Chapter 018: Wang Lawrence

Hearing Orna’s words, Lumba sneered as if his scheme had succeeded. He looked at the two elders beside him and slowly said, “Now that the enemy has reached our doorstep, I wonder what you two plan to do?”
“Chieftain, I think we should do this,” Jones said, bowing to Lumba while pointing at the map of the underground world on the table. “The Earth Tiger tribe is not far from the Hell Gorge. Du Fan has a close relationship with them. Moreover, our Haina has already modified five hundred miniature magic cannons into Magic Core Rifles. If needed, we can go into battle immediately. In my opinion, we should let the Earth Tiger tribe launch a sneak attack from behind while we confront them head-on. But all of this depends on Du Fan’s return.”
“Hmm, that’s a good plan,” Lumba said, looking at the three elders before him with a serious expression. After pondering for a while, he calmly said, “Send one of our people to the Bimon tribe’s camp to deliver the token of the Dwarf Regent.”
“Yes!”
Du Fan and the others followed the Golden Bimon deep into the Bimon tribe’s territory.
At that moment, every Bimon they saw was fighting each other, engaging in fierce battles without any pretense. In just a few minutes, many Bimons were knocked down by their own kin.
Seeing this, Du Fan asked in confusion, “Why are your people fighting so fiercely? Don’t they feel pain?”
“Hehe,” the Golden Bimon laughed upon hearing Du Fan’s question. As he laughed, he explained, “Every member of our Bimon tribe is naturally aggressive. Plus, we’re in a restricted area where no other creatures can exist. So if we don’t train against our own people, it would be even more humiliating if they died at the hands of outsiders.”
After hearing the Golden Bimon’s explanation, Du Fan nodded, finally understanding the purpose of these battles.
The Bimon tribe was born with ironclad bodies, and as they grew older, their strength increased day by day. It wasn’t an exaggeration to call them divine beasts. Yet, despite such natural talents, they weren’t arrogant at all. They trained even harder than the lowest-level magical beasts. Aside from the Bimon tribe they saw today, Du Fan had never seen any other race train with such diligence—even humans probably couldn’t match them.

“Let’s stop here for now.” At this moment, the Golden Bimon waved his hand and said apologetically to Du Fan and the others, “Our Bimon King is still sleeping, so we need to wait. If we rush in recklessly and his anger is provoked, it will be beyond my ability to handle.”
Hearing the Golden Bimon’s words, Du Fan also looked at him with understanding. Whether it was magical beasts or unique races, sleeping was something they had to do every day. The stronger the leader, the longer their sleep time might be—just like dragons, who might sleep for a short while and wake up hundreds of years later.
“By the way,” said the Golden Bimon after asking Du Fan and the others to find a quiet place to sit, “you’re a contender for the position of Regent of the Dwarf race, but I think your cultivation level isn’t that of an ordinary human.”
“Indeed, you’re right,” Du Fan nodded at the Golden Bimon and slowly explained, “On the continent, above our heads now, there are four provinces. I have a deep-seated hatred for the current Regent of the Gavin Empire, which is why I came to the underground world. But I didn’t expect to encounter a competition among the Dwarves for the Regent position, so I took the opportunity to join in.”
“Four provinces—quite a large area,” the Golden Bimon nodded in understanding and then asked, “So the country that’s at odds with you must be backed by the Holy Church of Light, right?”
“How do you know?” Not only Du Fan but also Nayixiu and the others asked in unison.
A race that had lived in the underground world for who knows how long actually knew about the existence of the Holy Church of Light on the continent. Such a surprising fact naturally raised doubts among everyone.
Seeing their reactions, the Golden Bimon replied, “Our Bimon race is different from other magical beasts. We are much smarter than them, but still less so than humans. However, every Bimon has the soul imprint of the primal Bimon. With these imprints, we can infer things about the events on the continent. But Du Fan, since you’re fighting against the Holy Church of Light now, you’d better be careful of that Light God.”
“The Light God?” Du Fan asked, puzzled, “Would the Light God really stand up for the humans on the continent?”

