Nobody told me this wasn't a game.

Both sides are revealed at this moment.

Zuo Chang saw that what was coming towards him was indeed a city. The general of the opposing community was a genius. He actually built a magnificent city next to the "Fog of the Border".

On the opposite side, countless adventurers climbed the city walls, waiting for the "Promised Day" to arrive.

When the two sides met, they shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

"What a huge city! Much bigger than Heavenly King's City!"

"Wow, our neighbors seem to be very successful!"

The city across the street is truly luxurious.

The city wall, which is forty or fifty meters high, cannot be described as majestic. When Zuo Chang looked up, he felt as if the sky was tilting down, and the oppressive atmosphere was overwhelming.

The moat was deep and wide, and the city gates were decorated with a lot of gold, so shiny that it was hard to look away.

And look at the citizens standing on the city wall—

Seventy percent of them have reached the ninth realm of cultivation!

In comparison, the 96511 adventurers standing atop the wild mountain looked like subjects of a third-world country, utterly pathetic.

"Community 1555".

The god remained expressionless and spoke calmly: "For 96511, this is indeed a behemoth. If they harbor ill intentions, I'm afraid our days will not be easy."

Zuo Chang asked, "Will they?"

"Nine times out of ten."

"..."

Zuo Chang had no ambition to become a hegemon. He was willing to be a general, but if it came to the idea of ​​"one general's success built on the bones of ten thousand," he would rather decline.

But he had considered possible actions in 1555.

He asked, "Because the 'General's' authority is basically granted and guaranteed by you, right?"

The God of Heaven glanced at Zuo Chang and said, "You've thought it through very clearly! That's right, that's why I'm pessimistic about the world's trajectory in the near future."

In the age of gods, the authority of a general in a community was guaranteed by the gods.

If anyone disagrees, they can challenge authority through the Gift Game "Black Goat" or "Dark God Statue" and seize power through limited struggle.

but now……

The gods are gone.

With the legitimacy of the Grand Generals no longer strongly guaranteed, if they wish to maintain their power, they must consider cultivating their own prestige.

How should one cultivate prestige?

The most direct way, of course, is to launch a war.

For example, now, the general of 1555 launches a war against 96511 and completely conquers everything in 96511 with a complete victory.

A resounding victory is enough to establish prestige;

Distributing the spoils of war can further solidify one's rule.

Zuo Chang was willing to believe that the Grand General of 1555 would do such a thing. What did it matter if the people of 96511 suffered a little in order to ensure the continuation of his power?

"boom!"

Just as they were pondering this, the gate of the city opposite suddenly slammed shut.

A well-organized motorcycling cavalry force of about a hundred men swept out of the city, escorting a golden jeep past Zuo Chang.

A black flag with the character "Song" written on it was also hanging on the jeep.

The deity explained, "The general of 1555 is surnamed Song, and his given name is Zhen. His skill level is so-so; he's considered strong among the twelve realms, but it will be difficult for him to advance any further. The person carrying in this carriage should be Fan Kou, a diplomat under Song Zhen's command."

Zuo Chang was taken aback: "How do you know so much about this?"

“I have a small booklet with information about all the communities. I knew long ago that the promised day was inevitable, so I looked up information about the community next to 96511 in advance—you only have 1555 next to 96511, so remember that.”

"What about the little booklet?"

The deity shook his head: "It's too thick. I found it too heavy, so I didn't bring it with me."

"is it?"

Zuo Chang was no longer surprised by the whims of the gods.

……

……

The motorcycle convoy sped along, seemingly without a destination in mind.

In 1555, a diplomat sat in a jeep, looking out the window at the beautiful scenery—how long had it been since he had seen such a sight?

“A beautiful and magnificent landscape, isn’t it, Lord Fankou?”

From the passenger seat, Fan Kou's assistant spoke.

She turned around and smiled, "There are advantages to being primitive. Since the advent of industrialization, such pristine scenery has become extremely rare."

Fan Kou's expression was indifferent: "Being primitive has no advantages. Does this scenery belong to 96511? No, it already belongs to us. As long as General Song gives the order, all the good men of 1555 will come out in full force, and taking over this backward land will be effortless!"

"You are right."

The assistant bowed his head slightly.

