Chapter 1688: Chapter 555: One Hundred Thousand Suicide Troops

“From what I know about the Demon Clan, both soldiers and civilians harbor a fervent desire to retake the Aegean Continent! With the ‘Space-Time Rift’ opening early, they certainly won’t be able to hold back for long. My father isn’t wrong; indeed, our time is very limited right now.” Richard lit a cigar for His Majesty. “But we can also look on the bright side—just like us, the Demon Clan isn’t ready for war either! There are three million mechanical loathing rebels in the Demon World. Even though these rebels are all forced into an underground city, the Demon Clan must leave a large army to guard against these rebels taking advantage of the situation to cause trouble. From what I’ve heard, the Demon Clan’s first batch of soldiers hasn’t been recruited yet, and they haven’t even selected a commander! Without two to three months of training, those new recruits aren’t much different from farmers!”

“By the way, Dad, do you know what a Demon Dragon is?” Richard blinked and looked at Elder Andulan.

Elder Andulan suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened to the extreme as if he had just been punched.

“What’s wrong?” It was the first time his son had seen the old man so out of composure. The Frost Dancer seemed like someone who never heeded anyone’s commands.

“Seen a ghost! How do you know about the Demon Dragon?” Elder Andulan asked anxiously.

“The Demon Dragon seems to be assisting the Demon Clan in invading the Aegean. I fought with them once. I stabbed one of them; it seemed like a Night Shadow Dragon or something.” Richard thought the Demon Dragons weren’t all that significant. After taking a stab from him, they didn’t even dare to retaliate and still played the gentleman.

“This is something beyond your control. I’ll have Daisy and Ruona notify Dragon City. It seems like the world is really going to plunge into chaos this time.” Elder Andulan, sweating profusely, muttered nervously.

“Richard, to what extent did you mix in the Demon World?” His Majesty Sal inhaled a great puff of cool smoke and asked Richard a completely off-topic question.

“I mixed up to the Demon Wing King rank.” Richard thought to himself, I’m also the incarnate of the Dream Goddess, the True Martial Prince, and the Holy Martial Prince, but unfortunately, I can’t tell you all those titles, boss.

“The Demon King likely corresponds to what we call a Fallen Angel. This level belongs to the highest rank, with command over at least five hundred thousand troops.” The silver-browed Bruckner Duke elegantly sipped his tea cup; the sour tea water of the Demon World’s top-grade tea cake made his brows furrow unconsciously.

“Richard, I almost forgot to introduce,” His Majesty Sal puffed out a thick cloud of smoke and formally introduced an elderly swan beside him to Richard, “This is none other than the father of Lord Mourinho, the famous kingdom priest Beethoven, Duke Bruckner. He is your direct mentor! Ten years ago, Duke Bruckner voluntarily traveled overseas in search of the mysteriously missing Medusa clan for the kingdom, and has just recently returned to the motherland.”

“Honored to meet you, Master.” Richard had already figured out this old Smey was Mourinho’s father. On his shoulder perched an extremely cute little bird, with a starry blue long tail feather and a beautifully hooked beak, clearly marking it as a natural Soul Singer—the Thorn Bird.

This old man and Mourinho are alike—even if you use every adjective for handsome and dashing to describe him, it still doesn’t feel adequate.

The wrinkles on Elder Andulan’s face bore the ruthless marks left by the passing years, whereas the wrinkles on this elderly swan’s face embodied the enduring charm of a seasoned gentleman; the silent grace and restraint flowed silently from his platinum hair, his white feathered wings full of elegance and poise. Despite the simple white linen robe, he wore; his noble demeanour was as irrefutable as a volcano erupting. If an old man could still charm young girls with his looks, it would have to be such a handsome elder.

“It’s my honor to meet Your Excellency, Richard.” Duke Bruckner’s wise and calm eyes assessed Richard, filled with undisguised appreciation and approval. “I’m genuinely pleased that our line of priests has produced a genius like Your Excellency.”

“Thank you, thank you…” Richard feigned humility for a moment, secretly gloating inside. It seemed the old swan had quite a favorable impression of him.

“Hello, esteemed Your Excellency Richard.” The beautiful Thorn Bird perched on the Duke’s shoulder nodded respectfully to Richard, its small voice as crisp and sweet as if it had just chewed on a heap of sugarcane.

“My little darling, you’re really smart.” Richard petted the little creature’s head. He instantly took a liking to this adorable Thorn Bird; its intelligence and manners were worlds apart from the foul-mouthed Mattlazi.

However, in conclusion, Richard still liked Mattlazi a bit more.

“Your Excellency, Mari and Gomes have been speaking quite inappropriately lately. I asked them, and they said they learned it in Florence. Is that true?” Duke Bruckner squinted at Richard, whose sudden remark almost made Richard spew his tea.

“Impossible, right?” Richard wiped the water off his mouth, calmly and coolly denying, “No one here ever speaks crudely!”

