CHAPTER 1992: CHAPTER 636: GLORY AND DREAMS (PART 5)

"Your Majesty, what exactly do you want to say?" the old Duke Bruckner asked more curiously.

Mourinho and Dudley had puzzled expressions on their faces, frowning as they looked at their respected king.

"I just want to say, the line between hero and villain is actually not very clear! A true hero might also be a true villain. Richard is a typical example!" King Sal gestured with his hand: "Don’t look at me like that. Everything I just said was what Richard told me a few days ago in the Bone Linked Treasure Box! He said if you strip away all those colorful halos of honor, he...!"

Pausing, His Majesty the King sighed out a breath of turbid air: "The greatest hero turned out to be the greatest villain... Life, oh life... How you do not fail to amaze me..."

"If he can survive this World War, then he is no villain, at least the revival of the Bimon will certainly be realized in his hands." The old Duke Bruckner smiled and said: "Multicultural integration implies a powerful opportunity. Richard can bring so many wisdom races into the foreign legion of Bimon, create epoch-making war songs, open up new directions and paths for rites, and shape the three powerful units of the Piano Demon, Arrow Gang Archer, and mutant Phantom Beast Air Force, and has also developed leading heavy industry of the era. Once his contributions are fully digested by us, it means Bimon will have a historic leap!"

"Meng Province! Our desert!" His Majesty the King nodded: "This is also what he personally told me, he said if he can survive this war, in the future if I want to abdicate, he will let Ventéclair compete for the throne. He wants to turn the Taklamakan Desert into our desert, into our northern province and our strategic depth! He wants to reclaim this barren land back into the territory of Aegean! To let Bimon return to the mainstream world!"

"Return to the mainstream? Can he wipe out the Mank Tribe? That seems a bit unrealistic, doesn’t it? The population and strength of humans are evident to all." The old Duke Swan was not a man to be discouraged, but his words undoubtedly revealed a fact that all Bimons had no choice but to accept — Aegean and the era’s masters have already belonged to humans, not Bimons.

"A powerful Bimon will sooner or later have a battle with humans, there is no doubt about that! If we can survive this World War, even if Bimon cannot conquer the Kalimdo Plains, our strength will certainly return us to the mainstream world!" King Sal confidently said: "There is no need to wait for Ventéclair to worry about it, at least I can continue to be king for another term. The precious wealth that Richard has brought me is already enough for Bimon to prosper in my hands!"

"If that is the case, I hope by then, you who shine like the midday sun, can overthrow those shackles of feudal stubborn forces and recognize the rights of our Bode Clan’s joint council! The overseas Medusas, like us, have only such a small request for returning to the motherland!" The old Duke Bruckner sternly said: "Glory belongs to humans, greatness belongs to Bimon, this kind of greatness should not be monopolized by Orc Bimon, but should be shared by all of us Bimon!"

"As long as this war can be endured, your wishes are also my aspirations! The wealth and strength of the country require more talented and ambitious people to join!" King Sal laughed heartily: "You should know that our Richard designated king candidate—Florence’s Tenth Prince Ventéclair is actually not a Bimon, he is an Ente!"

"The Shaman of Divine Songs doesn’t seem to be a Piegel Bimon either, does he?" The old Duke Smey also laughed: "The first foreign king? Haha, interesting, it seems the future kingdom will have a large forest at the frontier of Dorott as a natural defense."

"It’s a gamble now, whether we live or die depends only on the outcome of this World War! But I’m not worried; if the Bimon Kingdom really is to perish, Richard and Florence would definitely let countless races be buried with us." The King sneered: "He is preparing a grand massacre to leave a deep impression on all bandits!"

"It’s not just him..." A strong confidence, as if overlooking all, flickered on Mourinho’s handsome face: "We Smey are also preparing."

"Has that news been confirmed?" The King took a deep breath and tentatively asked, "Should I notify Richard..."

"Sal..." Mourinho turned his face to the vast sky: "Don’t make me hate you..."

In those eyes like a blue pond, the King of Bimon saw a trait called incredibility —that pure, naturally innate, indelible nobility, dignity, and pride that could make all the noble kings of this world pale in comparison.