I started by enhancing cancer cells and uniquely obtained the Godhood Sequence.

The implication is clear: they have given up on competing with Earth.

The White Demon Minister naturally couldn't say much. The City of Life was important, but compared to the entire White Demon Clan, it wasn't something that couldn't be abandoned.

It has been decades since the City of Life appeared, and it has protected countless White Ghosts in several battles for supremacy among the myriad races.

It has now become a pillar of support for the White people, wouldn't it be a bit... to give up now?

Many of the White Demon ministers hesitated to speak, for the White Demon King before them was always tyrannical, and if a few words did not please him, they might all perish here today.

Hey!

They sighed helplessly in their hearts and could only shut their mouths and pretend to be mute.

The White Ghost King snorted coldly, turned his head and walked into the military tent, instructing the minister beside him:

"Send me one hundred Green-eared Clan slaves and one hundred Fish-spirit Clan slaves!"

The two races mentioned by the White Ghost King were both races that had lost in the past struggle for supremacy among all races.

They have completely lost their status as players, their divinely bestowed talents have been revoked by the Eternal Kingdom, and they have become homeless slaves wandering the Eternal Kingdom.

However, the former is particularly popular among lower-ranking races because it resembles the cat-eared race of the Eternal Orcs, and is loved by many players.

As a songstress, the latter's singing voice is naturally exceptional; in addition to singing, she is also skilled in other areas, both of which are outstanding.

The price is naturally exorbitant, and ordinary white demons are simply not able to afford it.

The White Demon Minister hurriedly said:

"My king, send one hundred beautiful women from the Green-eared Clan to join this army."

The White Ghost King glared at him sideways:

"Didn't all those feudal lords and princes come? I don't believe they didn't bring them."

"If my palace hadn't been seized by that bastard Lin Mo, do you think I would have looked down on these mediocre women under his command?"

White Ghost Minister: "..."

The White Ghost King glared at him and said:

"Hurry up and come back! If you still can't see anyone after we've chosen our battlefield, I'll be the first to slaughter you bunch of trash!"

The White Demon Minister broke out in a cold sweat and had no choice but to obey his orders and turn around to walk towards the princes' camp, secretly lamenting his misfortune.

Even if the princes and nobles brought singers and dancers with them to war, others might not be willing to give them to them.

It should be noted that the current feudal lords and princes are actually descendants of the first White Ghost King.

They are not even distant relatives of the current White Ghost King's royal family, having long since crossed five degrees of kinship.

The relationship between the two sides has always been strained.

Otherwise, when the White Ghost King mobilized his army a few days ago, he wouldn't have been unable to even summon the elite legions of several feudal lords.

However, with the battle for supremacy among all races imminent, they could not truly ignore the White Ghost King's orders. Only by unifying the White Ghost Clan could they survive in the battle for supremacy among all races.

On the other hand, several White Ghost ministers looked at the distant camp with some worry. If they couldn't get it back, would their heads be cut off?

"Damn it! With a major battle imminent, this is all he's thinking about?"

One of the white ministers cursed in this way.

"Silence! How far do you think he's from here?"

The people next to him turned pale with fright and quickly lowered their voices to speak.

"What's there to be afraid of? We won't survive a year in this guy's hands anyway!"

Someone sneered.

"Heh, that's true. Our king has become increasingly tyrannical these past few years. I wonder how long we can live?"

"Anyway, I plan to resign after this battle of the myriad races. Let whoever wants this damn minister position do it; I want to live a few more years!"

"Me too. If it weren't for the sake of the White Demon Clan's survival, why would we suffer like this?"

"Alright, alright, if you don't want to die right away, come with me to demand the person back. You know the temper of our White Ghost King. If we're even a little late... tsk tsk."

"Hmph, this concerns a matter of great importance to the clan, are you really going to let him make the decisions all by himself?"

"Isn't it always the same? We're useless except for whispering in each other's ears and offering empty encouragement."

"Alright, alright, let's hurry up and leave, we'll really die if we stay any longer!"

"..."

With trepidation, several White Demon ministers walked towards the camp...

……

……

"Damn Lin Mo, damn Blue Star!"

The White Ghost King grabbed the expensive red wine beside him, gulped down several mouthfuls, and a flush appeared on his face. He stared fiercely at the golden scroll through the tent.

"Lin Mo, you actually dared to choose a high-level battlefield!"

He squinted as he spoke.

Lin Mo's choice was so bold that Lin Mo couldn't quite figure out what the other party was trying to do.

But a moment later, he chuckled self-deprecatingly:

"Heh, just a newborn calf, thinking he can run rampant in the Eternal Kingdom just because he has a little talent?"

He gave a cold laugh.

The main reason is everything Lin Mo did before, from conquering the world instance to scheming against the City of Life, and then thwarting his series of invasion plans...

This is far beyond what a new player of a new race could achieve.

That's why he had the "illusion" that Lin Mo seemed to know everything.

In retrospect, it was nothing more than a foolishly clever act.

"Lin Mo, I'm waiting for you to die!"

He chuckled, picked up an exquisitely crafted wine cup next to him, and took another big gulp before looking up at the golden scroll on the dome.

At this point, there was very little time left to choose the battlefield of all races.

However, the White Demon King already had several options in mind.

This is also the area he guessed Lin Mo would ultimately choose, which is basically a low-level battlefield.

These battlefield maps generally have limited resources and are located in low-lying areas, making it almost impossible for them to produce fragments of world rules.

If you're lucky, you might even find epic-level treasures like the Aurora Longbow.

The races that usually choose these battlefields are usually newly emerging races that seek stability, as well as a small number of low-ranking races, and their strength is generally average.

These ordinary races are the "nutrients" for the White Demon Clan.

Of course, if you're unlucky enough to encounter a stronger race on the same battlefield, then you should just play it safe.

Even the strongest races wouldn't be significantly stronger than them, and there are plenty of targets in low-level battlefields. Generally, no race is so stubborn as to try to wipe them out, as the casualty ratio would be extremely unfavorable.

The White Ghost Clan has been able to survive and prolong its existence on the battlefield of all races only through this method.

"It's still better to choose this battlefield. The Walker Clan, the Crimson Feather Clan, and the Lantern Clan are all choosing this place. According to their intelligence network, there shouldn't be any particularly strong races here..."

He analyzed it to himself.

In fact, the White Ghost Clan's intelligence network was better than those of the lower-ranking races, and the information they collected basically confirmed this fact; this was merely the final confirmation.

"What a pity, my city of life!"

A dark glint flashed in the White Ghost King's eyes before he shook his head and refocused his gaze on the selected image.

Just as he was about to reach out to make a choice, a chilling aura suddenly came from behind him.

"Hidden Assassination!"

A very familiar white demon blade appeared before me.

"It's an assassination!!!"

The White Ghost King's pupils constricted sharply, and the next second he reached out and slapped his hand in front of him.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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