Chapter 2128 - 2121: Zhang · Guardian of Light · The Man Chosen by Fate · Menglong

Zhang Menglong darted through the sky like an arrow, wielding a massive Battleship Cleaver that could slice through a warship with every strike. In this chase game, the roles of hunter and prey quickly reversed.

"Unexpectedly, among these slaves, there’s a Transcender!" Xiwat’s face was full of surprise.

To any nation, Transcenders are very scarce resources.

The Mansha Kingdom has billions of people, with tens of millions of Beginners, but fewer than 50 true Transcenders. Each Transcender is a precious resource within the kingdom.

Their significance to warfare is evident. Zhang Menglong alone instilled fear in the enemy, causing them to flee in panic.

"They’re here, our reinforcements are here!"

The warriors of the Mansha Kingdom suddenly cheered as a fleet of warships thundered toward the battlefield.

However, the opposing side didn’t have any Transcenders on the battlefield. Ordinary warriors could only become cannon fodder in the face of such powerful technological weapons. Even though they had some weapons to counter aerial targets, the hit rate was extremely low, and environmental impacts were significant. In this mindset, they couldn’t hit those warships at all.

Suddenly, a red mist rose in the enemy’s camp, and the blue-armored warriors immediately fled backward. This was their signal to retreat!

"We won, we won!"

The warriors of the Mansha Kingdom cheered even more, with some rushing to lift Zhang Menglong up and throwing him repeatedly into the air—a celebration of victory identical to those on Earth.

A Mansha Kingdom elite soldier, riding some strange mount, approached Zhang Menglong. He dismounted with a deeply respectful bow.

They were very aware that although the young man before them was still a slave, he would soon regain his freedom and receive the status and benefits of a Transcender.

In the army, the worship of the strong always exists. They had witnessed Zhang Menglong’s remarkable power just now, and showing respect to such a powerful person was an honor.

"Esteemed Transcender, General Xiwat requests to see you," the elite warrior said respectfully.

"Transcender? General Xiwat?" Zhang Menglong was obviously unfamiliar with these terms but didn’t refuse, as it was an opportunity to understand where he was.

"Alright, lead the way," Zhang Menglong nodded.

Amidst the crowd’s attention, Zhang Menglong moved toward the Mansha Kingdom’s camp. For most, witnessing a Transcender’s battle was a rare honor. Merely seeing a Transcender’s presence was thrilling, not to mention battling alongside a powerful Transcender!

Behind the battlefield lay a gigantic military fortress, almost like a city. According to the elite warrior, not only could soldiers rest here, but there were also various entertainment facilities for them to vent their stress, as war is indeed a depressing affair.

"You called me a Transcender earlier," Zhang Menglong said as they walked, "Are Transcenders rare on the battlefield?"

If such a question came from an ordinary warrior, the elite warrior might think him foolish.

But coming from a Transcender still considered a slave, it was completely understandable.

In the Mansha Kingdom, slaves have extremely low status; they have no rights apart from obeying their masters’ orders and lack entertainment and learning rights.

They thought Zhang Menglong was a pitiful slave, bought into the military after a mistake, perhaps with no exposure to any knowledge, not even understanding his own powers, which was entirely normal.

However, after today, he would gradually learn more, possibly seeking revenge on his past owner. He even thought this guy’s master’s future could be quite pitiful.

"Yes, sir," the warrior replied, "In the entire Mansha Empire, there are only dozens of Transcenders. All have more important tasks to attend to, and joining the battlefield would waste their value. Usually, soldiers on the battlefield are only at the Beginner level. On the battlefield, only generals and a few deputy generals possess Transcender strength."

"I see," Zhang Menglong nodded, now having a basic understanding of the country’s power levels. These Transcenders, despite being Ultimate Life Forms, likely had low Life Levels, only First or Second Grade, or they wouldn’t be so surprised by the mere tip of his power.

With this realization, the Mansha Kingdom seemed no threat to him, and in the whole world, it likely was quite a weak kingdom.

Zhang Menglong entered the military base, with warriors casting envious looks. News had spread: a precious Transcender emerged from the frontline slave camp, and General Xiwat was set to meet him!

General Xiwat, a Second Grade Transcender, was one of the strongest in the Mansha Empire. Being granted his meeting was a great honor.

In the military base, there was a vast training area. According to the elite warrior, the base housed over 50 million soldiers, where most ordinary soldiers trained collectively in one area, while elite warriors received guidance from a few Transcender deputy generals.

Among the 50 million, there were approximately 5 million second-class soldiers, over 200,000 first-class soldiers, but only around 10,000 elite warriors.

The elite warriors were the backbone of the battlefield. No one knew when these elites might suddenly become Transcenders.

"Where’s your aim? If you lose precision, the enemy’s weapons will pierce you before your second attack!"

"What’s this flimsy stuff? Playing house?"

From afar, Zhang Menglong saw a tall figure harshly instructing the elite warriors. Despite being thrown around in demonstrations, the rare chance of receiving guidance from a general made them willing, even if limbs were broken!

"General, I’ve brought the person!"

The elite soldier saluted the middle-aged man and returned to the ranks.

The general turned, eyes filled with unconcealed joy as he gazed at Zhang Menglong, for this Transcender emerged from his camp, signifying he gained another powerful commander!

"Bold, not saluting the general?" Several elite soldiers were displeased seeing Zhang Menglong remain unmoved.

"No need," Xiwat waved his hand, indifferent to such details. A slave unfamiliar with norms was understandable, "What’s your name?"

"Oh, right, you’re slave-born, prohibited from having a name." Realizing this, Xiwat continued, "I now declare your slave status revoked; you may now choose a name."

"You’re the slave, your whole family is slaves!" Zhang Menglong internally retorted—did his handsome appearance seem slave-like?

"I’ll be called Zhang, the Guardian of Light, the Man Chosen by Destiny, Menglong."

The general frowned—what’s this? Such a lengthy name really shows the exaggerated extent of slave-born people wanting a name!