As Saladin spoke, the fluctuations in his Spirit Form remained calm. Xu Lang watched him through the Nightmare Eye the entire time, but he still noticed something.
Everything the old fox said was true, but his proposal heavily favored the Rakshasa Kingdom's Shepherded Souls!
Not playing favorites didn't mean he had no bias.
Saladin's mind simply worked that way, so the ideas he came up with naturally followed the same path.
"Do you two have any thoughts?" Xu Lang asked Song Fei and Harlan.
"I also think the Shepherded Souls need a clear hierarchy," Song Fei replied. "Without ranks, we can't establish a chain of command. That's bad for war."
Harlan nodded. "Clear rules would also prevent conflicts between the Shepherded Souls."
The Shepherded Souls often fought, bickered, and mocked one another.
"All right. Let's do it," Xu Lang said. He didn't even ask Saladin to explain the plan in detail before agreeing.
They were building the legion's structure as they went, improving it through actual combat.
If they wanted to get it right, they couldn't impose a rigid solution on everyone.
After a moment's thought, Saladin gave a brief outline. "I want to divide the Shepherded Souls into seven legions: three elite legions and four subordinate legions. Each legion would have three ranks: soldiers, commanders, and legion leaders."
The Grave Pasture held more than two thousand Shepherded Souls. Saladin remembered every detail about every one of them, and he knew how to deploy them to make the most of their potential in war.
Xu Lang knew the war god's talents well. "How will you choose the commanders and legion leaders? Purely on individual merit?"
Without a firm standard, the Shepherded Souls below them would probably refuse to accept it.
"No." Saladin shook his head. His wise eyes were tranquil,