The array flickered with blinding light. When Feng Feiyun's group walked out of the array, they found themselves in a vast field.
As far as the eye could see, there were army camps everywhere. Some were on the ground, some were arranged in the void, there was no end to it, and it was unknown how many cultivators were walking between the army camps.
"This is the Myriad-race Battlefield, Wood Spirit Warzone, 875th Barracks. Heroes of the human race, welcome to the frontier of the human race. Fight for the survival and prosperity of the entire human race."
A middle-aged man riding a Wind Beast flew out from a military camp. His entire body was covered in thick armor, and he held a Grade 9 Spirit Artefact spear in his hand. His body gave off an intimidating aura, and he looked like a god of war as he flew over.
This middle-aged man had a black iron order hanging from his waist. On it was recorded the number "18,159".
This iron order represented the number of military contributions he had made!
18159 military merits. This was a terrifying number. Even the ancestors of the ancient clans did not have so many military merits.
One hundred points would grant one the title of "Human Meritorious Hero" and gain the right to join the Immortal Might Army.
These people would be treated like heroes once they returned from the Myriad-race Battlefield. The Ancient Races would try their best to rope them in. This would grant them a high status in the Ancient Race.
One thousand points would grant them the title of "Human Meritorious Hero" and gain the respect of countless people. The Medial Clans would try their best to rope them in. They could even become a guest, a general, or a disciple of the Medial Clans.
As for those who could accumulate ten thousand military merits, they were already extraordinary. Every one of them was an overlord and could become a famous Battle King on the Ten-thousand Races Battlefield. When they returned to the human kingdoms, they could be granted a domain and establish their own clan or sect.
"Oh god!
It's a War Monarch! "
Rumble!
Everyone kneeled down.
Even the prodigies from the Ancient Races knelt on one knee. Their eyes were full of reverence. This was a form of respect for the strong.
Many half-demon elites were kneeling on one knee as well. Their faces were filled with excitement and respect for the Battle Monarch.
Meanwhile, Feng Feiyun stood there and gazed into the distance. He saw the figure of the War Monarch on the other side. Many cultivators also knelt down and saluted.
This War Monarch didn't just appear in one place, he appeared in many places at the same time.
"So this is only a projection of the War Monarch, not his real body." Feng Feiyun understood.
Although it was only a projection, it was a real person with flesh and blood. Moreover, it was extremely powerful. A single spear attack was enough to split the world.
It was just a projection, yet it was already so powerful.
"Go to the barracks and get your orders. Enter the battlefield and fight for humanity!
Anyone who can obtain military merits will be able to enter the Wood God Palace to choose a cultivation technique after returning. "The Battle King holding the spear instantly disappeared without a trace.
Hearing the words "Wood God Palace", the young geniuses from the various clans all became excited.
The ancient clans sent their disciples to the Myriad Race Battlefield to gain experience. Accumulating military merits was one reason, but another was to learn top-notch cultivation techniques.
One had to know that some of the cultivation techniques in the 10,000 Race Battlefield were something that even the medial clans would fight for.
These merit laws were left behind by the human ancestors who died on the battlefield. After being collected by the people who cleaned the battlefield, they were transported back to the battlefields and piled up like a mountain. If one was lucky enough, they might even be able to find a merit law left behind by an ancient sacred spirit.
Of course, one needed to accumulate enough military merits in order to go to the palace. Otherwise, they would only be able to stand outside and not enter.
The elite camp was in an uproar. Everyone was ecstatic. One should know that the reason why half-demons were weaker than the descendants of medial clans at the same level was because their merit laws were too low in level. Meanwhile, the descendants of the ancient clans all cultivated top merit laws.
Half-demons had weak constitutions and impure bloodlines. Moreover, their merit laws were far inferior to others. How could they compete against the Ancient Race disciples?
But now, they had a chance to turn things around. As long as they accumulated enough military merits, they would have the opportunity to choose merit laws. How could they not be excited?
Even the four seventh-ranked half-demons were moved. They quickly went to the barracks to get their orders.
While the half-demons were excited, Feng Feiyun was still very serious. The Myriad-race Battlefield wasn't a fun place. Gaining military merits was easier said than done. Even a narrow escape wouldn't necessarily be enough.
At this moment, his eyes were focused on a stone tablet. On it was an introduction about the Wood Shenjia Battlefront.
The Wood Spirit Warzone was a part of the Dead Cloud World Battlefield. It was a low-level warzone that included a minor thousand world, 657 high rank secret realms, and 7800 intermediate rank secret realms. There were countless low-level secret realms as well.
