After Di Xin arrived, the 300 or so tattered kings were already full, gathered in twos and threes, eating fruit and drinking tea, chatting.
When a big shot makes an appearance, their aura must be different. Di Xin, the newly promoted Human Emperor with deep foundations, still held considerable prestige when those old coffins were not around.
"Greetings, Ancestor Di Xin." The kings rose and bowed to Di Xin.
"Sit, everyone. Don't be restrained, let's have a chat," Di Xin waved his hand and said to them.
"Everyone, you've finished eating."
"Reporting to Ancestor, we have finished eating."
"You've also finished drinking."
"Reporting to Ancestor, we have finished drinking."
"Then all of you can go back to your graves and lie down. There's nothing for you to do right now."
"No, Ancestor, didn't that kid just say he was going to fight the lizard people and fight a war of annihilation? If we came out and now go back to lying down, wouldn't that be bad?"
"Yes, yes, Ancestor, didn't the experts say that after eating and drinking, one must exercise and not sleep, otherwise it's bad for the body?"
The kings spoke to Di Xin in a rush.
"Alas, I'm doing this for your own good. We are currently in a fierce war with the myriad races. However, the current commander of the human race is this kid. If this little fellow commands you, I'm afraid you won't feel comfortable."
Di Xin sighed, putting on an act of doing it for their own good.
"I'm not asking you to do anything specific. Right now, Han Xin, Xiang Yu, Liu Bang, Liu Che, Liu Xiu, Li Jing, and many other high-ranking kings of our Huaxia are working for this kid. After all, this kid pays high salaries and offers good benefits."
"However, I'm not forcing any of you. If you don't think highly of this kid, you can go back directly. There's no need to give him face."
The kings below clearly understood. Di Xin, that scoundrel, was very cunning.
What he meant by saying this was, if you want to be out and about, you have to work for our grandson, otherwise, all of you go back to your coffins.
And there's no need to be unhappy about it. Han Xin and Xiang Yu, who are they not more formidable than you, yet they still have to work for our grandson.
Of course, we won't let you work for free. All sorts of resources and benefits will be arranged for you, so think carefully about how to choose.
Will you stay and earn money to support your family, or return to your coffins? And I'll bother to bury you.
The kings whispered to each other, discussing where to go and what to do.
"Brothers, what should we do? Di Xin, that scoundrel, is very cunning. If we don't work for his kid, we have to go back and lie in our boxes again."
"Get lost, who are you calling brother? Your grandfather is my sworn brother, are you looking for a beating by calling me brother?"
The kings of the Great Han and Great Tang dynasties watched the commotion with calm composure.
"Ancestor Li Guang, and Ancestor Qin Qiong, why aren't you speaking? Everyone, please express your opinions and discuss what to do."
"Hmph, what's there to discuss? The leading brothers of our two families have already joined him, so do we have a second option? It's better to stay here, eat well, drink well, and get paid. Let's rest for a few days and wait for our big shots to pick us up."
The kings were instantly enlightened: Holy cow, that's really how it is. How realistic! Then what are we fighting for? We just have to wait for the boss to find us.
They immediately said to Di Xin:
'As kings of the human race, fighting on the battlefield for the human race is our mission. We are willing to obey the orders of Ancestor Di Xin and follow the young friend Lin Zhan to conquer the myriad races.'
Lin Zhan, who was standing by, jumped up with excitement upon hearing that over 300 kings had joined his team.
"Holy cow, this time I'm finally going to make it."
Then, with a *ga* sound, he fainted.
The kings looked at young master Lin in a daze: What does this mean? Is our new boss planning to play dead? If so, no matter how much money they give, we won't work for him. It's easy to get dragged down.
Di Xin looked at young master Lin's performance and felt a bit depressed. Why did his own grandson always falter at critical moments?
I was helping him trick people into joining, and he just lay down and went to sleep.
"Ahem, everyone, don't panic. This is normal. This kid always acts like this when he's happy. There's nothing to be surprised about," Di Xin continued to use his inherited skill and said to the kings, still trying to persuade them.
The kings looked at each other in a daze: Holy cow, can we still work for this boss? What if our new boss dies in a few days, and we have to find another employer?
"You old guys, what are you still pondering? Just agree. I've already decided to follow this kid. Do you think I'll be wronged?"
Han Xin, Xiang Yu, Liu Bang, Liu Che, Liu Xiu, Wei Qing, Huo Qubing, Li Shimin, Li Jing, Li Siyue, Zhu Yuanzhang, and other formidable kings walked in.
"Let me tell you, since following this kid, we've all become so rich that we're dripping with oil. We have 35 million golden-tier main combat troops under our command."
"Li Siyue alone has 1.2 million soldiers in his Mo Dao Army. All of them are platinum-tier warriors, fully armored with chainmail and soft armor. The Mo Dao swords are all forged from enchanted diamond-tier alloys, capable of directly chasing and killing the royal legions of the myriad races."
"Out of the 35 million troops, a full 12 million, a total of 10 legions, are composed of platinum-tier or higher warriors. How many royal legions are there in the entire myriad races? I have 10 under my command. To tell you the truth, we were not this wealthy even when we were emperors."
Then Han Xin took out his storage bag and poured out all the resources inside.
"See? This isn't for the legions, this is my personal wealth, all given by this boss of ours. This is just one year's salary, and there will be more in the future."
The other human kings looked at what Han Xin and the others were wearing, using, and then at what was poured out of their storage bags. Instantly, they looked like starving wolves, their eyes gleaming.
"Ancestor, don't say anything else. We'll work for your kid. Don't worry, no matter the hardships, we'll have no complaints."
Di Xin quickly gave the young Taoist Zhang Haoming a look.
The young Taoist poured a bowl of cold water on Lin Zhan's head.
"Big brother, big brother, you're awake. It's done. Ancestor Han Xin and the others are back. They've already persuaded these king ancestors to join us."
Lin Zhan instantly stood up with renewed vigor and said, "Damn it, who am I afraid of now? By the way, what about Ancestor Han Xin's troops?"
"Don't worry, brother. Ancestor Han Xin brought all his troops back. The entire army of 35 million are warriors of golden-tier or above, and there are 10 legions, totaling 12 million platinum warriors, capable of chasing and killing the royal legions of the myriad races."
Upon hearing the young Taoist's words, Lin Zhan, in a show of remarkable consistency, fainted again.
Di Xin...
Han Xin...
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