

If we continue to fight like this

If all the people are dead, what's the point of their running all the way to this universe?!

To fight and die?!

It's better to stay in the hometown that is about to collapse, at least better than dying in a foreign land.

”High priest!”

”Wang, Wang...”

The entourage hurried outside the high priest's room with uncontrollable joy on his face: ”the king is awake!”

The high priest suddenly stood up.

”Great!”

”Wang finally woke up!”

For the first time, the white haired high priest lost his composure in the past, hurried out and hurried to Qin Zong's room.

”Knock, knock!”

The high priest knocked softly at the door.

”Come in.”

Qin Zong sat on the edge of the bed and opened his mouth faintly.

”King.”