Full-time Creation Master

On the eve of instability in the South China Sea, the wind swept withered grass across the sky on the grasslands of northern Xinjiang.

The vast green carpet was rippling in the wind, while the distant snow-capped mountains stood majestically, and a chill was faintly in the air.

This land belongs to the Firescale Horse Empire of the Blood Beast Empire!

Blood Beasts are not a single demon race, but rather an identity that most demons in the Northern Frontier willingly acknowledge.

They are like the various demons and monsters deep in the East China Sea.

Regardless of their type or combat strength, they would readily admit that they were like sea monsters from the East Sea.

The ruler of the Blood Beast Empire was an even more terrifying being—the invincible emperor.

His strength was ridiculously powerful, capable of withstanding the extreme northern emperor, the emperor of the roof ridge.

He even single-handedly defeated a group of top experts from the Northern Frontier, including Red Hare Fire Scale Horse Emperor and Seven Star Blood Wolf Emperor.

It is precisely because of this that he has been able to firmly hold the throne of the Blood Beast Empire and intimidate the entire Northern Frontier.

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Deep in the grasslands, in the camp of a certain fire-scaled horse tribe, the atmosphere was somewhat subtle.

The tribe's Horse King, a monarch-level powerhouse whose mane and sideburns were already frosted white, stood in the center of the camp.

He was tall and imposing, surrounded by a faint monarch-level aura. His eyes, which should have been stern and dagger-like, were now filled with helplessness.

His gaze was fixed on the little guy running around happily in front of him.

That was his seventeenth son, and also the one with the purest bloodline and the most obvious atavistic traits among all his offspring.

The little fellow is a purebred Red Hare Firescale Horse, its crimson scales gleaming like glass in the sunlight.

Its mane was as soft as brocade, its color a vibrant red like fire, and its limbs were agile and strong.

Even when they're just frolicking and jumping around, they exude an extraordinary aura.

Horse King secretly sensed the little guy's aura, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes.

You've reached the commander level, not bad!

The foundation is quite solid!

He was far more outstanding than other offspring of the same generation.

But this pride was soon replaced by a deep sense of helplessness—this personality of his was just too wild!

He was always running around and causing trouble, turning the entire tribe upside down.

After going out and "testing" themselves, they became even wilder!

What made Horse King feel incredibly exhausted was not just this wild boy.

And standing beside the little guy is the human who signed a life-sharing contract with his seventeen sons—Mo Fan.

Mo Fan was dressed in an extremely flashy suit of armor.

The red and black armor body is dazzling and colorful, with intertwined thunder and fire patterns on the plates, and gold trim outlining its sharp contours.

The shoulder armor is adorned with rising flames, its ends wreathed in blue-purple electric arcs, while the chest armor is inlaid with dark gold lightning cores and fire crystals, its luster dazzling yet exuding an aura of dominance.

This armor is specially designed for both lightning and fire magic, greatly amplifying the explosive power of lightning spells and making thunderbolts more penetrating, while also enhancing the burning power and range of fire spells.

It perfectly matches Mo Fan's personality and complements the fire-type bloodline of the Red Hare Fire Scale Horse.

Add to that Mo Fan's tall and handsome figure, with a faint smile on his lips.

It does look quite appealing!

He crossed his arms and looked at the Red Hare Firescale Horse frolicking at his feet, his eyes full of doting affection.

Looking at Mo Fan, Ma Wang felt a headache coming on, and anger surged in his chest.

He took a sudden step forward, releasing his imposing aura, his tone filled with anger and exhaustion.

"Our entire tribe can't satisfy you anymore, is that it?"

Chief Red Hare (Horse King) almost sprayed Mo Fan's face with his spittle.

He stared intently at Mo Fan, his tone both angry and anxious, tinged with disappointment: "He even dared to set his sights on my great-great-grandfather!"

"You little rascal, you're really trying to have your cake and eat it too!"

"You shouldn't have let Little Seventeen sign the contract with you!"

The Red Hare, a fiery-scaled horse at his feet, seemed to sense its father's anger and stopped its playful antics.

It rubbed against Mo Fan's trouser leg, then raised its head, looked at the horse king with wet eyes, and neighed softly twice.

It was as if she was pleading for Mo Fan, or perhaps she was being coquettish and trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

Mo Fan gently rubbed the head of Red Hare Firescale Horse, his face still bearing a calm smile.

