Summit Farmer

Sitting cross-legged there, Peter Brown examined the state of his Elixir Sea. He believed that as this great battle progressed, he would surely acquire a significant amount of rule force.

Indeed, as Peter's Divine Sense invested, he was pleasantly surprised to see a vast amount of rule force gathering in his lower dantian, with these forces merging and melting the sealed place of the Elixir Sea.

Wave after wave of rule force surged, rapidly melting the sealed area.

Especially the small opening that initially was just a tiny slit, had now widened noticeably.

His energy!

Seeing the energy surging out, Peter's eyes gleamed. This energy represented the recovery of his cultivation.

Although only part of his energy was emerging, with the arrival of such forces, the martial prowess Peter could exhibit would be further enhanced.

If previously Peter could only display power below the Qi Refining Stage, with this influx of energy, he could now exhibit power at the Foundation Establishment stage.

In the Mortal Realm, martial prowess at the Foundation Establishment stage was already considered top-tier. Even those hidden experts in this world probably only possessed such power.

Peter was unsure if top-tier warriors existed here, but on this battlefield, he believed it was sufficient.

Endless energy flowed from the Elixir Sea, continuously impacting the sealed place, causing it to loosen amid the impact.

Has it started to loosen?

Having a baron's noble title already achieved such a degree of power made Peter even more eager for higher levels of development.

"Have you sent the message to the Capital City?" Peter asked a subordinate. Naturally, these matters were handled by his subordinates.

"Report! General, it has been sent."

Peter nodded slightly and asked, "Have you found the herbs I need?"

"Response to the General, this place is essentially an herb base and a large trading market. There are plenty of herbs stored here, and the herbs the general requires have been found. Furthermore, the quantity of herbs available here is substantial, and they have all been gathered here according to the general's request, ready for use at any time."

Looking at this subordinate, Peter felt satisfied. These people were originally the best in Military, and after undergoing Genetic Transformation, their loyalty was unquestionable. As long as he gave an order, they could accomplish the task, saving him a lot of effort.

After standing up, Peter walked into the courtyard and then ordered the place to be sealed, forbidding anyone from entering as he began preparing medicine there.

Three hundred and sixty thousand Genetic Army!

Peter couldn't help but get excited. With such a force in hand, he wouldn't have to worry about the two million troops from the Foreign Tribe.

Thinking about the two million troops, Peter was momentarily taken aback, and then he realized he had to deduct forty thousand of our troops, which meant the Foreign Tribe only had around one million troops left.

Only one million!

"Where is the large army of the Foreign Tribe now?"

Peter also considered this, and asked about their whereabouts.

"The imperial court has dispatched the Eastern Legion. They have a force of 800,000. According to what we know, the million-strong Army of the Foreign Tribe is heading towards them."

One million against eight hundred thousand?

Peter looked at his subordinate questioningly.

Soon after, Peter thought of something: each Legion of the Empire should be roughly a million troops. If the Eastern Legion dispatched 800,000, there should be 200,000 still stationed there. Maybe this time, the Foreign Tribe intended to lure the Eastern Legion away.

Perhaps there will be a great battle in the Land of the East!

Even though the Land of the East is close to the sea, who rules out the Foreign Tribe entering from the sea?

The situation seemed even more dire!

Peter, realizing this, naturally would not take it lightly and swiftly continued preparing his medicine.

At this moment in the imperial court, the Emperor appeared increasingly muddled, sitting there, asking his people: "What is the current situation?"

He hadn't presided over the court for several days, and the ministers were deeply worried. The situation in the Northern Region wasn't good, and although Peter Brown's army of around a hundred thousand was stationed there, no one believed Peter could withstand the mighty Foreign Tribe Army.

"Where is the Eastern Legion?"

"Your Majesty, the Eastern Legion has reached Thick Soil Slope, but the Foreign Tribe has also sent a million troops to meet them, seemingly ready for battle."

Hearing this, everyone's faces turned grim. The Foreign Tribe Army was already strong, and now with an additional 200,000 troops, this battle seemed challenging.

One minister said, "The Eastern Legion has a million troops. Why not deploy all of them?"

"The Land of the East needs protection, keeping 200,000 to prevent chaos."

As the ministers were discussing, suddenly, a report came from outside.

When a bodyguard led an exhausted messenger in, seeing his bloodied condition, everyone had a bad feeling.

"What news?" At this point, the Emperor also opened his eyes, sensing a deep crisis.

"Report, the Alien Coalition Army suddenly approached by sea, with a million troops. They have already breached the Land of the East, capturing many cities, and are advancing towards our interior."

"What?" After hearing this news, all the ministers were stunned.

Indeed!

Some ministers wore bitter expressions. They had expected trouble from the Foreign Tribe Army, but they never anticipated that the tribes had formed a coalition army, launching an attack precisely after the Eastern Legion was lured away.

"Ah!"

Upon hearing this, the Emperor coughed up a mouthful of blood, then collapsed.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

All the ministers panicked; they hadn't foreseen such a turn of events.

What to do?

It was evident that the Eastern Legion was likely in jeopardy. With just 800,000 troops facing a million from the Foreign Tribe, and now learning about the coalition, everyone speculated that the Eastern Legion might face not just a million but possibly more troops attacking them, likely leading to their destruction.

If the tribes have united, what about the Southland and the West?

Everyone's heart trembled violently. With His Imperial Majesty in trouble at this time, should the coalition armies of the tribes arrive, no one could predict the chaos that would ensue.