Kirin City.
Inside the Lord’s Hall, the atmosphere was tense and heavy.
Qi Lin sat at the head seat, his brows tightly furrowed as he pondered over the message just delivered by his avatar.
He knew all too well what this message meant.
Without hesitation, he stood up and began making rapid preparations.
As an outstanding leader of the human race, Qi Lin understood that city construction was crucial for future development.
Therefore, he quickly mobilized his human forces to participate in this massive project.
Countless engineers, farmers, and workers were summoned at great expense, each shouldering the heavy responsibility of upgrading the city.
With his unique talent—Deduction—Qi Lin had already foreseen the next stage of the city’s advancement: the founding of a powerful kingdom!
However, achieving this grand goal was no easy task.
Even though he now controlled the entire continent, numerous challenges and difficulties still lay ahead.
At present, the most troublesome issue wasn’t a lack of resources, but the pressing shortage of time.
After all, to successfully establish a kingdom, many conditions and requirements had to be met.
The most critical among them was ruling at least ten cities.
Yet, relatively speaking, this wasn’t an impossible task.
As long as he could assist his loyal allied lords in building their own cities, he could easily cross this threshold.
On the other hand, what concerned him even more was whether the forces at the border had enough strength to withstand the combined armies of the three races from the Plain Hegemony Continent.
Moreover, would these border forces also attempt to seize this land as they did?
“Still too weak.”
He let out a sigh.
“In the end, it’s because I’m too weak myself…”
He couldn’t help but sigh again.
This war would bring enormous energy value gains, and he absolutely couldn’t miss this opportunity to grow stronger.
But he didn’t know if he could withstand it in his current state…
Three days later, the black curtain at the edge of the Plain Hegemony Continent finally dissipated completely.
What lay before him was a desolate, gray, lifeless scene—the boundary of the border.
As always, there was nothing unusual here.
Qi Lin saw neither signs of border forces nor the armies of the continent.
However, he knew that within that gray, ruined region, both sides had already begun to move.
As his avatar absorbed the energy value from the first enemy it slew, his level seal was lifted once more.
A warm current surged through his body, followed by an overwhelming sense of comfort.
He knew his level had broken through—an immense help in the current war.
[Name: Qi Lin]
[Race: Undead]
[Level: Sovereign King]
[Territory Level: None]
[Skills: Necromancy, Dark Magic…]
As always, there was nothing unusual here.
Qi Lin saw neither signs of border forces nor the armies of the continent.
However, he knew that within that gray, ruined region, both sides had already begun to move.
He silently made up his mind.
If either side showed signs of defeat, he would strike without hesitation.
Whether he succeeded or not, this war for continental hegemony was like a struggle of trapped beasts to him.
He had to find a way to break his influence out of this cage.
At this moment, at least a million undead armies were scattered across the continent.
But most of these troops were weak and low-level.
Therefore, facing such a situation, Qi Lin wasn’t entirely confident.
After all, both enemy sides had top-tier powerhouses, while what he had at hand were little more than endless expendable pawns.
“The battle at the border is in your hands now.”
Qi Lin turned to the undead avatar.
The avatar nodded solemnly.
At the same time, the elven avatar also shouldered her own mission.
The two avatars led their vast armies into action, using the alliance’s powerful teleportation technology to instantly arrive at the edge of the Hegemony Continent.
At that moment, Qi Lin, inside the city, was staring intently at the image on the terminal screen before him, lost in thought.
Currently, the world chat system in this world had not merged with those of other continents.
On this platform, he could control everything as he pleased.
In other words, the world chat had already become an internal communication channel under his rule.
He was the king here.
Not only that, but the lords here couldn’t contact other continents.
Some didn’t even realize this, mistakenly believing this continent was the entire world.
Faced with this situation, Qi Lin offered no explanation.
After all, he wasn’t worried about new traitors appearing.
Through the continental history knowledge delivered by the angel avatar, he understood deeply that the native races held a deep-seated hatred for any foreign race.
After all, from the long river of history, they had repeatedly faced the brink of annihilation by outsiders.
Such experiences made it almost impossible for lords and native races to form cooperative relationships.
More importantly, aside from the Sacred Hegemony Continent, the other two continents were already firmly under his control.
So he had no need to worry about this issue.
In the next moment, Qi Lin seemed to make a firm decision.
Without hesitation, he took out all the accumulated racial origin at once.
Brilliant, crystal-clear Origin Crystals appeared in his palm like dazzling gems.
As his thoughts turned, in the blink of an eye, dozens of avatars suddenly appeared in the vast hall.
Each avatar gripped a shimmering crystal in their hands and simultaneously began the fusion process.
In an instant, waves of vast energy erupted like volcanoes, soaring from the majestic Kirin City straight into the sky.
At that moment, all the residents and lords inside the city, regardless of status, turned their gaze toward the Lord’s Hall.
They knew these mighty energies originated from the unfathomable Lord’s divine powers.
However, witnessing so many dazzling pillars of light erupting at once was a first in their lives.
The brief but brilliant radiance vanished in a flash.
In the next instant, the once empty hall was filled with a host of diverse figures—winged birdfolk, short yet shrewd Goblins, towering and powerful treants, and skilled dwarves.
Without a doubt, they all hailed from the Plain Continent.
Compared to trusting those inscrutable subjects, what Qi Lin relied on most was always his own strength.
After all, only by turning these avatars into his eyes and ears, letting them quietly infiltrate every corner of the continent and fully grasp every change, could he truly be at ease.