Chapter 1789: Chapter 862: Stone Skin Dharma Array (Part 3)

Khan Yamun waved his hand and said, “Rise, though your Golden Tent Army has suffered significant losses, it has also accomplished something. Without your support in diverting and restraining the enemy’s attention, the casualties on my side would have increased substantially.”

“Thank you for your mercy, Father Khan,” Prince Hubadai stood respectfully.

“Now, use the fastest speed to lead the Golden Tent Army back to the Endless Wilderness. Set up camp at least fifty kilometers away from the Sunrise Mountain Range,” Khan Yamun issued new orders.

Prince Hubadai exclaimed in surprise, “In doing so, won’t the two armies be completely isolated, making it impossible to support each other?”

“From now on, our two armies will be separated by natural dangers and man-made factors. Moving troops through ordinary methods is no longer possible,” Khan Yamun spoke calmly and ominously. “Therefore, your real task is to continue collaborating with the local witches, explore all the Imasca ruins in the Endless Wilderness, and search for their large portals, which usually have the ability to mobilize large quantities of troops.

Focus on Mist Lake; it once was an important border city of Imasca. You’ll have a month, and if no discovery is made, you’ll retreat towards Winter Fort, continuing the search while building a portal using the teleportation array for any unforeseen needs.”

The battle at the lake made Khan Yamun realize that this Western expedition was far more challenging than imagined, and he must thoroughly prepare for retreat.

“I understand, this time I will surely live up to Father Khan’s expectations,” Prince Hubadai instantly grasped Khan Yamun’s true intentions.

If they can master the ancient portals capable of large-scale troop mobilization, they can advance to attack or retreat to defend, maximizing their mobility. With just a small number of elites, they can achieve the purpose of deploying an entire army, without being restrained by the terrain.

However, such portal construction technology has long been lost.

Portals built through the Nine Rings teleportation array combined with Magic Constancy are, at most, small portals, capable of transferring a hundred soldiers daily, with a total weight not exceeding ten tons.

Dispatching generals is feasible, but mobilizing troops is out of the question. By the time the troops are amassed, the entire army’s bones would be cold.

Khan Yamun waved his hand and said, “Withdraw now, from this moment on, focus your energy on this task. Regardless of how the battle unfolds at the front, no support is needed from you. Should I encounter any mishap, you are to immediately assume the position of Great Khan, and swiftly lead the Golden Tent Army into the depths of the Endless Wilderness. For a hundred years, do not even think of avenging me.”

“Father Khan…” Prince Hubadai instantly felt anxious upon hearing this, “A few setbacks, why does Father Khan speak such discouraging words? I trust that after overcoming this hurdle, Father Khan will surely be triumphant in battle.”

Yet he felt a vague uneasiness within. Could his Father Khan have sensed something, to say such words as if making final arrangements?

Khan Yamun dismissed his son’s blessings and instead asked, “You’ve studied in the Soaring Dragon Empire from a young age, and your knowledge far surpasses mine. In your opinion, what is the greatest difference between us Tukan people and the Soaring Dragon Empire and the various realms of the Felen Continent?”

No matter how ruthless he may appear in front of outsiders, Khan Yamun indeed fits the role of a loving father to his only child.

At least from Prince Hubadai’s memory, Khan Yamun had always strived to give him the best, not only allowing him to receive extensive Tukan education but also spending tens of thousands of cattle and sheep to send him to study in the Soaring Dragon Empire once he slightly matured.

Upon his return, Khan Yamun unhesitatingly entrusted him with the leadership of the Golden Tent Army, originally part of the Great Khan’s Guard Corps, allowing him to reform it according to what he learned in the Soaring Dragon Empire, providing manpower, materials, and never saying no.

Such paternal affection is common among ordinary families, but extremely rare within the royal family, where great power abounds. Prince Hubadai, who once resided in the Soaring Dragon Empire, witnessed firsthand the internal strife for power, how brothers became enemies, fathers and sons drew blades against each other, and mothers and sons schemed against one another.

Thus, Khan Yamun’s affection is exceptionally precious to Prince Hubadai, and he has always carefully cherished it.

The atmosphere this time was exceedingly compelling.

Hubadai thought for a moment before responding, “There are significant differences in lifestyle and governance. Our Kingdom, assembled with plunder as its goal, is like a city built with sand.

As long as victory is maintained, it can indeed stack higher in the short term.

But even a slight setback or tempest can lead to its sudden collapse, becoming history in an instant.

If we wish for our rule to last, we must change our way of life and governance to some extent, establishing our true Kingdom and cities. Even if most citizens still predominantly practice nomadic lifestyles, the ruling class must settle down.

Let those citizens know where their royal capital is, where their king is, whom they pledge allegiance to.”

“If this world had only mortals, without the high and mighty All Gods, what you propose would indeed be feasible,” Khan Yamun first acknowledged Hubadai’s perspective, then shifted his tone, “But this is a world where All Gods truly exist, the Felen Continent has its complete deity system, and the Soaring Dragon Empire embodies the unity of man and divine right.

And what do we Tukan people have? The Everlasting Heaven?

That is nothing more than an elusive concept. Have you ever seen the Everlasting Heaven intervene in our times of disaster? Pull us out of desolation?

If you focus solely on the mortal stage, you will find, in the end, that you are merely a fattened sheep, ready for anyone to slice off a piece of meat.

Do you understand my meaning?”

Prince Hubadai pondered and said, “Father Khan’s main objective in this Western expedition is not to plunder wealth, but to forge a True God for the Tukan people?”