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Shakstress immediately noticed the oddity of her ship\'s reactions and began to move back to the ship. Her ship was now attacking Pridgeon with its full force forcing Pridgeon to be on the defensive.

Various inconsistent orders being broadcasted out of the flying saucer along with the repetitive cheer of \'Eagle Man!\' caused the ship to fall into a state of panic.

"Shakstress!" A cry resounded out. It pierced through space and was heard by every living being within a five-kilometer radius from Shakstress\'s ship.

Pridgeon and Andronze were startled from the sudden voice that resounded angrily.

Shakstress frowned as she returned back to her ship and initiated various powerful technological defense measures.

Hermes smirked as he heard Richie\'s technique.

"So this is Answered Prayer. He\'s improved a lot." Hermes praised. He then turned his attention to the retreating Sun Devourers.

The nearby Flood Dragons also stopped attacking, and the lack of chaos allowed the wind channels to reform, linking Hermes to Lowengren.

"Each Presider are making their preparations for big moves and attack. Let\'s retreat for now. We\'ll try to steal a Sun Devourer later." Hermes issued his orders.

"You\'ll have a lot of changes later, Hermes. If my plans work, then the Presider Andronze will be your aide in getting that."

"Good." Hermes laughed as he ordered his winds to keep on performing odd motions making Adronze even more nervous as Alvin was doing strange movements from his favorite video games and animated shows at the Flood Dragons.

Among all Presiders present, none was more busy, frantic, and confused than Andronze.

There was a long list of techs that allowed Presiders to communicate. In the culture of their world, being hacked, interrupted, and found out by their peers and enemy was so common that all at the level of Presiders and onwards would invest in creating unique means of communication that is limited to a specific signal, style, or would use specific receivers.

But in all of Andronze\'s life with all her dealings with various Presiders, has she heard of a method of communication that required such bizarre requirements to communicate. Also, how can such movements even connect her to the Presider?!

Lowengren was secretly communicating with Hermes. The strange orders were relayed upon. And Hermes had an even more bizarre expression.

"And here I thought Richie was starting to become like Lowengren. What a foolish thought." Hermes shook his head and led his team to a temporary retreat. With Andronze\'s potential alliance, stealing the Dark Armors had just become easy.

Andronze has asked Lowengren to explain it once more.

"Step on my right foot, don\'t forget it?" She mimicked with confusion. She was still connected to Lowengren when Hermes\'s wind channel arrived. And since Hermes had the ability to use the wind to block and seal the traveling sound, Lowengren was able to talk to Hermes while talking with Andronze.

"Yup. That\'s what we do to contact them. I need to emphasize, stop on your right foot, don\'t forget it!"

"How? That\'s stupid! Are you taking me for a fool, Pioneer?!"

"Listen, little girl. I don\'t know what those Presiders can do. Their power is far beyond what we can think or imagine."

Andronze felt great heat in her ears as she heard this. At first, she was being referred to as \'Lady,\' and now it\'s \'little girl.\'

"This Presider said that by doing this, you create a certain frequency that is so unique that it makes it easy for him to find in the dimensions beyond. With those actions, he can establish contact. Of course, you need to do the ritual. He said something about how praying on phallic symbols and altars did the same thing and how they used the practices of most religions in prayer and so forth to create the link." It was as if the mysteries that had clouded Andronze revealed themselves. Although Arthur had long determined that something was being kept in Egypt, Lowengren didn\'t know that there was something peculiar with the legacy object of the Lost Primordial that was connected to his claims.

But as the clouds parted in Andronze\'s mind, the realization and implication horrified her.

"Those Presiders are strong! Top-Tier!" Andronze realized that if the Presider could activate communication link, in the same way, a prayer, it would mean that their usage of dimensional science was so far compared to hers.

"Alright. So I\'ll open up the doors and windows?"

"Right. Basically, the point is that it\'s possible for him to move towards you physically."

"Got it. The tell General Aurom to send me tea, the two biscuits, and the cactus."

"You don\'t have any?" Lowengren asked with a confused expression.

"Of course, I don\'t have any. Why would I have all three of those items?"

"Well... I know Presider Pridgeon has some. And among us Pioneers, it\'s very common knowledge. All Presiders have them. Presider Zeraphine, Presider Lanterk, even the late Presider Crostfree. We always wondered what mystery that is, and it\'s commonly talked about among Presiders. But I guess it\'s only for the stronger ones." Lowengren sighed and began to mutter very soft words that even Andronze couldn\'t hear.

But amidst those mumblings were clear words such as \'weak,\'\' incompetent,\' and \'fragmenting idiot.\'

Andronze was at the tip of her patience.