These low-level warzones were low-danger zones. Most of them belonged to the post-war warzones. To put it bluntly, most of the wars had ended and humans had conquered these places.
However, there were still many demons that were scattered or defeated in these secret realms. The cultivators who came to the Wood Shenjia battleground wanted to find these demons that were still alive and kill them in order to obtain military merits.
Although it was only a post-war warzone, Feng Feiyun didn't dare to relax at all.
"Your Half-Demon League has also come to the Wood Spirit Warzone. What a coincidence!"
Eighth Young Master Gu slowly walked over. He was wearing an Iron Armor Divine Armor and was followed by two energetic young prodigies. They had powerful auras and were able to force back the Half-Demon Elder who was at the third level of Nirvana realm.
Without the Meteoric Spirit Stone's suppression, Eighth Young Master Gu's cultivation erupted completely. It was so powerful that no one dared to look at him directly.
Behind them were tens of thousands of family troops that covered the sky. Clearly, they were the family troops that had come to the battlefield to protect them.
This was the foundation of the medial clans. An outstanding descendant would bring tens of thousands of cavalry to the battlefield.
Moreover, there were countless prodigies in the Gu clan. Eighth Young Master Gu wasn't the only one here. If each of them could lead tens of thousands of cavalry, it would be even more terrifying.
Eighth Young Master Gu intentionally looked at Feng Feiyun and smiled: "I wonder which warzone will your Half-Demon League go to?"
Feng Feiyun lightly replied: "The seniors of our Half-Demon League have their own arrangements. There's no need for Eighth Young Master to worry."
Eighth Young Master Gu smiled bitterly: "If your Half-Demon League wants to gain merit, then go to the Tiger's Roar Minor Thousand World. That is the biggest battlefield in the Wood Spirit Warzone. All of us from medial clans have to go there to train. I wonder if your Half-Demon League has the courage to do so?"
The Tiger's Roar Minor Thousand World was the most dangerous place in the Wood Spirit Warzone. It was also the place where the demon race gathered the most.
"Who says we don't have the courage?
We will definitely go to the Tiger's Roar Minor Thousand World. "Shi Dakai waved the Burning Lightning Warhammer in his hand.
Feng Feiyun furrowed his brows and said: "Dakai, don't talk nonsense. The warzone is decided by the commanders, not us."
"That's right, our Half-Demon League won't go to the Tiger's Roar Minor Thousand World. We're going to the Red Cliff High Rank Secret Realm."
A cyan fire lotus blossomed in the void, and a burst of light that illuminated the entire sky burst forth. Within that cyan fire lotus, there was a slim and blurry figure.
Sir Qing Ji.
The Red Cliff High Rank Secret Realm was one of the 657 high rank secret realms in the Wood Spirit Warzone. It was also an extremely dangerous warzone, but it wasn't as dangerous as the Tiger's Roar Minor Thousand World.
Feng Feiyun slightly nodded. This decision from a commander of the Half-Demon League was within his expectations.
The Half-Demon League didn't have many people and it was their first time coming to the Myriad-race Battlefield. They had to be careful or they would be completely wiped out. Choosing the Red Cliff High Rank Secret Realm was a conservative choice.
Eighth Young Master Gu became more reserved after seeing the appearance of the seventh rank half-demon: "The Half-Demon League's foundation is already weak. Not going to the Tiger's Roar Minor Thousand World is the right decision. Just wait and see how we make great contributions!
Haha! "
Eighth Young Master Gu was also very wary of the Tiger's Roar Minor Thousand World. He wouldn't have the guts to bring his clan's army alone.
This was mainly because they had gathered many prodigies from medial clans and Liu Suzi had joined forces with a few immortal cities and sacred palaces. This was why they dared to enter the Tiger's Roar Minor Thousand World.
The Half-Demon League's commander choosing to train in a high rank secret realm was definitely the right decision.
Of course, this didn't mean that there were no dangers in the high rank secret realms. Even Heaven's Emergence Sages could fall.
"Commander, why don't we go to the Tiger's Roar Minor Thousand World?"
Shi Dakai clutched his hammer and stared at Eighth Young Master Gu's departing figure, wanting to smash him.
Lord Qing Ji said: "We can still train in the Red Cliff High Rank Secret Realm and accumulate contributions. This is the Contribution Handbook. Everyone, take a look. We're going there now."
Lord Qing Ji shot out a blue light from her hand. The light wrapped around a book and flew into the minds of the half-demons. It was the Military Contribution Handbook.
At the same time, a seventh rank half-demon took out a wormhole spirit stone and locked onto the spatial coordinates of the Red Cliff High Rank Secret Realm. He opened a wormhole gate and all five hundred half-demons jumped in.