Miss Sword Case had no idea what her best friend was looking at with that wordless book again; she only noticed that her friend seemed a little down.
She told the noisy children to be quiet so as not to disturb her best friend.
After a moment of reflection, Qin Ze put away the Chronicle of Time.
As the progress bar of the Source of God increased, Qin Ze's strength greatly increased, reaching the level of Demigod.
Now, when he faces Meng Die again, he is no longer overwhelmed by her as he was when they first met.
Brother Devour's voice then rang out on the Local Area Network: "The casualty figures have all been tallied."
" The First Legion suffered 9,000 dead, 12,012 missing, and 16,577 wounded."
"Among them, 43 Level Nine Martial Artist died, 398 Level Eight Martial Artist died, and 2,000 Level Seven Martial Artist died."
Qin Ze felt heavy-hearted.
The First Legion has been decimated.
The number of missing persons should not have been so high.
The Dark Tide's seawater arrived too suddenly, leaving the personnel stationed at the first line of defense no time to evacuate, resulting in their complete annihilation.
Qin Ze said, "We will recruit a new batch of warriors from the Sea of Glaze and the Molten Steel to supplement the First Army."
Brother Devour nodded. "I'm already doing it."
It's inevitable that the second batch of martial artists is not as strong as the first batch.
But there's no other way now.
After a moment's hesitation, Brother Devour asked, "Should we add some clones?"
The old folks on the Local Area Network immediately perked up their ears.
This is a good thing.
There's nothing more fun than showing off your skills in front of NPCs.
Qin Ze refused without even thinking, "My clones are no match for them."
One of the clones retorted, "Who said that? I can pee with perfect aim!"
The clone's thought process is different from that of an ordinary martial artist.
If you try to get them to merge with others, the result could very well be the opposite of what you want.
Qin Ze pondered for a moment and said, "However, I do have an idea to form a Beasts of Burden Legion."
Some high-difficulty, high-casualty, or even completely expendable missions can be assigned to the Beasts of Burden Legion.
Perfect timing, the old folks are really enjoying this kind of work.
Now that the progress bar of the Source of God has broken through the ninety-tenth mark, Qin Ze has become Demigod, and he no longer needs clones.
Instead of the arduous task of laying eggs as before, mass production can now be achieved by consuming divine power.
It can produce hundreds of Level Five Martial Artist at a time, with a cooldown time of about two days.
But Qin Ze certainly can't exhaust all his divine power every day.
The situation is rapidly changing, and anything could happen at any moment.
Qin Ze decided to use a small portion of his divine power each day to train the cattle and horses, and use the rest to deal with emergencies.
Qin Ze pondered for a moment and said, "How about this, temporarily extract five thousand clones to form a 'Beasts of Burden Corps,' which will be led by the Dharma King first."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Local Area Network instantly became lively.
"Pick me, pick me! I can write the word 'loyalty' with my eyes closed."
"Please choose me. I've been a player since the game's launch."
"Since he's getting old, he should step back a bit and give opportunities to the younger generation."
"Not a single bit can be left."
"..."
The Dharma King sighed, "So I'm running a marathon in Abyss."
He had barely reached the first line of defense when he had to run back to the Forest Clan.
One of the clones suggested, "Now that we've formed an army, let's think of a name for our legion."
The other old folks chimed in with their opinions.
"A super, invincible, cool, awesome, and awesome legion!"
"Let's call it the Beasts of Burden Corps,' it sounds pretty good to me."
"What the hell?! They might as well call themselves the Beast Corps!"
"Beast... Got it! How about the Raptor Corps?"
"That's great! Let's call it that!"
"..."
Soon, the name "Raptor Legion" gained overwhelming dominance.
Qin Ze said calmly, "Alright, let's call it that for now."
Brother Devour then added, " The Soul Orb have all been tallied as well."
"We now have a total of over 44,000 units in hand."
"Seventy-two S-Rank Soul Orb."
"Thirty-three SS-grade stones."
"Four SSS-grade stones."
Even ten Tide wouldn't yield this many high-level Soul Orb.
High-level beasts rarely appear in such large numbers, but this phenomenon will become more common as time goes on.
Brother Devour asked, "What should we do with these Soul Orb?"
Some of the Soul Orb were melted by the seawater; otherwise, there would have been even more.
Qin Ze pondered for a moment, "Take out ten thousand and give it to the Beasts of Burden Corps. No need to purify it, just let them eat it directly."
The strongest oxen and horses are only Level Seven now, so these Soul Orb can enhance their strength to some extent.
"Take the rest for purification, and give it all to the First Army."
The First Legion was at the forefront of this battle.
Although the Pretty God stuffed all the Soul Orb into her pocket, the soldiers of the First Legion wouldn't complain due to their loyalty, but they would still harbor some resentment. They couldn't let the soldiers bleed, sweat, and shed tears.
Qin Ze wanted them to know that as long as they were loyal, he wouldn't be stingy with Soul Orb.
Qin Ze asked, "What's the quality of the S-Rank Soul Orb?"
Brother Devour replied, "Their abilities are all pretty average, but the ability of one of the King-Level Soul Orb is quite good; it allows them to possess an external avatar."
Qin Ze pondered for a moment, "Twenty S-rank, ten SS-rank, half for Brother Devour and half for the Dharma King."
"Keep that King-Level Soul Orb that's an external avatar of Brother Devour."
"Use the rest for purification, and select a few suitable people to reward."
This number is reasonable.
Not too much, not too little.
After consuming these Soul Orb, both the Dharma King and the Brother Devour were close to breaking through to the Demigod.
From now on, Qin Ze will face only the Strange God.
However, many of their talents and abilities are useless in the battle against the Strange God.
Some of Qin Ze's current talents, such as pollen and Fog of War, are already outdated.
Furthermore, feeding S-Rank Soul Orb to ordinary cattle and horses requires feeding them experience, so it's better to feed them to Heavenly King and Level Nine Martial Artist of the Alliance.
In this way, the value of the Soul Orb can be maximized, and combat power can be quickly formed.
Furthermore, the Heavenly King's breakthrough from Level Nine to Demigod only consumes ordinary Soul Orb, and the required number would be astronomical. High-level Soul Orb can make up for this.
Ignoring the groans and complaints from the other users on the Local Area Network, Qin Ze made a decision directly.
Brother Devour said, "I've tried it; we can only retain a maximum of three innate abilities at a time."
Qin Ze said, "Based on your combat styles, you can create your own combinations."
Clown: "Damn it! What have I missed?"
The Mist Lord also asked, "Is it too late for me to rush back now?"
The Onmyoji's plaintive voice suddenly rang out. "Have you forgotten me?"
Qin Ze was taken aback. "Dude, who are you?"
The Onmyoji gritted his teeth. "I am me!"
Qin Ze was a little embarrassed; he had really forgotten about him.
"How about this, you'll owe me your Soul Orb for now."
"You'll go with the Dharma King to the Beasts of Burden Corps and be his adjutant. The next Soul Orb will definitely be yours."
The Onmyoji felt a chill run down his spine.
When will the owner of Demigod-Level Soul Orb finally be able to stand up?
Like the Magician, he slept very well. He had just woken up and found the battle was already over; he hadn't even had a chance to "debut."
Qin Ze said to Brother Devour, "Have someone send a copy of the report to Second Sister."
"I'll go check on A Sheng; I wonder if he's figured out a way to cross the sea."