"It seems the Celestial Race is now playing the same game of purging the night," Lin Zhan turned to Ming Ling and said, "Patriarch Ming Ling, what do you think?"
Ming Ling studied the map for a while before replying, "I think dividing the forces is fine. When it comes to warfare, your Human Race are the experts, Lin kid. Don't mind my opinion. As long as it's beneficial, all the troops of the Underworld will cooperate with you."
Lin Zhan nodded and gave Ming Ling a thumbs-up, "You're a man of honor."
"Patriarch, how many troops has the Underworld mobilized this time? You should tell us first."
Ming Ling took out a document and handed it to Lin Zhan, "For this operation, the Underworld has mobilized a total of 220 million troops, comprising 20 legions. Among these are two Nether Beast Legions, five Asura Legions, and three Nether Ghost Legions, all of which are elite. The remaining are twelve main legions of the Underworld Army."
"This includes two Asura Legions and one Nether Beast Legion in the vanguard, as well as the Third and Fifth Legions of the Underworld Army that were held back. We currently have nearly 220 million troops and 20 legions arriving successively."
Lin Zhan couldn't help but be taken aback, smacking his lips, "Holy hell, that's quite a lot of people."
"The Human Race now has seven remaining group armies after two were crippled. I can only mobilize seven. Including my First Army, my brother-in-law's Golden Wolf Riders, and the logistics corps, we can muster a total of 130 million people."
"With our combined forces exceeding 300 million, I've never commanded an operation of this scale. What a shame about the famous strategists of our Human Race's history; they were all too weak and frail. Even their ashes have long since rotted away. If only they were here, our chances of winning this battle would be even greater."
Lin Zhan closed his eyes and pondered for a moment. Then, he drew three circles on the map, one in front and two behind, saying, "Take me to inspect these three locations personally. Patriarch Ming Ling, please have Patriarch Black Robe and the Asura King accompany me as well. After all, these are our races' stationed locations."
Ming Ling nodded and then began to transmit messages to Patriarch Black Robe and the Asura King.
Lin Zhan turned to Jiang Zheng and said, "Old Jiang, you should go back too. The Heavenly Path is our brothers' last retreat. You must defend it. I've also left you with a final contingency: the Huaxia, led by the Ying and Liu families, has formed an allied force. While their strength isn't as high as our main legions, they are still quite capable."
"Also... and also... you must..."
Seeing Lin Zhan stammering, Jiang Zheng nodded with understanding. This was Lin Zhan telling them that once the Celestial Race was defeated, they would inevitably have a war with the Underworld. This wasn't due to the schemes and untrustworthiness of the two sides, but a final battle for the destiny of all realms.
He said to Lin Zhan, "Don't worry, Old Lin, I understand everything. As long as I'm alive, the Heavenly Path will be safe. Upon my return, I will personally go to Mount Gaoxin and redeploy the Gaoxin Clan to guard the final exit of the Heavenly Path."
Lin Zhan walked out of the grand tent with Jiang Zheng. As soon as they stepped out, they saw a chubby young man wearing a safety helmet, riding a husky, directing the engineering team of the logistics corps.
Lin Zhan's expression instantly turned serious. He flashed into a blur and appeared behind the young Daoist, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him up.
"What are you doing here, kid? Didn't I tell you to go back to your mother planet and stay put?"
The young Daoist kicked his short legs back and forth, grinning at Lin Zhan, "Big Brother, I'm just trying to help you! Look, with me here, these logistics brothers are working much faster."
Lin Zhan flicked the disobedient boy on the head, "Stop giving me that nonsense. You can remotely direct our logistics brothers to work just as fast."
"Xuan Zhen," Lin Zhan called out behind him.
The guard of the Great Shang Ancestral Court had become a frontline guard. Xuan Zhen, as their commander, had fought alongside Lin Zhan in several major clan-extermination battles and had already become an Emperor.
When it came to talent, the people of Great Shang were top-notch. At the very least, Great Shang was the dynasty of the last Human Emperor, and they had received some benefits from the backlash of human destiny.
"Young Master," Xuan Zhen said, clad in black heavy armor.
"Take this little brat back to my sister. Tell Ya'er to break his dog legs directly, so he stops thinking about running away." Lin Zhan threw the young Daoist towards him.
"Big Brother, Big Brother, don't joke! Ya'er that fierce girl really dares to hit! Big Brother..."
Listening to the young Daoist's voice fading away, everyone looked at Lin Zhan and swallowed.
Holy crap, this kid is truly a beast. He's this harsh even to his brother-in-law, and the kid didn't even make a mistake.
"What are you all looking at me for? We have so many Emperors here now that they're like dogs, Emperors everywhere, Half-Ancestors flying around, and everyone has an Ancestor. If something were to happen to him here, and we brothers also had an accident, what would the Human Race use to fight back? Would you expect those old guys to give birth again?"
Lin Zhan said, looking at Jiang Zheng, Leng Shan, and He Dazhuang's pleading eyes.
Hearing Lin Zhan's words, He Dazhuang quickly said, "Hit him! Break both of his legs so he stops running around."
Leng Shan even took out a communication jade talisman and said, "Wife, send ten of our watchdogs to Ya'er, specifically to watch Xiao Ming. If he dares to run out, sic the dogs on him."
Good heavens, it's so difficult to cultivate a successor who is black-hearted, ruthless, and thick-skinned. What if something happened to him? It's better to cripple him and let him recuperate at home. That way, everyone can be at ease.
After speaking, everyone separated with their respective guards.
That night, after Lin Zhan and the three idiots from the Underworld returned to the main camp, they happened to meet Xuan Zhen, who had returned to report.
"How is it? Did my sister deal with Xiao Ming?"
Xuan Zhen chuckled and said, "Young Master, the son-in-law actually ran away secretly. The young lady had no idea. I also followed the young master's orders and broke all four of the son-in-law's dog legs."
"Four legs?"
"Holy hell, this kid is truly ruthless. The child didn't even make a mistake, why did you break the child's arms as well?" Patriarch Black Robe and Asura King said indignantly to Xuan Zhen.
After all, this chubby businessman was well-liked by the two of them.
Xuan Zhen was stunned, "I only broke his legs, not his arms. Besides, when the husky wasn't in human form, it didn't have arms."
Lin Zhan looked at Xuan Zhen, completely bewildered, and finally understood what he meant.
Holy crap, so you broke the legs of the young Daoist's husky. That truly is a dog's leg.