Chapter 619: Chapter 24: I Want You to Become a Banner

The land baptized by the Fire Element was somewhat scorched, and the remaining Fire Element from the Magic Concentrated Fire made the air on the battlefield somewhat “fiery”.

Centered around the Floating City, countless goblins were fighting within tens of kilometers. The occasional explosion represented another round of artillery support, symbolizing the annihilation of yet another ten-thousand-strong Warrior Corps.

The burnt smell of corpses, the intense Fire Element, plus the sporadic spell explosions.

“Hmm, such a familiar scent.”

A tall figure in a black robe descended from the steel surface of the Floating City, opening his arms toward the battlefield.

This familiar scent made Richard feel as if he had returned to the Wizard Civilization.

“My Lord, the resistors within fifty kilometers of the Floating City have been purged. The prisoners have also been uniformly detained, and our physicians are doing their best to treat the injured.”

A voice suddenly came from behind Richard. He turned around to see an old goblin looking energetically at him.

The members of the command center were basically all old goblins, who had been transformed by the Miracle Monks and had experienced the Abyss War, undoubtedly making them the best commanders among the goblins.

“Oh, well done, it seems our lads are doing a great job,” Richard praised with some surprise.

Although the performance of the goblin army was still far from the Wizard Army, Richard was already very satisfied. If he could casually arm a force stronger than the wizards, then perhaps wizards would no longer exist on the battlefield of the Wizard Civilization.

“It’s all thanks to your excellent guidance,” the old goblin humbly said. Then he looked up at Richard and asked, “My Lord, what shall we do next?”

“Well, about that…”

Richard glanced to the west and replied leisurely, “No rush to attack, let’s finish building the fortress first. Oh, and remind the soldiers to strictly observe military discipline and not to harass the commoners.”

“Your will.”

…

In the ancestral home of the Quan family, the Young Master sat calmly in a slightly scorched hall, gazing at the distant shadow wall.

Suddenly, a figure appeared beside him.

“Young Master, the coalition has lost, and lost badly.”

The Young Master nodded slightly, “I know. What about those guys?”

“The Immortal disciples did not take action in this war; it seems they were observing and collecting intel on the Evil Ghost’s side.”

“Collecting intel?” The Young Master showed a hint of sarcasm on his face. “Using warriors as cannon fodder while they sit and watch. These guys, even if they become immortals, they still have the same character.”

“What kind of character do we have that a broke middle-tier family head like you can comment on?”

The Young Master had not even finished speaking when a voice came from outside the hall, a cloud descended from the sky and transformed into a wide-robed Daoist.

Upon seeing this person, Bai immediately placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, his face full of vigilance. However, the Daoist sneered at Bai’s action and then walked boldly up to the Young Master.

“You small thing, I really don’t understand how the Immortal Village Envoy could classify someone like you among the noble families.”

Saying this, the Daoist glanced at Bai, his tone becoming more mocking, “Is it just because of your guard?”

An exceptional master can theoretically support a middle-tier family, but only if they are the family head or, at the very least, direct lineage. And Bai was just a guard; no matter how loyal a guard is, they are ultimately outsiders.

Upon hearing this, the Young Master replied unhurriedly, “If a fool like you can become an Immortal disciple, why can’t I, the legitimate direct descendent of the Quan family, become a family head?”

The Daoist’s face changed, “You broke fool, you’re courting death!” An invisible mist spread from his body, stabbing toward the Young Master like tentacles. But an invisible force field that had silently appeared blocked all his mist tentacles just an inch from the Young Master’s face.

“I remember giving you an Alchemy Puppet; did you break it these past days?”

A calm voice came from behind the Daoist. He wanted to turn around, but an invisible force field held him firmly in place, unable to move.

“That thing was too conspicuous; it’s easy to cause trouble when kept by my side.”

The Young Master stood up and bowed to Richard, who walked past the Daoist, “Divine of the Exotic Realm, we finally meet.”

For the Young Master, this was his first time meeting Richard, but for Richard, he had seen the Young Master many times before.

So Richard merely waved his hand casually for the Young Master to rise, focusing all his attention on the Daoist beside him.

“Tsk tsk tsk, remarkable, truly remarkable. Indeed, things must be seen firsthand to appreciate their intricacies.”

The Daoist noticed Richard’s gaze, which was like appraising an object, and couldn’t help but feel a wave of fear in his heart.

Who exactly is this green-skinned Heavenly Demon if the Quan family’s brat calls him a Divine? Could it be that the Demon has already invaded this world and intentionally placed that brat among them as a plant?