"Call General Aurom and tell him to prepare those things," Andronze demanded.

"You\'re not the boss of me. Frankly, I think you should stop playing Presider, little girl. Just because you have some big weapons and found something under Egypt doesn\'t mean you\'re a big shot. It\'s not like what you have under there is a secret anyway. Besides, I asked those naked guys. They said that whatever it is you found is not worth fighting for." Lowengren berated back.

Andronze wanted to shout, but Lowengren\'s words were making her feel fear.

"Besides, think about it! I call General Aurom and tell him that the Sun God of Egypt wants him to prepare tea, two biscuits, and a cactus right in the middle of a war between gods? You call him! He won\'t believe me and may even treat me as a spy!" Lowengren shouted back.

Andronze cursed and immediately dialed General Aurom.

"He-Hello?"

"General Aurom. This is the Sun God. Prepare some tea, some biscuits, two of them to be exact, and a cactus! My Pioneers will retrieve them from you. Hurry!"

"Ah what- you want what? Who is this? Su-Sun God?" General Aurom received the call from the specialized communication line, but the request was just too odd that he couldn\'t believe it."

"This is the Sun God! I have my reasons! Do it!"

"Wh-what brand of biscuits? And the flavor of tea? And how big is-is this cactus?" General Aurom panicked.

Andronze was about to scream her top off but realized that she could not give specific answers.

"DAMN IT!" Andronze shouted as she hung up the phone and called Lowengren back.

"What brand of Biscuits? What flavor of tea? And the cactus? Give me the details!" Andronze urged.

"What? You don\'t know? Doesn\'t your Pioneers know?"

"I don\'t have time to ask them!"

"Pay up. Give me another set of techs." Lowengren demanded.

"DAMN YOU!" Andronze hung up and called all the Pioneers under her service.

"Presider." All the Pioneers of Egypt answered and gave the glorious bow.

But Andronze didn\'t have time for courtesy.

"What biscuits, teas, and cactuses do other Presiders use? Give me every information as to what brands, flavor, the sizes, amount! Give me all the details! Anything that you\'ve heard through gossips or whatever theories you Pioneers spout out! I want information now!" She demanded with great urgency.

Never has there ever been a more confusing moment in Egypt than this. Not since the dawn of Egypt\'s ancient rise up to the present age of the Sun God Presider Andronze.

"Pre-Presider... What do you mean? We-we!"

"The biscuits! The Tea! The cactus! Aren\'t these things common knowledge to Pioneers?"

"Presider, we don\'t know what other Presiders prefer during tea time."

"You don\'t know!? Why don\'t you know?!" Andornze erupted in anger and activated a device that brought severe pain to all Pioneers.

"AHHH!"

"Mercy!"

"No more!"

There was a great cry throughout the land of Egypt, such as there has never been or ever will be again.

All the Pioneers were down on their knees, feeling a pain far worse than death. This protocol was an instrument of great pain and torture and was only reserved for the cruelest crimes against the Sun God.

And the reason why all Pioneers felt this was because no Pioneer in Egypt knew the tea time preferences of Presiders as well as what biscuits they like to snack on, or what cactus ornament they like sitting in their table while they have their tea.

Andronze didn\'t waste time and contacted Lowengren.

"My Pioneers don\'t know you have been lying-"

"Oh right! I forgot that you guys are xenophobic Egypt. They don\'t have much contact with other Pioneers, right? No wonder. Well, I\'m sorry to say this. But you have to pay up. This time, give me some Presider techs. You know... anything." Lowengren laughed.

"FRAGMENT! YOU MOTHER FRAGMENTING PIONEER!" Andronze howled.

"Whatever. Enjoy dying by that Presider\'s hand. That one on the flying saucer is Presider Shakstress, right? I just called them, and they told me. I don\'t know who she is, though. They even told me a piece of juicy information which I\'ll give you for free. Shakstress is at the level where she has raisin cakes." Lowengren revealed.

"Raisin cakes?!"

"You\'re not even at the level of biscuits and tea. And you\'re asking about raisin cakes? Little girl, I\'m more knowledgeable compared to you. I\'m convinced that between the two of us, I deserve to be the Presider. So now that I know my price and worth, I\'m upping the price tag. I demand Presider techs!"

Andronze was gritting her teeth so hard that even Hermes could hear it. Because Shakstress has already opened up the windows to her Pyramid, Hermes\'s wind channel was already there, and he and Lowengren heard all her previous discussions with the Pioneers.

"Raisin Cakes? Why raisin cakes?" Hermes asked as he listened up in the sky while retreating from the distorting and shrinking space above.

"Honestly, I\'m just having fun. This is so fun.." Lowengren chuckled in response to Hermes\'s bewilderment.