Chapter 1522
Chapter 1522 - 1518: The Reason for the War Flag Fluttering.
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What was bound to come would come eventually, and Lu Ping’an, who had been a mere ornament for a few days, suddenly lifted his head and looked into the distance.
"...They’re here."
This world was not very large, barely the size of the Earth’s Atlantic Ocean, but Lu Ping’an could feel its fear and unrest....It seemed to sense the change yet was persistently unable to resist.
But at this moment, it was filled with joy and bestowed upon Lu Ping’an, its "favored son," an epiphany.
Reinforcements had arrived, or rather, the former masters of the world had come.
Deities or similar beings had entered this world.
"Two Deities, three Quasi-Gods, six at the Overlord Level...."
There was no need for a more detailed announcement as Lord Xiuyi’s communication was more direct.
She not only brought the actual situation but also broadcasted the battle reports live.
The expected slow advance did not occur, shortly after entering the world, a clash of high-end combat powers took place.
Clearly, a quick resolution did not happen...The Deities played more of a support role, while the Quasi-Gods each found their match.
In a war over world ownership, neither side had the possibility of holding back; major combat power like trump cards was unleashed from the get-go.....Lu probably wouldn’t even have a chance to get involved in this level of desperate struggle, still within his own camp.
But now, the Shark Overlord, who had become the local hegemon, could not possibly be ignored.
Total war erupted in Lu Ping’an’s absence.....The arrogant reinforcements looked down upon the natives and went straight for their adversaries, initiating a comprehensive Plane War.
Then, the Octopus Forces, caught off guard, were unexpectedly defeated by human forces.
Be it basic or peak combat strengths, even the supporting Deities, the Eastern Country was superiority in both number and quality....all under the premise that reinforcements could keep coming from the rear.
Even in an Extraordinary World, war remained a contest of comprehensive national strength between two powers.
Eighth and ninth-tiers were but costly and rare "warships" and "aircraft carriers".....Powerful and expensive on one hand, but still producible as long as the "nation" itself was strong enough.
Both sides naturally plowed more Strongmen into the various battlefronts for contention.
There was no reason for slaughter, no hatred...at least not yet. A single direction, a single command, was enough to raise the blade against one’s first encounter.
The Strong lived; the Weaker died...or perhaps the Weak, by chance, would survive and view it as an opportunity to begin their ascent to strength.
Both sides naturally collided, wore each other down, died, and this time, the Eastern Country.....centered around the Eastern Country, the alliance had no chance of backing down.
The first Overlord-Level to fall quickly emerged; high levels on both sides commenced perishing....In this world, those who became high-level were often the Strong, and they, too, often had to step into the battlefield personally.
The most ironic thing was that those who fought the fiercest on the frontline, even willing to perish together with the adversary, were mostly of the Fishman race.
High-level humans and Saphire people, even the Long Hand Clan’s advanced combat powers, held no such deep grudges.
The Octopus alliance, which initially thought this to be a "clean-up battle," suffered a loss. The deaths of Kings and Overlords were utterly unacceptable losses....clearly, the alliance on Mercury 42 was well-prepared for the Fishmen’s advanced combat power, but their own emergency alliance was utterly ignorant about their adversaries.
Arrogance is always the first barrier to survival; the loss of advanced combat power in a fight caused the other Fishmen’s advanced combat powers to hesitate...whether it was worth risking their lives against these seemingly mad "kin" for the sake of a "brother world."
And even more embarrassing was the state of their cannon fodder and middle-tier forces, which quickly ran out.
In this cross-Plane movement, they had discarded a large number of fodder for the sake of speed...but the outcome was that they stood out even more, besieged, targeted, and sniped at.
"Fight for the great God, you are given seven days to arrive..."
The arrogant Envoy brandished his power in front of the Black King and his servants, tossed the missive onto the ground, and despite being merely a Decree-level messenger, he didn’t even give people a proper glance.
Perhaps, in his view, coming as reinforcements following the will of the Octopus, calling upon the local people to enlist was a honor—how could anyone possibly refuse.
"How have you not yet accepted the decree?!"
It appeared that the king’s failure to issue his Decree soon enough was a provocation to his dignity as an Envoy.
Yet, Lu Ping’an continued to sit on the Throne, tilting his head and watching the clownish Fishman perform before him.
The Envoy seemed about to curse, but then...
The massive ocean Giant crushed the noisy trifle in front of him with one squeeze.
Why? In the chain of command, the King had expressed a longing for slaughter to the clown before him, so his followers executed it.
However, they needed an explanation, a reason.
Pair after pair of eyes turned to Lu Ping’an, their King, who still had not moved.
This was indeed a test and a challenge for Lu Ping’an as well.
How could he raise the banner of rebellion in these beings that so desired war?
Neither Commanders nor Warlords are brainwashing professions; on the contrary, in order to exercise their abilities, they rely on the soldiers’ recognition... Many ability activations are predicated on the notion that followers entrust their fates and lives to their Commanders.
Lu Ping’an certainly could exert force, but the faith in the "Octopus" in this world had accumulated over who knows how many years; they had paid tribute for countless generations.
To raise the banner of rebellion on the grounds of "no taxes, no slaves"? It didn’t even come close to the so-called "cannon fodder tax" naturally expended through their internal conflicts and civil wars.
They had come to see the many years of "paying tax" and "high-level combat power fighting for the Deity" as a natural law, an unquestioned rule of nature. At this moment, to state otherwise... Lu Ping’an was not that reckless or foolish.
Then, to lead them into the age of civilization, towards a better life? That was even more preposterous; explaining the beauty of the modern urban world to a Primitive Man – they could not comprehend, nor did they have any need or desire for such things...
"Over there, the place from which they hail..."
It was Warlords indeed who raised the War Flag, but what truly motivated the Legion to move was always the benefit of each individual.
Whether it was for wealth, peace, or their kin...
"...there are no longer any Kings or Overlords."
The Black King smiled.
When war had lost its thrill, this King, who seemed bored with everything, suddenly smiled cheerfully.
"Outsiders, they have disrupted the balance."
"Reinforcements, not enough to withstand the constant drafting of new Kings and Overlords to come..."
The Shark Overlord, the incarnation of greed, malice, evil, and slaughter, pointed towards the worlds from which those reinforcements came.
"...Their world is far richer than ours, with more wealth, more cities, more beautiful females..."
Profit has always been the most effective engine of war, but that alone was not enough...
"...Octopus, the so-called Deity we worship, is actually in trouble. Its world is in great turmoil; why shouldn’t we seize the opportunity to become the new masters of this Plane? You, might become the master of a continent; you, might find one nation insufficient for your ambitions..."
Under the gaze of all, their Black King stood up.
He laughed heartily, his eyes blazing with insanity, as if he had been waiting for this moment for far too long.
"At last, the exalted position of the Gods has begun to waver... Follow me, and I’ll give you everything you desire. All of your cravings, I will lead you to fulfill them! A new divine position, a new Throne, new cities, what more could you wish for?!"
— End of Chapter 1522 —