He looked up at the Horse King without the slightest panic.

Seeing his appearance, Ma Wang was even more furious, but there was nothing he could do.

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He was so angry that his mane bristled, his crimson eyes widened, and his monarch-level aura surged around him.

Its hooves pounded heavily on the grass, each thud creating a fiery red hole, each muffled sound carrying suppressed rage.

The scolding from his mouth was incessant.

Spit flew everywhere as he vented his pent-up frustration and anger.

Even so, he never crossed the line.

He didn't use even a fraction of his monarch-level combat power to suppress Mo Fan, nor did he raise his hand to "teach" this arrogant human a lesson.

Horse King, though stubborn and defiant, had his own plans in mind, and remained extremely defiant.

He spat out a mouthful of saliva, his tone carrying a hint of feigned disdain.

He mentally justified himself: "I'm definitely not afraid!"

"It's definitely not because we're afraid of those 100,000 fully equipped 'warrior-level' human heavy armor tanks outside the tribe!"

That iron army was no ordinary human soldiers; it was 100,000 of the Knights of Light, a force of 500,000!

He was a new recruit specially assigned to Mo Fan by the General Headquarters.

The faces were all young, all newcomers who had never experienced actual combat, and there was hardly a single veteran in sight!

Even so, they were all dressed in heavy armor made of star iron alloy.

The armor was edged with fine silver patterns, and the emblem of the Knights of Light was cast on the chest, gleaming with a cold metallic luster.

Bomb guns, fire-powered flywheels, atomic grenades... armed to the teeth!

The line stood in neat rows, their postures upright like pine trees.

Even the new recruits had a fearless spirit in their eyes.

The simulated combat formation in the recruit camp consisted of butchers who had killed tens of thousands of people. Each of them exuded an imposing aura, no less than that of veteran soldiers who had been through many battles.

And these 100,000 fully equipped, steel-willed new recruits, like an iron wall, are cavalry!

A massive force—those miscellaneous horse demons, carrying the bloodlines of all sorts of monsters.

They were not elite troops, but rather the leftover horse-like demon scraps after the integration and selection of top legions such as the Nine-Colored Legion and the Black and White Sanctuary, as well as other scattered forces.

The number was astonishing, a full 250,000!

These horse demons have mixed bloodlines, diverse races, and varied origins, with no uniform appearance or aura.

Some were covered in fine black scales, exuding a faint demonic aura;

Some of their manes were crimson red, like flames, with faint fire-elemental fluctuations.

Others are small and thin, covered in gray fur, unremarkable yet exceptionally agile.

Their strengths vary greatly, with a wide range of abilities.

There are the lowest-ranking servants who can barely protect themselves, and there are also commanders who have considerable combat power and can stand alone.

They appeared chaotic and disorganized, like a mob.

However, Mo Fan managed to suppress the conflicts between the different races of demons, and after initial integration, they formed a force that should not be underestimated.

Once they charge, their momentum is enough to intimidate ordinary people.

More importantly, behind Mo Fan stood the Emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, who had unified the nine provinces!

Mo Fan was also the most trusted confidant of the Emperor of Great Xia, carrying His Majesty's earnest expectations and absolute trust.

[PS]: His Majesty Emperor Chu Ming once spoke before the assembled officials of the Great Xia Dynasty, his tone firm as iron, each word resounding and powerful:

I have personally witnessed and experienced Mo Fan's abilities; they are by no means unfounded!

I, in the name of the Emperor of Great Xia, assert that he is capable of completely transforming these 500,000 scattered new recruits into an invincible elite force that strikes fear into the hearts of all demons!

I believe in him, I believe in him from the bottom of my heart, and even if everyone in the world doubts him, I will always believe in him!

He is no stranger; he is my sworn brother, a trusted confidant whom I personally promoted and know well, and the person I trust most in my life!

I trust him, and you must also trust him unconditionally!

There must be no questioning, no hesitation whatsoever!

As for the military supervisors, I will tell you this clearly!

Absolutely no one is allowed to be sent, not even half a person, and not the slightest bit of obstruction is permitted!

There is no need for anyone to monitor him, nor for anyone to comment on his actions. I will take full responsibility for what Mo Fan has done!

My mind is made up, and there is no room for change!

Anyone who violates this rule, regardless of their official rank or social status, will be severely punished without exception!

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