The Behemoth Beast Emperor of the Beastfolk laughed heartily. "We never refuse an alliance. We know the benefits of joining forces. We Beastfolk were formed by many weak races coming together. Perhaps our numbers are vast, our races numerous, and our internal conflicts plentiful, but this is our way of surviving."
"If Your Majesty the Demon Emperor agrees to let us stay, we are willing to do everything in our power to hold this base."
The Demon Emperor sent a message to the Spirit Realm Teacher. "You can come out now. I have reached an agreement with the Beastfolk and will hand the Third Base over to them."
After the Spirit Realm Teacher came out and saw this utterly chaotic race, the teacher whispered to the Demon Emperor, "Isn't this race far too disorderly? Will keeping them here really help? They may have Perfect Gods, but based on my assessment of the Borderland Empire's failure..."
"An alliance of countless races will ultimately only fall apart."
The Demon Emperor smiled faintly. "The Beastfolk are different. They are accustomed to this model of cooperation, and they work together seamlessly. They can already be considered a single race."
The Spirit Realm Teacher nodded. "Since Your Majesty the Demon Emperor believes they can be useful, then they can."
"What should we do?"
Demon Emperor Daochen pointed at the enormous Puppet Army. "I will give this Puppet Army to the Behemoth Beast Emperor. I hope you can hold this base."
"I also hope we can fight together in the future."
The Behemoth Beast Emperor froze for a moment, stunned by the Demon Emperor's lavish generosity. "You're giving all of these to us? This Puppet Army is probably powerful enough to destroy the entire Beastfolk race."
This was no idle remark. One or two Primordial Gods