"I am a Child of War, the owner of Infinite Legions. Without an army, I am nothing. If you want me to do anything, then give me enough troops."
Yet this new king had so directly demanded an army.
Give him one? How could they?
Since those formidable Black Fire Army troops had come here, they were destined to be incorporated into the new cannon-fodder legions.
Give him another army? Let him use those strange powers to threaten others?
Some of the Fishmen higher-ups sneered, some mocked him, and some simply ignored him. In their eyes, from the moment this fool had voluntarily come to join them, his miserable fate had already been sealed.
If he was unlucky, he would become slave cannon fodder. If he was lucky, he would become some big shot's tool.
Boom!
But now that the foreign invaders' army had broken in from outside, there was naturally no time to waste.
Send him out as cannon fodder? His calm expression, along with the Black Flame slowly burning around him—those eerie flames that had never ceased or diminished—was enough to make people uneasy and afraid in this Ocean World.
"Forget about it. Go meet the enemy first."
A demigod was the first to speak.
When this Fishmen big shot led the army of his world out to meet the enemy, the other high-ranking combatants also rushed out in accordance with their prior agreement.
The only ones left in the camp were naturally some scattered troops who had only recently defected, and the largest force among them appeared to be this "Black King."
Several big shots had actually taken a liking to him and had even made private promises.
If nothing unexpected happened, he would become one of the lords of another world. Such a useful "tool" and