This statement could be considered the first lie of the year. Kaka, that little punk, had only been staying in Florence for a few days, yet he was constantly calling for his mom, not to mention Mari and Gomes. Anyone who had ever been gilded in Florence naturally spoke with a crude tongue!

But old Liu would never admit to this, given that the Smey Clan was far from ordinary nobility, with extremely strict family discipline. Admitting it would only bring trouble upon himself.

“By the way, mentor, did you eventually find our Medusa tribe overseas?” Liu Zhentian quickly changed the subject, determined to avoid any potential trouble.

“I found them! The mysterious disappearance of the Medusa tribe was because they relocated to the Bonaparte Continent back then! At that time, they lost all confidence in the kingdom, believing that the kingdom simply couldn’t withstand the strong Sea Clan’s invasion of the mainland! In fact, their judgment wasn’t wrong; although our kingdom endured the sea-land war, the Aquatic Beamon was almost entirely wiped out! Furthermore, we suffered heavy losses later in the Battle of Heigar. And now, with the upcoming second War of Gods and Demons, there’s a chance the Beamon might face total extinction,” the old Smey Duke said with a bitter smile. “I have indeed kept a magic teleportation array for them, but it seems unnecessary to seek them out again now, given that over two thousand years have passed. Although we’re of the same blood, we’ve long since grown distant, and there’s no need to drag them into this vortex to die.”

Liu Zhentian rubbed his forehead, not knowing what to say.

The general direction of the Bonaparte Continent is to the west of the Bimon Kingdom, but no one can say precisely how far it is from the Aegean Continent. It is said that this continent abounds with rubber and short furry people; beyond this, there are no more specific details.

Although the old Duke didn’t precisely explain how he crossed the ocean to reach the Bonaparte Continent, Liu Zhentian could deduce from his words that the old Duke had no large flying magical pets; otherwise, his journey back and forth, plus searching everywhere, wouldn’t have taken as long as ten years. As such, it suggests that the Thorn Bird the old Duke summoned was most likely a sea magical beast pet.

“The old Duke is right. In this upcoming War of Gods and Demons, the chance of the Beamon being wiped out is as high as 99.9%,” His Majesty Sal laughed magnanimously. “There’s only a minuscule chance to preserve some of our bloodline!”

“Your Majesty, please don’t raise others’ spirits and dampen our own prestige,” Liu Zhentian felt genuinely uncomfortable upon hearing this.

The premature opening of the “Space-Time Rift” was instigated by him. Although an order of silence was issued, this enormous sense of guilt pierced his heart like a poisonous thorn, painfully reminding him whenever he thought about it.

“Richard, you and Florence are the 0.1% chance I mentioned for preservation. Over the next month, I will select a portion of the young ones from each tribe for you. In the future, if Beamon wishes to thrive in the Aegean, it will depend entirely on you,” His Majesty Sal fixed his eyes intently on Old Liu. “Can you do it?”

Liu Zhentian turned away, hiding in the shadows, and silently nodded.

“Today, I had already engaged in battle against some Demon Clan members in the Southeastern Province. Since they made a move, it’s only polite to return the favor. This afternoon, our hundred thousand Wolf Cavalry officially entered the Demon World!” His Majesty Sal’s word almost made Liu Zhentian jump from his seat!

It was utterly unexpected that the Beamon, merely a speck compared to the colossal force of the Demon Clan, dared to charge into the Demon World first!

“Your Majesty! I will immediately take people to the Southeastern Province to join the frontline battle!” His Majesty Sal’s gallant spirit ignited Liu Zhentian’s entire being!

“No need!” The Bimon King’s emerald eyes flickered with a hint of pain. “These hundred thousand Wolf Cavalry are on a suicide mission; your life must be preserved for greater contributions to the kingdom!”

“A… mission?” Liu Zhentian felt a chill wash over him, his gaze turning completely vacant: “Hundred thousand Wolf…”

“My dear boy, there is simply no other choice.” Old Andulan sighed deeply, feeling he’d exhausted every sigh he might have uttered for the rest of his life today: “If His Majesty doesn’t make this decision, the Demon Clan can quickly deploy troops to invade the Aegean! You and I both know the Demon Clan’s main attack is aimed at the Donau Wasteland. So when the vanguard of the Demon Clan arrives, what will become of the migrating Wolf Clan in the Southeastern Province? Thus, His Majesty had to send a contingent of Wolf Cavalry to charge into the Demon World, spreading out like locusts. For the Demon Clan to eradicate them would naturally take some time, maybe two months, or a month, or less. But even if it’s just one extra day, we can gain one more day to strategize.”

“I have already informed His Majesty: time is what we need most in Florence!” Old Andulan affectionately stroked Liu Zhentian’s head. “Whether it’s oil melons or phantom beasts.”

“Hundred thousand Wolf Cavalry, the Wolf Tribe only has a total population of over sixty thousand!” Liu Zhentian wept like a fountain, his voice choked: “Your Majesty, you’re sending them to die, sending them to die!”

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