In an instant, the Daoist felt as if he were caught in a massive conspiracy.

But unfortunately, his enlightenment was doomed never to be conveyed.

Richard casually grasped, and the Daoist transformed into a marble-sized sphere, which he casually tossed into the pocket on his waist.

Then, he looked at the Quan family’s Young Master and calmly asked, “Quan family Young Master, you should understand my intentions. Tell me your decision.”

The Quan family Young Master took a deep breath and once again bowed to Richard, “I am willing to collaborate with you, but I hope you can tell me one thing.”

“What is it?”

“What do you intend to do with us?”

“How to deal with you?” Richard’s face lit up with an intrigued smile, “That’s a good question. As an Outer Heaven Demon, my strategy towards alien races has always been brutal.

You must work eight hours every day under me, with only double overtime pay for extra hours. Aside from traditional holidays, you have only seven days of paid annual leave… Oh, and you also have to serve in the military, as I will need a large army to fight for me in the future.”

“…”

After a moment of silence, the Young Master’s voice lowered, “Are you joking with me? This is indeed a good joke.”

If this is considered brutal, then was the life of the werewolves in the past hell? Of all that Richard said, only the last part about military service seemed normal.

But in a world where one could slaughter villages for elixir materials, conscription was truly humane policy.

“Do you think this is a joke?” The smile on Richard’s face slowly faded, “But unfortunately, I am stating facts. The exploitation of your own kind is astonishing to me.

Even the most evil priest of the Flesh Church is not as bad as the profligate children of your clans here.”

I have a question that I have always wanted to ask you, as a child of a noble family, do you think the common people you rule over are of the same race as you?”

“Of course, they are the same race.” The Young Master immediately replied.

“But I don’t think so, just like the way that guy looked at you just now. The noble families do not consider the common people their kin, just as those who have become immortals don’t consider you as theirs.”

The Young Master was speechless. In this world where power rests in oneself, the upper and lower classes indeed count as two different races.

Although the Young Master responded so decisively, in his heart, he still saw the commoners as ignorant and docile.

“Alright, my question is answered. Now tell me your answer.”

Looking into Richard’s eyes, the Young Master lowered his head, knelt down, and performed the most solemn ceremony of the noble family.

“Quan Zicheng of the Quan family, pays respect to Master.”

Richard nodded in satisfaction, then helped Quan Zicheng up.

“If you are willing to collaborate, then you are a friend. Your bloodline is important to me. With you, I can kill fewer people.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to become a banner, a representation of me as a flag of justice.”

The Young Master looked at Richard somewhat confused, unable to understand his words.

Richard observed his expression, resigned: “When you wage war with other families, there needs to be a reason. I come from the Exotic Realm, inherently at a disadvantage in propaganda. With just a few words, the families can portray us as evil demons who kill indiscriminately and eat people.”

But if I announce that I came by your call, as a descendant of the White Wolf King, to help you defeat immortals and conquer this world,

it can counteract the slander from the families.

As long as the following work is done well, the resistance from the werewolves will be much less, and we might even win more support.”

The Young Master suddenly understood and nodded, “This indeed would reduce a lot of resistance, but isn’t your army very strong? Even with more resistance, it’s like trying to stop a chariot with one’s arms in front of you.”

Hearing this, Richard couldn’t help but sigh.

Explaining ideas is difficult when the concepts are different.

“I’m not trying to exterminate you. The less resistance, the more subjects I’ll have in the future. Besides, even though I have many soldiers, they are not stones that can be discarded at will.

Why not minimize the losses you can?”

The Young Master once again understood and said to Richard with admiration, “To be in such high position yet considerate of the lower warriors, you are indeed a uniquely benevolent ruler.”

Richard waved his hand, thinking to himself, let it be, further explanation is futile.

Whether goblins or werewolves, in his eyes, they were his assets, and no one liked their assets wasting away.

“Come with me, I need to activate your bloodline these days and perform a ceremony.”

“Yes, Master.”

Richard waved his hand casually, and a force field lifted the Young Master into the air. But while in the air, Richard paused and pulled Bai, who was about to follow, into the force field as well.

“Almost forgot about you, little guy. Just in time, when activating the bloodline, I can fuse you right on.”

“Fuse what?”

Bai resisted the force field around them. As a third-level being, he could fly on instinct alone, without needing Richard’s assistance.

“Fuse what? Of course, the bloodline of the White Wolf King,” Richard said naturally.

“The White Wolf King granted blood to the generals; you should know the story better than I do.”

“Huh? I become a general?”