"Had I been a little too reckless?"
When Zhao Zhou handed over the budget list for a Level 6 Royal City, Zhang Yang could not help thinking that.
His Village Building Order authority was only enough to construct a Level 1 Royal City. The Level 6 Royal City before him depended entirely on Zhao Zhou, a legendary architectural master, to build, so inevitably, the resources required were astronomical.
Once this thought flashed through his mind, Zhang Yang seriously pondered it for several minutes.
Then he reached a conclusion: if he did not take risks now, he would never have the chance again.
First, this was still the opening phase of the Hidden Dragon Hegemony. No one—not even those opponents whose strength was above the transcendent level and who had obtained a Level 1 War Medal—could build a Level 6 Royal City at this point. Most likely, no one wanted to build one either, because the resources it consumed were simply too great. If an opponent set their sights on it, they would be finished. It would be more worthwhile to forge five thousand transcendent soldiers instead. After all, this was a struggle for supremacy, not a construction tournament.
Second, Zhang Yang was currently a hidden figure. Everyone believed that he had assumed Dong Cheng's identity and was living like a mole in Bald Head Ridge Fortress. Thanks to his previous stockpiles and the support of that cheap father-in-law, as long as the Devil army did not launch an all-out attack, that fellow Dong Cheng could continue drawing attention away from Zhang Yang atop Bald Head Ridge for at least five years.
Third, there was his location: deep in the rear of the Devil Race's main camp, in a desolate wilderness rarely visited by humans, a place even the Devil Race