High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

Song Chen listened slowly to what was said, which was very enticing. Yuan Qian's arrival was definitely not a spur-of-the-moment decision, and he was indeed very clever.

He leaned against a smooth rock, polished smooth by the sea, and looked at Yuan Qian kneeling on the beach.

The Sea Dragon Clan, one of the two great royal families of the ocean, is the son of the Sea Dragon King. He is forced to serve as a dog, pay tribute regularly, and hunt down his own kind for humans.

This plan essentially outsources all the logistical challenges of naval warfare to the strongest of the marine natives.

He understood; Yuan Qian wanted to become a "traitor to the sea," no, a double agent in the ocean.

"What's your name again... Yuan Qian, right? I'm asking you, do you want to be the King of the Ocean?"

Song Chen changed the subject and asked.

Yuan Qian's body trembled slightly, but he did not deny it.

"Yes, I want to live, my people want to live."

"The Sea Dragon Clan has ruled the ocean for decades. We know the structure of every trench, the weaknesses and habits of every Beast King, and which races can be subdued and which must be killed."

"After the war, I can help you maintain order at sea. You can't stay underwater forever. I can; I will carry out your will."

Song Chen looked at him. Yuan Qian was kneeling on the sand, his dark blue hair covered with sand grains, and his bare feet were cut in several places by seashell fragments.

This son of the Sea Dragon King, a sixth-tier Sea Dragon, chose to go ashore with a white flag raised and personally hand over the Sea Clan's intelligence to humans.

Because he was smart enough to know that the one who would win this battle was not Song Chen, nor humanity, but fear.

Once fear spreads among the beasts, it becomes irreversible. He was simply the first beast king to turn fear into a transaction.

But Song Chen still had concerns; the marine monsters were still too powerful.

With over two hundred sixth-tier beast kings, even if the Sea Dragon Clan defected, the remaining force would still be enough to flatten any coastal defense line.

He was hesitant to place such a large bet on a beast that had just surrendered.

Song Chen spoke again: "Yuan Qian, the resources, crystal cores, and regular hunts you mentioned are all negotiable."

"But there's one problem: the sea monsters are too powerful, I'm worried."

Yuan Qian had been waiting for these words. He straightened his back from the ground, and the fear in his eyes was replaced by an almost burning will to survive.

"I can hand over the coordinates of the distribution of all the powerful alien beasts in the ocean."

Song Chen's eyebrows twitched slightly: "All of them?"

"Yes, all of them. The coordinates of the lairs, patrol routes, and troop rotation patterns of every sixth-tier beast king of the eight royal families, including giant whales, sea dragons, and the eight royal families."

"After the ambush off the coast of the Canary Islands, my father compiled all of this intelligence and prepared it for the deployment of troops in the final battle. The intelligence was in the psionic network of the Sea Dragon Clan, and I could access it."

"Give me a little time, and I can draw a map of the ocean for you, marking out the location of every threatening beast king."

"Just charge in according to the coordinates. If you miss any of them, I'll pay with my life."

Song Chen smiled: "Okay, very good."

Yuan Qian looked up at him, his throat tightening slightly. He didn't know if he had made the right bet, but he had already put all his chips on the table.

When Song Chen looked at him, he thought that when Yuan Qian raised the white flag, the other party was just a deserter who wanted to live.

When he proposed the tribute plan, he thought the other party was an ambitious opportunist.

Now, seeing that Yuan Qian had actually revealed the coordinates of his entire family, he finally gave this sea dragon a complete evaluation in his mind: This guy is a qualified dog.

Be ruthless to the enemy, but even more ruthless to yourself.

What humans lack are people who can be ruthless, and so do alien beasts.

The resolve to surrender doesn't need to be proven with loyalty; betrayal will suffice.

Song Chen stepped forward, raised his foot and stepped on Yuan Qian's head, speaking condescendingly: "I agree to your conditions. The Sea Dragon Clan can be spared extermination and a piece of sea area can be preserved."

"As long as your information is true, you and your people will live."

"Furthermore, I will support you as the King of the Sea, and after the war, you will be in charge of the order of the seas."

"It's fake. You know the consequences yourself."

Yuan Qian's pupils first dilated sharply, then contracted violently.

He heard those four words clearly: King of the Ocean.

He had only asked to live, but now the other party was talking about the "King of the Ocean".

He had been the son of the Dragon King of the Sea for decades, and no beast had ever dared to use that word to describe him.

Now a human spoke up, his hands pressed against the sand, his head bowed deeply, his forehead buried in the sand, his voice hoarse and trembling: "From now on, the Sea Dragon Clan are the dogs of humans, your dogs, and will never betray you."

Song Chen removed her foot from his head: "Stand up."

"We'll talk about dogs later, let's draw the map first."

Yuan Qian got up from the sand, his transformed legs still trembling, but his eyes had changed from fear to a kind of ambition.

Song Chen led him into Tianhai City.

The guards of the East Fortress, seeing the barefoot Beast King prisoner following behind Councilor Song, all stepped aside to make way.

A confidential meeting room at the Martial Arts Research Institute of Tianhai University was temporarily requisitioned.

Song Chen waved his hand: "Come on, draw everything you know."

Yuan Qian drew the picture much faster than Song Chen had expected.

Three hours later.

Yuan Qian stood in front of the table, holding a psionic pen in his hand.

Before him was a huge psionic map, in which the coordinates of each sixth-tier beast king's lair, patrol routes, and rotation patterns were marked with different colors.

The Whale King's Court is red, the Sea Dragon King's Court is dark blue, the lairs of the eight royal families are orange, and the lone beast king, a scattered force, is gray.

Yuan Qian pointed to an area covered in red on the sea chart: "This is the Giant Whale Sea. The Giant Whale Clan currently exists at the sixth level, including the Giant Whale King himself, totaling thirty-one individuals, all of whom are concentrated in the Giant Whale Sea and the three surrounding trenches."

"The Whale King himself never leaves the royal court, while his two deputies take turns patrolling. This is the patrol route."

He used a stylus to draw an arc that stretched from the waters around the giant whales to the North Pacific Ocean.

"The patrols change shifts every six days, and there is a 15-minute gap during the shift change, which will create a gap in the fire coverage along the patrol route."

Song Chen leaned back in his chair, looking at the dense markings on the nautical chart.

More than two hundred red dots are scattered across various depths of the three oceans. Some are clustered in trenches, some are alone on mid-ocean ridges, and some are hidden in caves beneath islands and reefs.

If he were to search for them one by one, it would indeed take him several years.

He nodded in satisfaction. Good, the dog was well taken care of.