Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Chapter 387 Commanding the Generals

Xiao Ling treated Zheng Qian to a porridge made with lean meat from a demon beast. The porridge was fragrant and full of vital energy, and Zheng Qian felt full of strength after eating it.

The cost was high; it took ten military merit points from Xiao Ling.

One hundred military merit points can be exchanged for one low-grade spirit crystal, and one low-grade spirit crystal can be exchanged for ten thousand taels of gold. In other words, this breakfast cost one hundred taels of gold.

Based on the price conversion, one military merit point can be exchanged for one hundred taels of gold.

The meat in each fortress is all from the flesh and blood of the demon race, which can greatly replenish the cultivators' blood and energy and is an essential nutrient for them. The demon race's flesh and blood are obtained by the warriors on the battlefield. Their military merits are recorded, and the Strategic Alliance and the Radiant Legion then return the demon race's flesh and blood to the warriors, who use their military merits to purchase it, forming a virtuous cycle.

Go to the battlefield to kill demons and earn military merits, use these merits to strengthen yourself, and continue killing demons.

"This is Lei Ruichen, the Dragon Shaping Realm representative of the Strategic Alliance at Dawn Fortress. You will go to the battlefield with him." Xiao Ling introduced Lei Ruichen, saying very little. As for whether Lei Ruichen was willing to let Zheng Qian join his Thunder Demon Extermination Team, that depended on Lei Ruichen's wishes.

Lei Ruichen is also at the Dragon Transformation Realm. His Thunder Demon Extermination Team is one of the top teams in the Dawn Barrier, and it is full of geniuses he has recruited.

"Hello!" Lei Ruichen's voice was loud and clear, full of energy. His explosive muscles made him look like an iron tower, giving people a great sense of security.

Zheng Qian: "Hello!"

Looking at the handsome Zheng Qian, Lei Ruichen felt an urge to recruit him into the Thunder Demon Extermination Team, but he suppressed it. Early morning training didn't equate to superior combat strength. Even his disciple, who possessed extraordinary spatial abilities, would require further evaluation before joining his Thunder Demon Extermination Team.

The Thunder Exorcism Team doesn't accept trash.

A horn-like cry, like the roar of a dragon, echoed through the air.

Xiao Ling and Lei Ruichen stood up and walked towards the gate of the ramparts.

"This is the rallying cry. When the rallying cry sounds, it means we must prepare for war."

Beneath the towering city walls lies a spacious command platform.

Below the command platform, a large crowd had already gathered, with each realm—Transcendent Realm, True Core Realm, Liquid Aperture Realm, and Dragon Shaping Realm—standing in their respective camps. Who would fight each day depended not only on the previous day's registration but also on the coordinated battle roster by the relevant departments.

Xiao Ling did not sign up to fight. He stood with Lei Ruichen and the others in the Dragon Shaping Realm camp, waiting for the selection of generals and preparing to watch Zheng Qian's performance. He was a Liquid Aperture Realm expert and could not fight in the Dragon Shaping Realm camp.

When the bugle call stopped, tens of thousands of people stood quietly below the reviewing stand, waiting to be called upon.

A tall man descended from the sky, a sharp scar running from his eye to the corner of his mouth across his left cheek.

Zhao Nuo, the Grand General of the Radiant Legion, is a second-tier pseudo-god and is known in the army as the God of War Scythe.

Zhao Nuo, clad in silver battle armor and a white cloak with the two large characters "Guangyao" (Radiant Glory) fluttering in the wind, stood on the majestic command platform, his gaze piercing.

"Warriors, heed my command!" Zhao Nuo's voice resounded like thunder, making everyone present tense.

"The demon race is rampant, and the people are suffering. As heroes who protect this land, how can we sit idly by? We will confront the demon race head-on every day, and every battle will be a battle of glory for us!"

He raised the massive scythe in his hand, its cold gleam gleaming in the sunlight: "Let us forge the Iron-Blooded Rift with fearless hearts; let us defend the peace of our homeland with indomitable spirits! No matter how difficult and dangerous the road ahead, as long as we are united, the demon race will surely be defeated! Victory will ultimately belong to us!"

