Chapter 677: Chapter 663: Prewar Planning The warship sailed through the ocean, stirring up a wave of blue, and in the blink of an eye, two days had passed, bringing the fleet one step closer to Flower City.
During these two days, the fleet experienced some attacks. After all, the White Dragon also needed rest and couldn’t be circling overhead for protection every moment. Those mutated sharks and octopuses launched harassment, and the most terrifying was a mature humpback whale charging towards the ships like an iceberg. If it weren’t for the Fallen Angel and the Inferior Demon acting together, the collision caused by this monster could have caused damage to at least three ships in the fleet!
In the end, although there was a fright without danger, it made the crew on the warship realize that this ocean was far from as calm as imagined. Without the assistance of advanced combat power, even with the Demon and Martial Cannon for defense, under such frenzied attacks, they would break into pieces of wood and sink to the bottom of the sea.
In such a situation, Chen Feng rather missed the Bottom-dwelling Demon Fish. As a mutated sea creature, its value even surpassed that of the soaring White Dragon.
However, having personally led the Bottom-dwelling Demon Fish to its demise, thinking of a way to summon another one might be the fundamental solution.
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It was late at night.
Mata, holding a dinner tray, knocked on Chen Feng’s door.
"Come in."
Hearing the calm voice inside, Mata pushed the door open and went in.
Chen Feng sat on a chair, a map of Flower City laid out on the table. As a once-modern century, finding out the distribution of surrounding cities was not as difficult as imagined. After all, this wasn’t ancient times when one might not manage to travel from south to north in a lifetime.
In a world once ruled by technology, sitting from the other side of the ocean to this side might only take a few hours. The emergence of airplanes and trains changed people’s perception of distance.
Chen Feng had been sitting on the chair for some time, looking serious as he analyzed everything that might be encountered next.
The opponent was more terrifying than any previous enemies because, according to intelligence, there were not only Beastmen infantry but also other long-range and flying riders on the opposing list.
If the human stronghold there hadn’t collapsed, Chen Feng might be a bit more relaxed. After all, the odds of victory are greater with both inside and outside cooperating. However, unfortunately, the human stronghold had already been annihilated. According to the information, there was no existence of a resistance army. The Beastmen, these creatures from a distant dimension, had become the new masters of Flower City.
And this is what caused Chen Feng the most distress, indicating that the war had already transformed from a direct confrontation into a siege battle.
Even though Order had the Demon and Martial Cannon, there were so many unexpected situations on the battlefield. Nobody knew what kind of ambushes and sneak attacks might occur the next second.
No matter what enemies are faced, one must give a hundred percent, or even more serious effort, which has always been Chen Feng’s principle.
Chen Feng picked up the warm porridge on the plate, took a sip, and inside was a touch of royal jelly, making the already soft porridge even more fragrant and sweet.
A legendary warrior can survive without eating because, as an existence above mere mortals, Chen Feng could absorb energy from the air to meet all daily needs.
But as a former human, Chen Feng still habitually maintained three meals a day. Being legendary doesn’t mean losing one’s sense of taste. After all, delicacies and women are pleasures even divine spirits cannot forsake.
Mata stood obediently to the side. As the leader of half-elves and a host of mutated creatures, this seemingly immature girl was actually one of the leaders of Order.
As a foreign power, the force she ruled seemed to have reached some kind of limit. But surprisingly, there were no clear voices of opposition within the camp, fundamentally because she was Chen Feng’s woman.
Mata was a half-elf, and anyone who approached her should be clear that she was far from just a pretty face, but a formidable character with both strength and resolve.
Ogres, goblins, half-elves, and Naga, the combined population of these four races exceeded seven thousand. Under Mata’s leadership, they formed some semblance of scale.
The highest growth rate undoubtedly belonged to the goblins. Initially ugly dwarfs numbering only in the hundreds, a year later, their number had already exceeded a thousand!
The goblins’ terrifying fertility is the fundamental reason they can survive in the Abyss. Even though demons and dark creatures occasionally launched attacks on goblins, as long as they were given a period of rest, their numbers would recover to normal in the shortest possible time.
The reason why goblins have such terrifying fertility is that the impregnation rate between males and females is as high as ninety-nine percent, a terrifying figure.
This means that goblins are naturally blessed with the trait of "hitting the target every time."
