Chapter 1340: The Crown Prince’s True Self (Part 3) (1/2)

Eventually, Yang Qi caught sight of what appeared to be vast fields of wheat, all of them just beginning to bear fruit. And it emanated an aura reminiscent of the preheaven beginnings of the god world and the universe.

He was secretly shocked at this Harvestland, which wasn’t a god kingdom, but a brewing fragment of the primal-chaos of the god world itself, instead.

He opened his Lord's Eye and saw how each stalk of wheat was fully three thousand meters tall. Furthermore, what they were growing wasn’t actually wheat, but fetuses, all of them pulsing with immense godhood.

It was extremely bizarre.

“This is the Harvestland?” Yang Qi said, looking around. “What are those things?”

“This is where the Crown Prince is growing his thrall army,” God-King Ruthless said. “Don’t ask too many questions. The Harvestland was originally a fragment of the god world that existed in ancient primal-chaos. The crown prince acquired it, then used a powerful divine ability to turn it into a smaller version of the god world. As for the crops, they’re actually the result of an ancient and boundless organic technology that combines psychic and daoist techniques to create preheaven martial-god soldier-kings. Right now, they’re only just beginning to grow.

“Most people assume the crown prince is only putting on a show of strength. But the truth is that his power comes from these martial-god soldier-kings. They require a huge amount of power to grow, and numerous perfect caliber godstones. In addition, they require all sorts of preheaven precious treasures and medicinal ingredients. They’ll eventually form the most powerful army in existence. In fact, these troops were originally designed to fight the Sovereign Lord and the halls of heaven, specifically, to counter the angels.”

“Martial-god soldier-kings?” Yang Qi frowned, never having heard of thralls like this before.

In the impure lands, immortal worlds, and the god world, thralls were a necessary aspect of all major organizations. And the mightiest of all thralls were angels, whose fighting prowess was second to none. Only slightly below them were the various forces of the Devilfolk, including the bronzeblaze fiend-devils, dark-gloom paleo-devils, asuras, and infernals, all of which had started out as thralls.

Later, the thralls became free, then proliferated and created new societies of their own.

As for what exact kind of thrall these martial-god soldier-kings were, Yang Qi had no idea. But he did know that the power on display in this Harvestland was incredible. It connected to the essence of the god world, and was absorbing all sorts of destiny.

As they neared the Harvestland’s borders, they could sense an immense power pushing against them, something completely unsurpassable. But then Nie Yinyang released a fluctuation of energy, which became a talisman that sank into the defensive shield.

That allowed them to pass into the fields. As they proceeded toward the middle of the Harvestland, they eventually reached an enormous altar, upon which sat a single individual who emanated the aura of a Paramount God. It was none other than the crown prince.

That altar was designed to absorb the fate of a nation and bring it here, to the middle of the Harvestland. It was a nation-fate altar.

The crown prince was absorbing the nation-fate of the Eternal-Life God-Dynasty and using it to create his martial-god soldier-kings. It was a clear case of taking advantage of public assets for personal use, and if he continued doing this, the nation-fate of the Eternal-Life God-Dynasty would eventually dry up.

That said, the martial-god soldier-kings were obviously the crown prince’s secret weapon, and once he finished creating them, he would be invincible.

These martial-god soldier-kings were completely beyond the compare of the reserve power of the House of God Ordainment.

RUMBLE!