Soon, she asked again, "But... General Song seems to have no intention of invading this place. He seems to prefer to form an alliance with the ruler of 96511."

"He will give in."

Fan Kou's face showed disdain, and his tone even carried contempt.

He closed his eyes slightly and said, "General Song will soon understand that this is no longer an era where his word is law. Without the protection of the gods, he no longer possesses a unique aura. He must learn to be tolerant and yielding, otherwise—his time as a general will not last long!"

"Lord Fankou, there is a city ahead."

Just then, a motorcyclist reported in a deep voice through the car window.

Even if you shout yourself hoarse while the vehicle is speeding by, you may not be able to communicate.

However, the rider used magic, so even though he didn't shout at the top of his lungs, his voice still reached Fan Kou's ears steadily.

Fan Kou opened his eyes: "Approach immediately! We need to give this 96511 a little—a shock to the higher-level community!"

"Yes!"

Upon receiving the order, the riders immediately led the way, guiding the convoy toward Tianwang City.

Chapter 304 The Acting City Lord of Heavenly King City

The roar of engines echoed across the plains as the motorcycle convoy sped along, soon arriving before a city.

King City!

"Tianwang City..."

Fan Kou scoffed, pointing at the city gate, and commented, "That's how low-level communities are; they always have unrealistic fantasies. Another fool comparing himself to a heavenly king!"

The assistant chimed in, "It's laughable to look at them. How could they possibly compare to the Heavenly King General?"

The gates of Tianwang City were wide open at this moment.

Large crowds lined both sides of the road, with banners standing out prominently among them, clearly reading: "Warmly welcome the high-level community to visit and provide guidance."

One hundred silver-white motorcycles led the way; what an impressive sight!

As the convoy passed by, whispers erupted from the crowd: "They're here! As expected of a high-level community, look at this spectacle!"

The assistant clearly sensed the enthusiastic atmosphere. She paused slightly, then smiled and said, "This General 96511 seems to be a wise and sensible ruler. He guessed our arrival and specially prepared a welcoming ceremony."

Fan Kou felt the same way.

He chuckled softly and said, "Being so reasonable isn't necessarily a good thing. A conquest without bloodshed is meaningless. To truly subdue the people of 96511, a massive, earth-shattering massacre is still needed!"

The motorcycle convoy continued on its way.

Although it was their first time visiting Tianwang City, the city lord had clearly made arrangements. The convoy proceeded along the road and soon arrived at the city lord's mansion.

A group of people were already waiting in front of the city lord's mansion.

This group was utterly pathetic; their leader was only at the seventh level of cultivation. His unease was palpable; he tiptoed to the jeep but dared not approach.

In contrast, the visitors from afar were clearly more relaxed.

He stood tall and straight, straightened his fine clothes after getting out of the carriage, and then slowly walked up to the man: "Are you... the city lord of Tianwang City?"

"no no."

Gulu.

The man by the roadside put on a fawning face and said, "I... uh, I'm the steward of the city lord's mansion, and I just took office today. You must be the esteemed guest from the 'Upper Community'?"

Fan Kou nodded: "I am Fan Kou, from Community 1555. I have come here on the orders of my general to make contact with your leader—I ask you, where is your general?"

"This……"

do not know.

At this moment, Tianwang City is in complete chaos. Most residents' memories are still stuck in the era of Lord Qian Wuyi, and in fact, his successor, Arc Light, has disappeared without a trace. Who exactly is the current lord of Tianwang City...?

Actually, nobody knows.

The man in front of Fan Kou was originally just a minor official in the city lord's mansion. A few hours ago, he suddenly received a notice that he was now the manager of Tianwang City!

Before he could even figure out what was going on, he was entrusted with an important task: that distinguished guests from the "high-level community" were coming today, and he was to stand at the door and greet them.

As for the appearance and name of the distinguished guest, they knew nothing about them.

The new manager didn't even know if it was the person in front of him.

Since things had already come to this point, there was no point in hesitating. He gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Fankou, I've just taken office and am not familiar with the situation... The acting city lord is inside. Otherwise, I'll take you to see him!"

Acting city lord?

Has the position of the city lord of this Heavenly King City just changed hands?

The promised day arrived too suddenly, and Bankou knew nothing about the situation of 96511.