The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Although everyone in the room was a level 60+ professional, they were all bewildered when they saw that the mission was to attack the Guardian City.

"Our human race's racial talents are at a huge disadvantage compared to the other ten races. Sending a hundred of us to attack a city is like throwing eggs against a rock!"

"Forget it, just getting some rewards and staying alive is enough."

"Then let's pick an easy target to attack."

Which of the ten clans is the weakest?

"Us!"

"Oh, this..."

At this moment, a selection panel appeared in the room, displaying the names of nine races, allowing the human side to choose which race's Glory City to go to for this week's mission.

[Dwarves, Giants, Demons, Angels, Orcs, Elves, Undead, Goblins, Trolls]

Please click on the race name on the panel to select one within three minutes.

[Remaining Time: 00:03:00]

The one hundred participants began to discuss the matter.

"We definitely can't go to the Demon Clan or the Angel Clan. One has a physical strength that is comparable to our second-tier professional, and the other can use magic and fly from birth."

"Yes, these are high-level races. In every Ten Races Battle, they are either first or second."

"Then let's choose between the dwarves and the goblins."

"Dwarves are naturally skilled in forging. They are all essentially blacksmiths, and the equipment they carry is incredibly advanced."

"Goblins are not to be trifled with either. They live underground, and although their combat strength is average, if we go to their territory, we won't even be able to find our way north."

"It was a tough choice."

[You have made your choice and are about to travel to the Angelic City of First Glory. You have ten minutes to prepare.]

Everyone: "!!!"

"Who! Who chose the angel race?!"

"Holy crap! I'm doomed!!"

"Which bastard ordered this? Are they trying to get us killed?!"

"I saw it, it was him who chose him, it was him!"

Song Gua was surrounded by everyone in the room.

At this moment, the face he had changed into through the dark bronze mirror was that of a middle-aged man with a full beard and a calm expression.

"Who are you! Where do you come from! You want to kill us? Believe me, we'll make sure you never leave the battlefield of the ten clans!"

Song Gua said calmly.

"The Angel race is the best choice."

Everyone was so angry they couldn't speak.

"Think about it, the Angel race always ranks high in points. If we lower their city defense value this time, their ranking will drop, preventing them from rising in the overall ranking. Wouldn't that increase our chances of rising in the rankings?"

Some people refuted the Song Gua.

"Ignorant! At your age, is this your first time participating in the Ten Clans Battlefield?"

"Exactly! No matter how skilled you are, you can only participate for one month out of four years. Even if the human race ranks first this month, they can easily catch up later!"

"What do you mean by 'ranked first'? With us, how many city defense points can we even score? We don't even know if we'll make it back alive!"

Ultimately, the crowd did not become so agitated as to kill Song Gua.

However, Song Gua was clearly isolated by them.

Everyone was discussing team formation and class pairings, and no one paid him any attention.

He just kept casting longing glances at Song Gua, as if he wanted a knife.

Song Gua was happy to have some free time, so he sat cross-legged and began to meditate to improve his source power.

He exclaimed with pride, "I'm so diligent! I'm using every spare moment to work hard and improve myself. If I don't succeed, who will?"

Incidentally, he tried switching positions.

If there are no problems, we can exchange them.

I wonder if we'll still be able to exchange them once we enter the Ten Clans Battlefield.

"in case……"

After all, it was Song Gua's first time entering the battlefield of the ten tribes, and he was not entirely at ease.

So he switched places and took in 30,000 clones.

Even if the position swap is no longer possible, he can still lead 30,000 clones to attack the city.

The ten-minute preparation time is over.

A dazzling white light illuminated the room.

Everyone felt a sudden sinking sensation beneath them, as if they were suspended in mid-air.

Not long after, I felt my feet touch the ground again.

When the light faded, they found themselves standing on a vast grassland.

A prompt appeared before my eyes.

[You have arrived at the Angelic City of Glory. During the mission, you may only move within the city's territory; you cannot enter other areas.]

[Task Time Limit: Seven Days]

[You will be automatically teleported back to your original world in seven days.]

[You may return to your original world at any time three days after the mission begins.]

After everyone landed, they were not far apart.

They looked around.

An experienced elder said.

"We should now be on the edge of the territory of the Angel Clan's First Glory City."

We had no chance against the angels, so we all found a cave nearby to hide.

Angels fly everywhere they go and rarely linger on the ground.

"Just survive for three days, then you can call for a portal back on your own. Don't throw your life away in vain."

The crowd whispered among themselves, agreeing that the old man's words made sense.

There are many burrows in the grassland, mostly dug by wild animals and pythons.

Clearly, the animals in the angel world are much larger than those in the human world.

Many of the caves are ridiculously large.

That's enough to hide these hundred people.

Just as everyone was looking for a hole to crawl into, Song Gua suddenly took to the air and looked around.

Seeing that he seemed to be preparing to fly away, someone couldn't help but ask.

"You idiot! Where are you going?!"

Song Gua smiled.

"Of course, we should attack the city, weaken the city's defenses, complete the mission, earn rewards, and accumulate more points for our human race."

"Are you going alone?"

"I'd be happy if you all wanted to come along."

"No, no, no..."

After saying this, Song Gua disappeared on the spot.

He didn't disappear; he just flew away too fast.

Judging from the speed at which he set off, many people felt they might have misjudged him.

"This guy may be a bit dim-witted, but he probably has some skills."

"So what if he has some special abilities? Even if he's decked out in divine artifacts, he's still all alone. How can he possibly conquer a city? Especially an angelic city? That's ridiculous!"

"Yes, the angels' city is the most outrageous. It floats in the sky. If we can't fly, we can't fight it at all."

"That idiot's gone to his death, forget about him, let's hide quickly."

The Song Gua flew towards the sky.

Glory City here is a main city with four guard cities.

The cities of the Angel race all floated in the sky, slowly rotating around the central point.

Their cities, viewed from afar, resemble castles that have flown out of a fairy tale, brimming with a dreamlike quality.

The mission required attacking the defense value of a guard city, so Song Gua chose the nearest guard city and flew there.

While in mid-air, Song Gua first released Magnet Brother.

"Magnetic Bro, get ready to give all our brothers who can't fly a pair of wings!"

Magnet Brother patted his chest loudly.

"No problem! My source energy has surged significantly, enough to support controlling the metal on tens of thousands of people simultaneously!"

Song Gua prepared a "power set" of one thousand clones for each of the Heavenly Kings who had become pseudo-spiritual beings.

The latter did nothing but meditate every day, and after meditating, he would have the Heavenly King absorb the resentment with the Stone of Resentment.

Therefore, loosely speaking, the source power cultivation speed of each bandit king is a thousand times that of the resistance king!