Chapter 2122 - 2115: Beneath One Tribe, Above Myriad Tribes

The Chimera slowly approached the city wall, and a massive creature suddenly appeared. Given the fragile state of the city right now, even a single drop of urine from the Chimera could easily obliterate this stretch of crumbling wall.

All the members of the magic tribe seemed to hold their breath, as if in this world there was nothing left but the Chimera and the feeble wall before them. Soon their race would completely vanish from this battlefield.

"Humans, haven’t you vented your anger enough? Can’t you leave us a way out?" The leader of the magic tribe nearly broke down, "We, the magic tribe, have 1.2 billion warriors, that’s 1.2 billion lives!"

"What? Human lives aren’t lives?" Zhang Menglong sneered, "When your magic tribe sent people to besiege us humans, did you ever consider that we humans also have tens of millions of lives?"

"Or do you think human lives are like ants, inferior to your magic tribe warriors?" Zhang Menglong’s words were so powerful that they nearly left the magic tribe’s leader speechless.

Indeed, in their minds, humans, being such a weak race, weren’t qualified to be compared to their powerful magic tribe!

"However, I’m not heartless," Zhang Menglong shifted his tone, "but there’s no absolutes, it depends on how sincere you are!"

"What?" Ying Zheng looked at Zhang Menglong, "Menglong brother, didn’t you just say no mercy? Why are you considering letting them off now?"

"Was the me from before the same person as I am now?" Zhang Menglong countered, "I’ve suddenly realized that our methods could be a bit softer, of course, there are preconditions!"

Upon hearing Zhang Menglong’s words, the magic tribe’s leader, whose heart had sunk, felt it racing again, "Humans, our magic tribe can offer you the utmost sincerity, anything you want, you can ask for, as long as we have it, you can take it directly."

"I’m not interested in your trifles," Zhang Menglong scoffed, "Do you think your magic tribe has anything that would catch my eye?"

There was no readable expression on the leader of the magic tribe’s face, but Zhang Menglong could see the starry sky in his mind dim considerably, "Then what do you want?"

"I want your loyalty!" Zhang Menglong took out a small city model, resembling the one he pulled out when the Great City of Aiville was destroyed by the Divine Primordial Civilization.

"This is a race-bound contract," Zhang Menglong said, "Submit to humans, become our subsidiary, and you could continue to survive, even thrive. I’ll give you a minute to consider!"

Zhang Menglong directly tossed the item to the magic tribe’s leader.

Race Contract: This contract is bound to the Great City of Aiville of humanity. Use requires the consent of the entire race’s leader. Once bound, it will transform the race’s Main City, and the contract is irrefutable, effective indefinitely.

After binding, your race will become a subsidiary of humans. Any negative action against humans will face punishment by the rule’s power. If humanity is destroyed, your race will be simultaneously destroyed.

"Chimera!" Zhang Menglong, urinate!

The magic tribe’s leader hadn’t even finished reading the introduction to this race contract when Zhang Menglong already had the Chimera begin to urinate!

The last city wall of the magic tribe fell amidst a stinking and warm mist.

"The Main City of the magic tribe has suffered damage exceeding 80%, the Main City has been destroyed, all magic tribe adventurers will be erased in 1 minute!" This voice echoed in every warrior’s mind in the magic tribe.

The starry sky in the leader of the magic tribe’s mind had already turned grey. Zhang Menglong’s granted minute was their last minute given by the rule’s power. If he activated the contract, their Main City could immediately be rebuilt under the power of the rule, sparing them from annihilation.

But at the same time, their magic tribe’s independent sovereignty would cease to exist!

The magic tribe also had many subsidiary races, but apart from their own martial strength, they had no power to control such relationships. Now, this contract is acknowledged by the rule’s power, leaving them no room for resistance!

"Thirty seconds left!" Zhang Menglong was in no rush and even withdrew the Chimera, given its high energy consumption.

"Ten seconds!"

"Three..."

"We agree!"

In the final instant, the leader of the magic tribe marked the contract with the race’s emblem given by the City Lord.

The countdown of the rule’s power instantly vanished, and the city, once ruins, was rebuilt, though it looked completely different from before, appearing more like a larger version of the Great City of Aiville!

The mood of the magic tribe warriors became exceedingly complex at this moment. They survived, but became subordinates to the human race.

"Well," Zhang Menglong nodded in satisfaction, "We, Huaxia, have a saying: ’Those who recognize the times are truly wise,’ and you seem to understand this quite well. From now on, you are responsible for helping humans gather intelligence and assisting humans in establishing a foothold here!"

The reason behind Zhang Menglong’s change in thinking is quite simple. He was soon about to leave for the Supreme World, and once gone, humans would lose him as a pillar. Relying only on what he left behind, humans might reign supreme for a time but wouldn’t last long. Hence, Zhang Menglong had to lay the groundwork for humanity’s future.

As long as the subsidiary civilization could safeguard humans, humanity would have plenty of time to develop. Perhaps, eventually, humans themselves could dominate this world!

"Of course, I won’t treat you poorly!" Zhang Menglong knew well what it meant to offer both a stick and a carrot, "Here are 10,000 Supreme Weapons and 100,000 Ancient Relics!"

"This..."

The entire magic tribe had just over a hundred Supreme Weapons and a few thousand-year-old Ancient Relics, and Zhang Menglong was offering them a hundred times that in supplies!

They suddenly had an illusion, maybe being humanity’s underlings wasn’t so bad!

Originally, they ranked only seventh or eighth on the Myriad Tribes hierarchy, and for a long time, had no chance of surpassing those before them.

Now, with the Divine Primordial Civilization destroyed and on course to likely trouble the other races next, it seemed the magic tribe would be the first to surrender!

If humans ascend to number one, it’s not impossible for the magic tribe to be second only to them among the myriad tribes! Thinking about it, there was even a bit of eagerness!

"Alright, tidy up the battlefield," Zhang Menglong said, "We’re off to the next race, we’re on a schedule!"