“That’s right.” At this moment, Golden Bimon sighed helplessly before slowly saying, “The God of Light is a hypocrite. If your war drives the Church of Light to its knees, then the God of Light will send the Archangel Corps to fight you on the continent. Don’t think he’ll fight you fairly—by then, you’ll be falsely accused of being a demon. Even if you defend yourself vigorously, just one blessing from the God of Light will make his followers see you as a demon.”
“Hmm, the Church of Light does indeed act that way.” Du Fan nodded helplessly at Golden Bimon before asking, “So, what’s the strength of the Archangel Corps?”
“You’ve come to the right person to ask.” Golden Bimon replied proudly to Du Fan, “During the time when our Bimon race was at its peak, we once fought against the Archangel Corps of the God of Light. Their angels are divided into two-winged, four-winged, six-winged, eight-winged, and twelve-winged. Two-winged angels are mere foot soldiers; four-winged angels are leaders of ten men; six-winged angels are leaders of a hundred men; eight-winged angels are generals, while twelve-winged angels are extremely rare—there might not even be five in the entire divine realm. Yet these angels are quite powerful. Two-winged angels are ordinary lower-tier gods, six-winged ones are intermediate, eight-winged ones are high-tier, and twelve-winged angels are mid-to-high tier. But on the continent, they can’t fully unleash their strength. Still, compared to ordinary monster armies, they’re still far stronger.”
“I see.” Hearing Golden Bimon’s words, Du Fan finally began to realize how little he knew about the divine realm. The Church of Light had the Sacred Corps, and behind the God of Light was the Archangel Corps—these hidden forces were known to few aside from the ancient races.
“Du Fan, I want to ask—what do you plan to do once you become the regent?” Golden Bimon asked unexpectedly at this moment.
Upon hearing Golden Bimon’s question, Du Fan didn’t hesitate and replied directly, “To be honest, coming to the Bimon race was exactly my goal. There’s also the Church of Light and those two old monsters. Plus, I have an enemy who is now an envoy of the Underworld. If I really have to say what I want to do, it’s probably to lead an army to eliminate them. But with my current strength, even fighting the Sacred Corps is a problem, let alone dealing with so many monsters in the Underworld.”

“What do you mean?” Golden Bimon exclaimed in surprise at that moment, suddenly sounding astonished. “You just said that everyone around you belongs to ancient races or divine races. Do you really intend to fight against these gods using them as leverage? Aren’t you afraid that your actions might trigger another war among the gods?”
“So what?” Du Fan snorted coldly and said to Golden Bimon, “The Gavin Empire and I share an irreconcilable hatred. The gods in the divine realm have long had a grudge against each other; all it takes is a spark. If it means avenging myself, I’m willing to be that spark, as long as it helps me achieve my goal.”
“Very well. With that attitude of yours, I think we should have a serious talk.”
At that moment, a young man with purple hair walked over from afar. He had a stern face, as if carved by a knife, with short hair standing upright on top of his head. His bulging muscles in his arms made it clear that his strength should not be underestimated.
“My king,” Golden Bimon knelt down respectfully the moment he saw the young man with purple hair, lowering his head deeply. He spoke excitedly, “My dear king, has your rest time already ended? It seems you’ve rested at least half an hour less than usual—this must be affecting your health.”
“Stop talking nonsense,” the young man with purple hair shouted at Golden Bimon before turning to introduce himself to Du Fan. “I am the king of the Bimon tribe, Lawrence.”
“Hello,” Du Fan replied slowly, introducing himself to Lawrence. “I’m Du Fan, a contestant representing the regent of the dwarf tribe. This is my wife, Nayixiu, the queen of the nature elves. This is my elder brother, Bashan, the king of the dwarf tribe. Those are my friends Moses and Rob. And behind me is Lan Xin’er, the daughter of the Earth Tiger tribe, also known as the original Earth Dragon tribe.”
“Hello to you all,” Lawrence said with a slight smile, then asked Du Fan curiously, “I want to ask—just for the sake of your revenge, triggering another war among the gods could have unpredictable consequences. Would you still choose to seek revenge?”
“That’s right,” Du Fan replied firmly. “No matter what, revenge is the most important thing to me. Whether it’s a war among the gods or an army of archangels, as long as it allows me to avenge myself, I’m willing to bear any cost.”

“Well done.” At this moment, Lawrence looked at Du Fan in surprise, firmly grasping Du Fan’s right hand with his own. A powerful domain force surged forward, pushing aside the godly warriors surrounding Du Fan.
“Lawrence,” Du Fan said with a smile while resisting him, “My purpose for coming here is simple. I want to lead the Bimons, Dwarves, and Earth Tigers back to the continent. I also maintain an alliance with these three races. By then, I’ll need your help. Let’s be straightforward—just tell me what reward you want.”
“You’re thinking too simply.” Lawrence retracted his hand and spoke slowly, “It’s fine to tell you. The God of Light and the Dragon God are on the same side. If everything goes as planned, after we repel the Archangel Legion, the Dragon God will send his own people to form contracts with your enemies. Then there will be more Dragon Riders. You know what a Dragon Rider is capable of. I trust your attitude, but you must agree to one condition of mine.”
“What condition?” Du Fan asked, somewhat puzzled by Lawrence’s words.
“The condition is actually very simple,” Lawrence said, looking at Du Fan with a sinister smile and licking his lower lip excitedly. “We are natural enemies of dragons. If we encounter Dragon Riders, you’re not allowed to deploy any troops. I want to tear those dragons to pieces with my own hands. I wonder if you can agree to this condition. If not, I won’t force you.”
“Deal!”