A rare magical miracle in the world

"Is that not possible?"

Bailuo glanced at Ogysail, they hadn't really met before and the King of the North Sea had not sought to sign any important treaties with him; he just mingled among the kings when acknowledging newcomers.

As for their relationship, when Uncle was mixing in the Northern Sea, Ogysail acted like a Great Demon King, often chasing and trying to kill them.

Therefore, Bailuo had no psychological barriers when it came to fighting the Northern Sea.

If Uncle and he were friends, then this move would indeed be quite underhanded, given that it would destroy the relations left by the previous generation, especially when the other party had done nothing wrong. Bailuo should not be the one to break it.

But Ogysail was not, so it didn't matter.

"You have already lost," Bailuo said, "or do you not intend to admit defeat? That's fine too, we can continue fighting until you give in."

"Insolence!!"

Ogysail and Bailuo were now sworn enemies, but this was unavoidable.

Bailuo never intended to be friends with all Miracle Masters; moreover, between nations, there was never absolute good or evil, only eternal interests.

Regardless of how angry Ogysail was now, if there was a chance to regain his population, he would reconcile with Bailuo just as before.

Eternal life not only brought possibilities but could also make one forget some grudges.

Especially in the case between Bailuo and Ogysail, it was fundamentally different from the situation with Morgan.

So-called common folk were just dispensable.

It was as if someone gambled with you, and you won a large sum of money from them—enmity was certain, but the hatred wouldn't go to the extent of irreconcilability.

Bailuo was aggressively pressing, and Ogysail had done similar things before; he had bullied Morgan quite a bit.

"Both of you, please calm down."

Yilis spoke up to soothe them. Currently, other high-level kings were not present, so she temporarily played the mediator: "Whatever the issue, we can discuss it slowly later."

"It's just a bunch of mortals, if they're gone, then they're gone," the Lord of the White Birch Trees said, appearing behind the round table out of nowhere: "Even those mortals who can adapt to Miracle Power, in the end, taste a bit better than those from the Underworld."

"Tsck."

Ogysail did not like the Lord of the White Birch Trees, which was one point he had in common with Bailuo—he also disliked this ogre-like figure.

"Has it not arrived yet?"

"For such a big event," Micia said, "why haven't they shown up yet?"

"It seems to have been tacitly acknowledged."

Yang Bo and Shen Niang were veterans, much older than Micia.

Nearly a thousand years allowed them to see many things, like the Miracle Mainland not being as peaceful as it was 500 years ago, with far more disputes.

Although the Holy Emperor still tried to facilitate peace between nations as it does now, to be honest, it wasn't really keen on it.

Generally speaking, in a war between two countries, while the visible victory was being fought over, countless deals were being made behind the scenes.

Yang Bo and Shen Niang could almost be sure that Bailuo and some high-ranking officials of the Holy Empire had implied in private that from the beginning, Ogysail could never win this war.

"Here they come."

Yang Bo looked towards the void where there was nothing; a golden gate slowly opened, and out walked three of the Holy Empire's strongest—the Holy Emperor, the Emperor Candidate, and the Female Sword Emperor.

"Now, everyone's here."

With three Miracle Masters above the Fifth Awakening present, this meeting's outcome was assured.

After all, as per Ogysail's identity and stature, he wasn't likely to know other Fifth Awakening beings. He might leave excuses for attacking Bailuo in the future, but surely couldn't find anyone to help him retake what he lost.

The war of miracles was cruel—once you lost, you lost. If there was anyone to blame, it would be that his own strength and connections were inferior.

"What is the reason for initiating the war?"

The three sat down, and without greeting Bailuo, the Emperor Candidate looked at him.

"It's a personal vendetta between me and Ogysail."

There was no need for Bailuo to explain; Morgan spoke directly: "He once took my family, killed my kin, now that I have the strength, I sent troops to seek justice. I ask the three Holy Lords, is there anything wrong?"

"No."

The Female Sword Emperor sat on the left of the Holy Emperor and glanced at Bailuo—the side she took was obvious: "The reason for starting the war is valid."

Grudges formed in mortal times, and if the other party became a Miracle Master, then no one is to blame.

Even if one were to blame, it would be Ogysail's fault for not eradicating the problem at its root.

Of course, such talk was actually nonsense.

A Miracle Master does whatever they want—annihilating tens of thousands in a single stroke, but they cannot eliminate every single one.

Anyone could awaken to the power of miracles.

It was like a random bomb, you never know when you'll make a sworn enemy.

"So the start of this miracle war is the Southern Sea's claim against the Northern Sea," Chubby Simpleton pondered carefully. Using his Miracle Power, he envisioned the past traces and concluded: "The claim is valid; it's a strong claim."

A claim is a justification—why you wage a war.

And based on the strength of the claim, it can be divided into weak, moderate, and strong.

Generally, if a judge of justice gives you a strong claim, then diplomatically, you are assuredly in the right, and even if you truly lose, some benign Miracle Masters will help you seek justice.

"Your Excellency Holy Emperor," Ogysail said, "do you agree with their actions?"

"Morgan's vendetta is his own, what does Yatun have to do with it?"

"If one country can intervene in the deadly feud of two countries," Ogysail said, "then the Holy Empire, South Emperor Country, Eastern Empire, every nation could use others' claims—it would trigger a world war, wouldn't it?"

"They not only used Legends," Ogysail continued, "they even sent out the Miracle Entity!"

"Doesn't that count as excessive?"

"It is excessive."

The Holy Emperor looked at Bailuo and said, "You should not have sent out forces of that level. Do not do so again in the future."

"Okay."

Chubby Simpleton lightly glossed over Bailuo's mistake, knowing that he was on his side; Bailuo immediately nodded in acceptance.

"Everyone has one chance to make a mistake."

The Holy Emperor looked at Ogysail, speaking gently without using his power to oppress him: "Be it you, Morgan, or King Yatun, each of you can slip up once."

In theory, the miracle wars should have been commanded to halt, and no one above the Heroic Level allowed to intervene.

Yet in this case, Morgan and Bailuo were the first to break this unwritten rule, triggering a major conflict; had Ogysail not surrendered midway, it might have caused irreversible consequences.