“There are four continents in total. So, what is our target? Which one should we attack first?” the Demon avatar asked again.
“That brings me to the second point I wanted to discuss with you,” Tiger Rider paused.
“We must unite and focus our attack on one continent together first.”
His meaning was clear.
If the three of them, including the entire border force, wanted to invade the mainland, they could only choose one area to strike.
In this scenario, with the other two leaders mobilizing their armies to provide support, their own territories would be left defenseless.
They would have to face the risk of an immediate retaliatory strike from the continent corresponding to their own domain at any time.
The three of them fell silent.
This seemed like a multiple-choice question, but in reality, there was no choice at all.
Attacking individually and starting a war on three fronts was suicidal.
However, if they did not start a war, their current Level would remain their limit.
“Which continent should we attack first?” Qi Lin asked.
“Mundane,” Tiger Rider replied instantly.
Clearly, he had already formulated a plan.
“What is the reason?”
Although the Mundane Continent appeared the weakest, the chaotic Fallen Continent was also an attractive option.
“Because those fellows are the easiest to provoke. We only need to dismantle their alliance. Furthermore, as you have likely guessed, the Mundane Continent has the weakest overall strength among the four.”
Tiger Rider continued, “The Fallen Continent is chaotic, but the heritage of the three races there is incredibly powerful. Once we are pinned down, we will be dragged into a quagmire of war. The Golden Continent does not concern itself with worldly affairs, and there is no need for us to proactively provoke them. As for the Holy Continent, they naturally counter our border creatures. This gap means nothing between the truly powerful, but at the lower levels, our armies would never be a match for theirs.”
“Of course, the most important point is that we have informants in the Fallen Continent. Even if they are discovered, they can serve as a distraction to delay their interference.”
Tiger Rider explained the rationale behind invading the Mundane Continent.
Indeed, from this perspective, only the Mundane Continent was the most suitable target.
Furthermore, their conflict with those people had already escalated.
If they moved to attack other continents next, the three races of the Mundane Continent would certainly not stand by and watch.
“When do we strike?”
“There is no rush.”
Tiger Rider shook his head.
“Right now, you need to develop steadily, and we also need to recuperate. During this time, accumulate as many troops as possible—the more, the better. I will secretly send people to the Mundane Continent to stir up conflict between the three races and dissolve their alliance.”
Tiger Rider looked at Qi Lin.
“You can also send your own people. Have them gather intelligence on the continent, sow discord, or simply get used to the battlefield you will soon be occupying.”
“I understand. I will do that,” Qi Lin nodded.
Tiger Rider then went over some other matters, but from beginning to end, he never mentioned Dragon Rider once.
The other two avatars, also serving as Rider Generals, tacitly refrained from asking.
The impression Tiger Rider gave them was that he was the sole leader of the border forces.
The so-called Dragon Rider or Pig Rider were merely small characters, no different from the others named after the snake, horse, goat, or monkey.
After all, a Demigod was a peerless existence so long as a God did not appear.
Being the leader of the largest force in the border was more than enough.
The secret meeting soon concluded, with both sides harboring their own thoughts.
The border forces intended to set foot on the mainland again, while Qi Lin simply wanted to grow stronger and pursue that supreme position.
Since Tiger Rider told them to focus on development, Qi Lin would naturally comply.
Tiger Rider wanted them to develop in peace, but that did not mean the three races of the Mundane Continent—whose conflict with them had already reached a boiling point—would let matters drop.
However, this was also an implicit promise from Tiger Rider.
If those fellows dared to enter the border again, whether to purge the Rider Generals or to seize the subsidiary continents, he would ensure they never returned.
A God was the supreme powerhouse of a race, a collection of thousands of beliefs.
This destined a race to possess, at most, one God.
Demigods were not numerous either.
They were reserve Gods and the true rulers of their respective races.
Every move they made was watched by their God.
One could say that once a person became a Demigod, they no longer had the chance to leave their race; they could only live forever under the gaze of their God.
A God was proud but not selfless.
He would never allow one of his followers to stand on equal footing with him.
Of course, because they were sustained by the faith of the entire race, there were times when a God had no choice but to act, even if he was unwilling.
A God who lost his faith was like a plucked peacock—pretty but useless.
However, there were benefits to being a racial Demigod.
While their chances of becoming a God were zero as long as the current God lived, they were the top strength of the race and received the God’s protection.
A God’s gaze was not just for surveillance.
This was the difference between those Demigods and a Demigod like Tiger Rider.
Even with his great strength, Tiger Rider could not kill any Demigod of the nine races because those fellows could borrow the power of their God.
Although there was a price to pay, it was better than dying.
***
A few days later, the three of them had returned to their respective territories.
The events on the Terminal seemed to have vanished.
The only main quest remaining was [Conquering the Continent], but that was a long process.
How could ancient races that had developed for thousands of years be defeated by Lords who had only crossed over a few months ago?
Aside from that, there were no other activities.
The trading floor was as busy as ever, with Lords exchanging necessary resources.
The world chat was like a massive group conversation, incredibly lively.
Everything was the same, yet ‘everything feels like it has changed.’
The Lords seemed to be slowly integrating into this world.
Qilin City became increasingly prosperous.
The Alliance Hall within the city had become a landmark building, and the Lord’s Hall had transformed into a magnificent palace, symbolizing absolute power.
Three major powers existed side by side within the city: the oldest, the Demon Hunter Guild; the subsequent Church Knight Order; and the newly emerging Mage Association.
They handled cultural dissemination, talent recruitment, and bounty hunting, each performing their duties and progressing together.
In addition, Qi Lin established the City Guard to specifically maintain order within the walls.
He opened markets to promote economic flow and established a Research and Development Department to specialize in human technological advancement.
His goal had always been clear: to build this place into a prosperous human city.
The various races were managed in separate sectors of the city without interfering with one managed by others.
To a certain extent, this avoided racial conflicts and made management much more convenient.