Summit Farmer

This battle was hardly suspenseful. From the very start, the foreign tribe army was already being schemed against by Peter Brown, unable to launch a decent fight, which was completely unexpected for everyone.

Watching the ranks of prisoners being led into Ling Distant City, Peter Brown could only shake his head, delving into his own plans. With the existence of gene soldiers, a defying force of nature, the defeat of the foreign tribe's army was inevitable. Peter even felt there was an unfair advantage in this victory.

Nevertheless, this battle was also a significant ordeal for Peter Brown; the result was favorable for him.

Standing there, Peter Brown immediately observed the situation of his Elixir Sea. This battle directly resulted in the slaying of over 500,000 troops, and with such a massacre, Peter was confident that his gold rule power would significantly enhance.

Indeed, as Peter Brown invested his divine sense into his below the navel, he saw another substantial opening at the sealed area of the Elixir Sea.

A massive surge of energy gushed out from the Elixir Sea.

This time, the transformation of Peter Brown's entire body was immense; he clearly felt a significant enhancement throughout his body, and his combat strength multiplied several times over.

With his current combat strength in this realm, should there be no opponents now?

Thinking of this, Peter Brown also sighed; no matter how strong one's personal power is, what does it matter? This test was about the fusion of the gold rule scenario. If one hasn't reached the rank of Earl, all gold rules couldn't merge, hence not accomplishing one's task.

Thus, one must temporarily obtain the noble title from the imperial court.

"Report, the entire battlefield is cleared." After an indeterminate length of time, the deputy general came to report the result of the battle.

"Speak."

Peter Brown spoke in a deep voice.

"In this battle, our army lost over eight thousand, with more than ten thousand severely injured, killed fifty-two thousand foreign tribe army, captured 500,000, and seized a large amount of material, countless food, sufficient for our army's needs."

Peter Brown nodded slightly, having this battle concluded, there should be no major wars in this region for a short period, providing him some time. After deploying troops to attack in various directions and regaining some cities, food will suffice to sustain the army.

"Order the entire army to return to the city."

Peter Brown now has numerous tasks, among which the most important is to assimilate these 500,000 enemy soldiers.

Now possessing 500,000 troops himself, combined with these 500,000, a million troops are in hand. With such a force, who would dare challenge him?

Gazing once more at the foreign tribe soldiers, Peter Brown devised a new thought; a complete foreign appearance is not ideal—the best strategy is to transform them to resemble his own race.

With this in mind, Peter Brown strode towards Ling Distant City like a headless knight.

Others may lack this means, but Peter Brown has an abundance of strategies at his disposal—merely a bowl of medicine.

Over the following several days, Peter Brown immersed himself in medicine concoction. Of course, he had already prepared plenty of gene medicine beforehand, yet this time Peter needed a one-time solution, necessitating a massive amount of ingredients.

"Everyone gets a bowl of porridge, line up." Each of the captives was led to various places for meals.

As these people who starved for a few days were brought to dining places, the famished foreign tribe generals all had eyes glowing green.

Bowl after bowl of porridge was gulped down with zeal.

Afterwards, these captives were ushered into some tents.

Seeing the porridge mingled with medicine consumed, Peter Brown displayed a satisfied smile.

Half a million people were monitored closely for their medication consumption.

Of course, some declined to eat, wisely observing the soldiers, but unfortunately, they had no power to resist, soon forced to ingest the porridge.

Once the medicine was mixed into the porridge, upon ingesting, immediate transformations commenced.

Time passed bit by bit; a few hours later, when these foreign tribe soldiers reopened their eyes, their bodies were thoroughly remodeled, their appearances transformed entirely to resemble Peter Brown's race.

Success!

Seeing the successful transformation, Peter Brown grinned, now actually worrying about these matters.

However, Peter Brown's mood remained excellent; having achieved this transformation, even leading more troops, the imperial court's personnel would hold no objections.

"Order, now four divisions, twenty thousand each, advance in four directions to reclaim the territories occupied by foreign tribes!"

Now wielding a million troops, keeping all in Ling Distant City was impractical, seizing the opportunity of the foreign tribe's significant defeat, Peter Brown swiftly initiated the battle to reclaim cities.

Peter Brown understood that, with this region being where the foreign tribe's a million troops were sent to besiege the Eastern Legion, fundamentally no army had the strength to oppose him.

The mighty troops marched forward grandly; genetic soldiers possessed formidable combat strength. Whenever reaching a location, they besieged cities and seized land, causing scattered foreign tribe units to flee in fear, with scarce armies daring to confront Peter Brown's forces.

A steady flow of captives, along with scattered soldiers, was dispatched back to Ling Distant City.

Peter Brown arranged personnel to transform all incoming individuals.

His subordinates included numerous capable selected generals, allocating tasks among them aside from medicine concoction.

The army expanded day by day, growing to reach over one hundred and thirty thousand unknowingly.

Certainly, intelligence arrived continuously; Peter Brown kept an eye on the Eastern Legion's situation.

Peter Brown did not head to reinforce the Eastern Legion; he observed the New Emperor's circumstances. Previously, the New Emperor might have overlooked his power; now it was different. Without a noble title granted, Peter Brown absolutely wouldn't deploy troops.

Victory news was dispatched to the fleeing eunuch there; Peter Brown wished to see what changes might occur in the imperial court.

Every day, Peter Brown accomplished few tasks: aside from concocting medicine, he cultivated. After acquiring abundant energy, the transformation accelerated, enabling him to utilize some of his original tactics.

Peter Brown recognized though his utilizable tactics remained weak, those he previously disregarded now proved remarkably strong.

In such locations, possessing greater power is the essence of survival.