Today's fourth update: Chapter 3480! 4/4!
The Dragon Race's vast intelligence network sprang into efficient action at once. Drawing on the connections and prestige it had cultivated over countless years, reports soon began to return one after another.
The first came from the Black Tortoise Race, which was close to the Dragon Race and likewise a royal race with a high Sequence Ranking.
When the Black Tortoise Race sent over the number "nine thousand four hundred" through a secret channel, unable to hide its excitement and ecstasy, the Battlefield Lord's heart skipped a beat.
Immediately afterward, another powerful S-Tier Vassal Race ranked thirty-second in the Sequence Ranking also sent word—their quota was six thousand nine hundred!
"Ten thousand... nine thousand four... six thousand nine..." The Lord of the Dragon Race Battlefield's hanging heart finally died.
There was no need for further calculations. A clear and cruel pattern had already been laid bare before the Dragon Race:
The quota allocation for this Final Saint War most likely followed the simplest and most direct rule—using the ten thousand slots of the Thousand Races Sequence's first-ranked race as the baseline, with one hundred slots deducted for every drop in Sequence Ranking!
Thus, the Black Tortoise Race was ranked sixth, so ten thousand minus six hundred equaled nine thousand four hundred. It matched!
That S-Tier Race was ranked thirty-second, so ten thousand minus three thousand two hundred equaled six thousand eight hundred!
Simple and brutal!
But this... was not the result the Dragon Race wanted!
"Our advantage... the quota advantage my Dragon Race has accumulated over countless ages, the foundation upon which we looked down upon all living beings... has been drastically weakened!"
The Lord of the Dragon Race Battlefield, who had overseen the actual wars of the two-tier battles, had disordered breath