CATASTROPHE CARD KING

Chapter 907: Chapter 282: Emergency Meeting_3

The Lionheart Family is now the Federation’s First Warlord, with considerable discursive power.

Upon hearing these words, several Senators stiffened their expressions in unison.

This is indeed the most reasonable course of action at the moment.

But.

Several Speakers have aspirations for that position.

However, this is a war, which seems hopeless no matter how you look at it.

No one wishes to go to the Old Continent to face certain death.

And yet, they are unwilling to watch someone else take the role.

So they could only remain silent.

If I can’t have it, no one else should even think about it.

Seeing this, Camer could not suppress his sarcasm and let out a cold laugh.

The senior Senators felt even less inclined to speak up.

The meeting was on the verge of falling into a chilly silence.

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That’s when someone broke the silence.

“Well… everyone, I think we might be over-anxious. They haven’t attacked yet, have they? Plus, there’s the Abyssal Rift, a natural moat. What if they can’t cross the Abyssal Rift? In that case, aren’t we worrying for nothing?”

“I think so too. Instead of reinforcing the war bastions at the Gold-digging Dock, the priority should be to locate the Orlan Remnants. After all, as far as I know, the New King wields the ‘key’ to control the Abyss Chain. Just retract the chains, and the passage to the Old Continent will be cut immediately.”

“Exactly! I also agree with Morton’s suggestion. After all, the East Continent is our foundation. If we secure our foundation, we can consider other matters. Have you not noticed that we have gotten by just fine for over two thousand years before the Old Continent was discovered? Without the Old Continent, there’s no harm done.”

“…”

With that said, the meeting room became lively again.

Initially, when the Old Continent was discovered, several Senators were not keen on its development.

After all, other than the early investments by the Miller Family and the Lionheart Family, the rest lagged significantly behind in their developments on the Old Continent.

Now, the two families who have taken the lead have already reaped immense benefits, showing signs of overpowering the two giants above the Senate.

Before, it was an irresistible trend, and they could not halt it.

Now, with the sudden appearance of this “unknown enemy,” there’s a chance to reblockade the Old Continent. In some ways, this news might not be bad for the other families.

By sealing off the Old Continent, they believe they can at least maintain the status quo.

They would continue to be Senators in high power.

…

When these words were uttered,

The vast meeting room once again fell silent.

The “Pro-War Faction” and the “Defenders” immediately became apparent.

If they choose Marshal Kamon’s suggestion to preemptively prepare for the Old Continent, sacrifices are inevitably expected.

The risks are unpredictable.

No one is willing to volunteer for certain death.

If they choose to retreat, cutting off communication with the Old Continent, it seems there would be no immediate harm.

But General Camer’s face had darkened.

How could he not see, that even at this critical moment, these individuals still harbored their own agendas?

This is a battle that could end civilization, with divided hearts, victory would surely be impossible.

But the matter had been discussed to this extent, and since no one was willing to take a stand, Kamon found it inappropriate to speak further.

As an urgent meeting seemed to be heading towards a deadlock, with the genuine possibility of electing to “defend,”

An unexpected individual stood up.

“Folks… have you considered this? The enemy has not yet blockaded the Gold-digging Dock; this might be our only chance to reach the upper levels of the Card Master Civilization, possibly the only opportunity for countless years to go to the Old Continent? If we take this step back, which seems small! It would also mean that from now on, we would be cut off from the Super Tier civilization! From then on, we will have no choice but to shrink back into the East Wilderness, generation after generation!”

The words fell heavily,

Resonating in everyone’s ears, lingering for a long time.

People turned their gaze to see that it was Catherine Carter, standing straight in her crisp military uniform, exuding an air of impressive prowess.

After finishing, she faced the top authorities of the Federation, neither humbly nor arrogantly, “We’ve always said that the Orlan Remnants held back the Card Master Civilization for two thousand years, but if we retreat now, aren’t we doing the same? Years later, when our descendants discuss our decision today, what do you think they will say about us?”

With that, the Senators fell silent.

Even the most composed among them couldn’t hide their embarrassment.

No one expected to be lectured by a junior member.

Only Marshal Kamon, hearing his granddaughter’s position, while showing no change in expression, felt an indescribable satisfaction: Well scolded! These greedy, cowardly old men!

Under normal circumstances, Catherine would never be so rash.

It was also unlikely for her to speak at such an important occasion.

But now, civilization was on the brink of collapse, and any further retreat would close off all chances.

After a moment of contemplation, Catherine continued with her sharp tone, “Besides! There might not be any ‘afterwards’!”

Her gaze sharpened, her brows bristling with courage,

Unyieldingly meeting the eyes of any who doubted her.

She retorted, “Gentlemen, it’s already clear that the enemy has Super Tier combatants and Great Dragons. Are they really absolutely unable to cross the Abyssal Rift? It was okay before they found us, since we could still live in peace in the East Wilderness. Now that we’ve been discovered, do you think they’ll let us go? Do not harbor any delusions. There’s only one outcome to war! Gentlemen, stop dreaming!”

Her words were like a sharp scalpel, mercilessly opening up the chest cavity, revealing the Senators’ already rotten and filthy hearts.

The principals were clearer to them than to anyone else.

But two hundred years of comfort had robbed them of the courage to take risks and face dangers.

Catherine had spoken, so without regard for anyone’s dignity, she bluntly said, “And if we really cut off contact with the Old Continent, we will only grow weaker, while the enemy grows stronger. Even if the Abyssal Rift can block them for ten or a hundred years, what then? I dare say, if we keep shrinking back here, one day in the future, everyone present will live to see the enemy crossing the Abyss! By then, our strongest Card Masters will still only be Sixth Tier, and there will be no chance of turning the tables left, only to be lambs slaughtered at will!”

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