189: Those who obey me prosper, those who oppose me perish; those who refuse to submit will be swept aside!

"Oh?"

Lu Sheng's brows twitched slightly as he turned to look outside the door.

"They arrived quite quickly."

He straightened his collar, golden light swirling in his eyes.

"Let's go and see what meeting gift our new neighbors have brought."

The main gate of the North Slope camp.

The cold wind howled, whipping up the snow on the ground.

A fully armed convoy stopped outside the cordon.

From the leading modified off-road vehicle, a slightly chubby middle-aged man wearing an old military coat stepped down.

The moment he stepped out, he showed no air of being a commander; instead, he bowed and scraped to the soldiers on guard at the gate, his Face filled with a harmless smile.

This person was exactly the commander of the Shushan remnants on the East Slope, Liu Deshui.

Seeing Lu Sheng, the Sea God Old General, and their group walking out, Liu Deshui's eyes lit up as if he had seen his long-lost father.

He stepped forward quickly and stopped exactly five meters away from Lu Sheng.

"Clack!"

An extremely standard salute while standing at attention.

"Former Director of the Logistics Department of the Shudu Military Region, current temporary commander of the Shushan remnants, Liu Deshui, greets the Sea God Old General! Greets War God Lu!"

Then, he actually bowed deeply, his posture humble to the point of being in the dust.

This scene left the surrounding soldiers, who were originally on high alert, stunned.

One must know that whether it was the previous One-Eyed Dragon or the Butcher, which one of them didn't have their noses in the air?

This fat man was, after all, a leader in command of thirty thousand people; how could he be so spineless?

Lu Sheng stood in place, hands behind his back, his dark-golden Dragon Eyes narrowing slightly as he scrutinized the fat man before him.

"Commander Liu."

Lu Sheng's voice was flat. "Bringing so many people here, are you here to make a show of force?"

"I wouldn't dare! Even if I had ten times the courage, I wouldn't dare!"

Liu Deshui quickly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and smiled bitterly. "War God Lu's Divine Might is peerless. Yesterday, the heroic sight of that spear thrust killing the Butcher was seen clearly by this Liu through a telescope on the East Slope; I was so scared I couldn't sleep all night."

He was a smart man.

In this Apocalypse, how much is Face worth?

Staying alive is the only thing that matters.

The Butcher was a Level 8 powerhouse, yet he was slaughtered by Lu Sheng like a chicken.

He, Liu Deshui, a Level 8 Spirit Source Practitioner who relied on his brains to make a living, what did he have to go head-to-head with such a monster?

"This Liu has come today to surrender!"

Liu Deshui took out a document from his coat and presented it with both hands, his tone extremely sincere:

"The East Slope currently has thirty-two thousand combat personnel, one hundred and twenty heavy artillery pieces, eighty armored vehicles, and various supplies."

"We are willing to unconditionally merge into the Allied Fleet and accept reorganization by War God Lu and the Old General!"

"We only ask... for a place to stay and a bite to eat for my brothers in the future defense perimeter."

After speaking, he remained in the posture of bending over to hand over the document, motionless.

In the cold wind, his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

He was gambling.

Gambling that Lu Sheng needed cannon fodder, needed manpower.

After a moment of dead silence.

Lu Sheng reached out and took the heavy document.

"Granted."

These two simple words made Liu Deshui feel as if he had been granted a grand pardon; his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed onto the ground.

"Thank you, War God Lu! Thank you, Old General!"

Lu Sheng looked at him, his tone suddenly turning cold, carrying an unquestionable dominance:

"But you must remember."

"After the merger, there will only be the Allied Army on Gongga Mountain, no Shushan Army."

"Your soldiers will be broken up and reorganized; your artillery will be centrally deployed."

"If I find you engaging in behavior like setting up your own faction or forming cliques..."

Lu Sheng pointed to the Butcher's serrated bone blade that was still stuck in the ground nearby.

"The Butcher's fate will be yours."

Liu Deshui trembled all over and quickly straightened his back, shouting, "Understood! I will resolutely obey orders! I, Liu Deshui, am just a brick of yours; move me wherever I'm needed!"

The incorporation process was unexpectedly smooth.

Without expending a single soldier, the strength of the Allied Fleet surged once again.

With the addition of the East Slope's heavy firepower, the entire North Slope's defense system was instantly upgraded.

Inside the command room.

To show his loyalty, Liu Deshui immediately had an encrypted electronic map delivered.

This was intelligence he had gathered during his long stay on Gongga Mountain, exchanged for the lives of countless scouts.

"War God Lu, Old General."

Liu Deshui pointed to the remaining two red areas on the map, looking troubled.

"I can call the shots for the East Slope, and you've already taken the North Slope."

"But these remaining three bones... are hard to chew."

His finger fell on the positions of the West Slope and the South Slope.

"The West Slope is the 'Ancient Martial Families Alliance'. Those people are all stubborn old fogies who emphasize patriarchal bloodlines and are extremely xenophobic."

"Although they don't have heavy weapons, their individual combat capabilities are extremely strong. They have several Body Cultivators who are Level 7 Spirit Source Masters, and it's said they also have an Old Ancestor in secluded cultivation whose strength is unfathomable."

Liu Deshui paused, then pointed to the South Slope.

"The South Slope is even more eerie; it's occupied by the 'Qingcheng Daoist Palace'."

"Those Daoists are all mystical and eccentric. It's said they have mastered some kind of ancient Formation that even a Level 8 sea beast would lose a layer of skin if it barged in. Their Palace Master is a female Daoist whose Flying Sword technique is superb; within a five-mile radius, taking someone's head is as easy as reaching into a bag for an object."

"As for the Sanqing Hall at the summit..."

Liu Deshui swallowed hard, a flash of fear in his eyes.

"That is a Forbidden Ground. Whoever goes up there dies, and not even their body can be found."

After hearing Liu Deshui's introduction, the atmosphere in the command room became somewhat heavy.

Ancient Martial Arts, Daoist Sects.

These are treasures passed down through human civilization, and also the most difficult thorns to deal with.

The Sea God Old General looked at the map, his brow slightly furrowed as his finger tapped gently on the table.

"These three are all human Legacies, unlike those mercenaries and thugs."

"If we use force directly, I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary casualties and even gladden our enemies while hurting our friends."

The Old General looked at Lu Sheng and asked tentatively:

"Young Friend Lu, should we send someone to make contact first? Everyone is just trying to survive; perhaps we can sit down and talk, and form an Alliance?"

In the Old General's view, uniting all forces that can be united is the kingly way.

However.

Lu Sheng looked at those two flickering red dots on the map, golden light swirling in his eyes without the slightest hesitation.

"Talk?"

Lu Sheng sneered and turned to walk outside.

His black trench coat flapped behind him, his voice cold and sharp as a knife.

"The Abyssal Corpse King's army is imminent."

"I don't have time to drink tea and discuss the Dao with a bunch of old fogies, nor am I interested in breaking any bullshit Formations."

He walked to the door, paused, and looked back at everyone.

In those dark-golden eyes, a flame named conquest was burning.

"Gongga Mountain can only have one voice."

"Those who follow me prosper, those who oppose me perish!"