Zhao Nuo suddenly raised his giant scythe and roared, "Victory is certain!"

"We must win! We must win! We must win!"

In an instant, morale soared, and the warriors shouted in unison, full of fighting spirit, vowing to write their own legendary chapter on this endless journey.

Zheng Qian was also caught up in the atmosphere and roared, "Victory! Victory! Victory!"

Zhao Nuo extended his right hand, and everyone fell silent. A scroll radiating golden light descended from the sky and landed steadily in his right hand.

"Warriors who went into battle today, you are the bravest warriors of the human race. Wang Jingchao, Li Yuan... Lei Ruichen, Zheng Qian, Liu Jian..."

The list included Lei Ruichen and Zheng Qian, which Xiao Ling had added to this morning when he went to see Zhao Nuo. Lei Ruichen was supposed to rest today after working all night, but for Zheng Qian's safety, Xiao Ling still asked Lei Ruichen to lead his Thunder Exorcism Team into battle.

Yun Youzi was their idol, and even if Xiao Ling was unhappy, she had to consider Zheng Qian's safety.

"Where's that kid Liu Jian?" Lei Ruichen searched around and found that all the members of the Thunder Exorcism Team were present except for Liu Jian.

"Management must be strict. If one person falters on the battlefield, it will affect the entire team's combat effectiveness, and in severe cases, it could even cost the entire team their lives." Xiao Ling reminded Lei Ruichen, fearing that Lei Ruichen's lax management might lead to the loss of his teammates' lives. This was no joke; he would never be able to shake off the guilt for the rest of his life.

Lei Ruichen understood what Xiao Ling meant. The Thunder Exorcism Team he managed was very strict and there had never been a case of being late. Liu Jian was also very reliable. He suspected that something might have happened to Liu Jian.

"Get lost, don't disturb my sleep."

When Lei Ruichen went to call Zheng Qian just now, he heard angry cursing coming from the room. Lei Ruichen felt that the voice sounded very familiar. Now that he thought about it, wasn't it Liu Jian's voice?

Liu Jiangang had only been at the early stage of the Dragon Shaping Realm, the Bone Shaping Realm, for two days, and he had never roared angrily before, so Lei Ruichen didn't recognize him at the time.

Looking at Xiao Ling strangely, Lei Ruichen really wanted to tell him that he had hit Liu Jian. But after thinking about it, Lei Ruichen decided against it; saying such a thing would only embarrass Xiao Ling.

"Brother Lei, Brother Lei, I'm here." At this moment, Liu Jian ran over with a pig's head on his head, his eyes full of anger.

"I was sleeping in room number six of row three when some lunatic came in and started beating me until I passed out. I rushed over as soon as I woke up, but I was still late."

Xiao Ling was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the sky. He couldn't hear what Liu Jian was saying.

Lei Ruichen patted Liu Jian on the shoulder and comforted him, "Don't be angry anymore. Remember to lock your bedroom door when you sleep in the future. Let's just consider this matter over. Don't make a fuss about it, or I'll have trouble dealing with your lateness."

The Thunder Exorcism Team has rules: being late will either result in a 300-point penalty or expulsion.

Liu Jian nodded aggrievedly. The Thunder Demon Extermination Team had a great reputation in the Dragon Shaping Realm camp. If it weren't for his friend's connections and the fact that he had said many good things to Lei Ruichen, and that his combat strength was not low, he would not have been able to get in at all.

Zheng Qian looked at Xiao Ling strangely. This guy appeared somewhat unruly and carefree, but actually harbored a volatile temper. Given his temper, he would definitely say something, so why did he seem to feel a trace of guilt and look up at the sky?

Zheng Qian nudged Xiao Ling and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Do you owe him money? Do you want me to lend you some so you can pay him back first?"

"No, no," Xiao Ling shook his head vigorously, saying, "How could I owe anyone money? I just saw a patrol eagle flying by and it made me think about the war."

Zheng Qian was filled with respect. Xiao Ling truly lived up to his reputation as the alliance leader's grandson; even without participating in the battle, he was still contemplating the war, which was admirable.