This did not stop the Emperor from seizing the technology and knowledge left by the Ancient Saints, but after understanding all of this, he was willing to grant these pitiful yet admirable creatures some room to live, for Chaos was the mortal enemy of both sides.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend, all the more so because the Emperor's resurrection also came from the legacy of the Ancient Saints.
From a certain point of view, this was also a kind of transaction.
"Not enough. Our master's legacy is not something that can be replaced by shared knowledge as you imagine." The Great Demon Lord shook his head. "In ten thousand years of slumber and contemplation, I have understood much. If you are unwilling to stay and fight our great foe alongside us, we will not hand over what I command, even if you destroy us."
"My offspring will remain." The Emperor fixed his gaze on Fugen. "He will lead the human armies to fight side by side with you."
