Lin Zhan watched Chang Ruo and Cao Yu re-enter the void.
A wave of lingering fear washed over him. Good heavens, these old fellows were too cunning.
Two wars of the Ten Thousand Races, separated by 6,000 years, and yet their ancestors’ schemes had not been revealed.
Were the previous wars of the Ten Thousand Races also orchestrated by them? Was it simply a transition from raising livestock in pens to free-range farming?
Lin Zhan shook his head, deciding it was best not to dwell on it. Otherwise, if some old immortal sensed his thoughts, his insignificant self wouldn’t be able to withstand it.
Immediately, Young Master Lin remounted Xiao Bao and led his personal guards towards the battlefield.
The Eight-Headed Serpent, along with the ten Kings of the Liu family and the Ten Great Dragon Beasts, was responsible for breaking through the enemy lines. Tie Mu Zhen, leading the Golden Wolf Cavalry, was tasked with killing the enemy.
The two forces cooperated seamlessly, having already decimated the undead army formations from three directions.
Tie Lao Si, leading the Iron Eater Beast Legion, had directly breached the fortress at the pass. Di Xin also led the Black Bird Army to expand their gains, aiming to annihilate the entire Necromancer race present.
Lin Zhan observed the unfolding situation, knowing that this battle was nearing its end. Next, they only needed to overcome the Necromancer race's skeletal horde tactics, and the war in this dimension would conclude.
Then, Marshal Lin addressed his nearby guards:
“Relay the order: The Wind God Pterodactyl Knights are to enter the Necromancer dimension with large quantities of airdrop bombs.”
“Relay the order: The Leng family’s Hunter Special Operations Brigade is to enter the Necromancer dimension. We need to prepare for the next course of action.”
“Understood.”
A squad of personal guards received the token and flew towards the teleportation gate.
Lin Zhan, accompanied by the Great Shang Ancestral Court Guard and his personal guard, slowly advanced towards the fortress at the pass. Su Dan Novel Network.
The Eight-Headed Serpent and the Liu family’s Kings followed behind.
“Uncle, the enemy forces from the three directions have all been cleared. Your Executioner Royal Guard was a bit too bloodthirsty; they killed some of the captives.”
Lin Zhan nodded and said, “Generations of their family have served as powerful warriors in the army. Their hatred for the Ten Thousand Races is ingrained deep within their bones. These fellows are like killing gods in the army, following the path of achieving enlightenment through slaughter. I scoured both major armies to find these precious gems.”
The Eight-Headed Serpent nodded and said, “These youngsters are indeed treasures. If they continue on this path and don’t lose their way, they have a high chance of advancing to the King realm upon entry. Furthermore, based on their kill count, most of them will be able to reach the level of Clan King upon advancement. Uncle’s foresight is truly remarkable.”
Beside them, Liu Bang looked at the Eight-Headed Serpent with astonishment, calling Lin Zhan "Uncle" repeatedly.
He couldn't help but secretly sigh: Is the flattery industry this competitive now? How can an ancient ferocious beast condescend to call a young child "Uncle"? Did you establish your seniority over a game of mahjong?
He then spoke to Lin Zhan, saying, "Young Lin, our Liu family acknowledges this favor. However, I must still say a few words. Look, our girls have been staying with you for so long. We don't care about official titles, but you can't just have our girls with you for nothing."
Lin Zhan looked at the garrulous Han Gaozu with a bewildered expression:
"Slow down, old sir. What do you mean? When did your girls get involved with me? We've always had a clean relationship."
Liu Bang’s contracted Black Dragon, pouted:
"There's already a relationship, so what are you talking about being clean? Marry all our girls quickly, or don't blame this old ancestor for dealing with you."
As soon as the Black Dragon finished speaking, all eyes in the crowd focused on him.
Xiao Jin smacked his lips and said, "Brothers, if I were to eat all my own kind, would I be punished when I return to the ancestral court?"
Indeed, as soon as the Black Dragon’s voice fell, he was sent flying over 100 meters by a slap from the Eight-Headed Serpent. The Eight-Headed Serpent then revealed its true form and coiled its tail around the Black Dragon, pulling it back.
A nearly thousand-meter-long Black Dragon, facing the behemoth that was the Eight-Headed Serpent, was like a small loach.
"Damn it, you little brat. Which idiot gave birth to such an ill-mannered creature like you? I call Lin Zhan 'Uncle,' and the Black Dragon Emperor, by seniority, would only call Lin Zhan 'Nephew.' Liu family youths are humans; they can figure out their own seniority. But where did you, a little black mudfish, come from?"
"Damn it, how did the Black Dragon race produce such an ill-mannered creature like you? You'd better call your father here and have him teach you properly, otherwise, you'll disgrace all of us ancient divine beasts."
The Black Dragon Emperor and the Black Dragon King, who had just dealt with the Necromancer race's foundations, heard the Eight-Headed Serpent’s roar and rushed over to see.
"Ba Qi, you're talking nonsense about the Black Dragon race here. Do you not want to live anymore?"
Upon seeing the Black Dragon brothers, the Eight-Headed Serpent quickly said,
"Uncle Hei, Second Uncle Hei, ask your son. He actually called my Uncle 'brat' and dared to call himself 'this old man'."
The hot-tempered Black Dragon King instantly grabbed the little Black Dragon:
"I can't believe it. When did our Black Dragon race produce an idiot like you? Tell me, whose scatterbrained ancestor are you from?"
Although Yu Long Yan often disciplined Lin Zhan, he genuinely regarded Lin Zhan as his successor. This was even more so for Xiao Jin, the little golden dragon contracted with Lin Zhan.
Now that this brat had advanced and his bloodline had returned to its ancestral state again, these old fellows had sensed his bloodline inheritance.
My goodness, his paternal line traced back to Jin Ao. Although Jin Ao might consider him an idiot, Jin Ao’s grandfather was formidable – the previous generation's Golden Dragon race Great Emperor, a quasi-ancestor figure… ah, a dragon.
If the elders' senses were correct, his maternal line must have inherited from the Dragon Mother. Although the Dragon Mother was a Great Emperor-level Golden Dragon, her husband was terrifying – a true ancestral-level old monster, the Serpent Ancestor Tun Tian.
This meant that Xiao Jin's mother was the lost egg of the Dragon Mother and Tun Tian, who had been lost in the void. In other words, Xiao Jin’s maternal grandmother was a Great Emperor, his maternal grandfather was an ancestor, and the current Great Emperor of the Golden Dragon race was Xiao Jin’s cousin.
Now, these little rascals led by Lin Zhan, ever since they advanced to Diamond and their bloodlines had returned to their ancestral state for the third time, everyone had sensed their bloodline inheritances.
It could be said that these youngsters had at least three ancestors and at least five quasi-ancestors behind them. As for Great Emperors, there must be at least twenty-eight, if not thirty.
Although Lin Zhan's ancestor was Zi Qi, it was because Zi Qi was the founder of the Shang tribe, the first Shang clan king and marquis.
But Zi Qi didn't just pop out of a rock. Zi Qi's father was a leader of the Gao Xin clan, one of the Five Emperors of humanity, Di Ku, who was also a genuine quasi-ancestor figure.
Furthermore, the Gao Xin clan were all protective and battle-crazy. They kept a horde of Great Emperor-level spirit beasts, otherwise, where would the Great Shang's Black Birds have come from?
It could be said that Lin Zhan's six little rascals were the number one rogue organization among the myriad races of the heavens.