Powerful Giant Dragons, compared to goblins, seem more like a group of pitiful guys troubled by infertility.
Order does not tolerate waste, and this does not target humans only, for goblins and those dimensional creatures, this is also a crucial point.
Fortunately, Order possesses abundant food, and those little goblins don’t have to rely on plundering and thievery like their ancestors. As a newly born generation, they are educated in human language and architecture from a young age.
Reproduction, architecture.
These are the two abilities undoubtedly gifted by heaven to goblins. Compared to humans, goblins seem naturally endowed with the ability to build the most solid structures in the shortest time.
In terms of architecture, goblins are undoubtedly geniuses. Therefore, Chen Feng intends to cultivate those newborns in their studies of architecture.
As for Ogres?
Better not think about it. If Goblins can still become honorable foremen through hard work, then Ogres, after a lifetime, are at best brick movers on the construction site.
Intelligence is innate.
The heavens are unusually stingy towards Ogres. Apart from strength, all other abilities are in a severe deficit.
Not only humans, but those creatures from other Dimensions are also an indispensable combat force for Order.
Chen Feng gazed out the window at the distant sea, his expression seemingly lost in thought.
Here, we are not far from the City of Flowers. According to the map, by tomorrow evening at the latest, we can see the city ruled by the Beastmen. Everything is proceeding according to plan. All the Warriors are itching for a fight, and the continuous victories have given them immense confidence.
Chen Feng doesn’t plan to drag Order into the mire.
And this is the change he has made during this period. If you pay close attention, you can see that Order has shifted from defense to proactive offense.
Take the previous insect swarm, for example. Order was only on the defensive side, relying on thick city walls to protect the survivors. But in the subsequent battles, Order sent out its forces, whether it was Death Island or exploring islands; Order has extended the safety line hundreds of miles outward.
Chen Feng has painstakingly established a pure land, and naturally, he won’t rashly drag it into a deadly conflict.
Order is the foundation of everything.
Believers, professionals, and researchers, these are the three main classes Order is divided into now. If the battlefield were within Order, Chen Feng’s long-term planning might fall short.
It’s similar to those great powers in times of peace, using third countries as battlefields.
Behind the defensive and anti-war factions are shadows of two countries, or even a bloc of countries. They won’t rashly spread war within their own nations. Hence, they choose an underdeveloped country as the battlefield, and those countries provide weapons, food, and a series of aid.
No one wants to open the door and see a scene of thick smoke and ruins.
So, even if the Half-Beastman’s might isn’t enough to breach the ocean and descend upon Order, Chen Feng must prepare for the unexpected.
The battle will take place in the City of Flowers. Even if there is damage, it is still the Beastmen’s foundation.
"How are the Nagas preparing?"
After pondering for a while, Chen Feng turned his gaze to Mata.
Mata wore a green dress today, adorned with some floral patterns, giving her a rather pure look.
However, whenever it comes to serious matters, Mata’s expression becomes much more formal, and she said solemnly, "The special squad is around, and sixty Naga Warriors will cooperate with the Dark Department to eliminate the Beastmen’s outposts!"
"Rest assured, my Lord, not a single one will be left alive!"
A dense killing intent filled the surroundings, contrasting sharply with her appearance. Mata is not a naive lily; she possesses Golden Tier strength. She had willingly offered herself to Chen Feng for the betterment of her people. Such determination is not something the average person can rival.
Soft on the outside, firm on the inside.
Perhaps this is Mata’s true character.
"Alright, I understand. If this is successful, I’ll give you the reward you deserve." Chen Feng emphasized the last sentence.
Mata’s face flushed slightly; this was a secret code between the two. She nodded her head and walked out the door to begin preparations.
Chen Feng didn’t choose to rest. In less than a day, the fleet will clash with the Beastmen’s troops. In this time, he must strive to increase his trump cards.
Abyss, Demon Fortress.
Flora sat quietly in silence, cross-legged. As a Master of Fist, she needs to spend two hours meditating every day. In this state, she reviews her Martial Dao, making it easier to find her shortcomings.
This is a mysterious state of meditation, only creatures with exceptional mentality possess this ability.
And just as Flora was in an absolute serene state, she suddenly sensed something, abruptly opened her eyes, and saw a familiar mirage appearing in the crimson hue in front of her.
Flora rose from the bed, performed a gesture of submission, and said, "Master..."