The Nine-Headed Demon Serpent Horn was being boiled in the Large Cauldron for over ten hours, yet there was still no sign of it releasing any golden liquid.
Originally, under the boiling of volcanic magma, most of the essence of the Divine Medicine had already been lost, all given to Yuanmo Laozu and the Golden Ancient One, leaving only some remnants behind.
Now, using gentle and fierce flames for cooking, the effect was different; it was likely that no results would be seen in a short time. It was impossible for the remaining Divine Medicine components to be expelled in such a brief period; this required a process.
Of course, Lu Chen and the others were not in a hurry. They would occasionally visit the furnace area, take a glance, and then leave.
The boiling of the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent Horn in the city was carried out at night, with people taking turns to watch over the furnace in two shifts, morning and evening. The progress would never stop; it would only be people who took turns, not the fire.
During their leisure time, Lu Chen would gather with some high-ranking officials to discuss how to deal with the Minotaurs.
Among these individuals, although they all had beast kin to fight alongside them, none had faced them directly before.
Aside from Lu Chen, only one person had fought against beast kin directly: Yuanmo Laozu.
When it came to fighting against beast kin, Yuanmo Laozu had the most experience; no one could compare to him, not even Lu Chen.
In this situation, Lu Chen would consult Yuanmo Laozu to share some experiences on dealing with beast kin for everyone to learn. However, Lu Chen's goal was not for everyone to go into battle personally but to deepen their awareness of the beast kin's capabilities so that they wouldn't suffer losses due to carelessness; that was all Lu Chen aimed for.
During this period, under Lu Chen's orders, the speed of machinery production in the city became even faster, resembling a state of pouring oil on fire. Everyone was busy working diligently as if possessed.
In terms of intelligence gathering, there was naturally no slackening. The movements of the Northern Beast Tribe were closely monitored; any slight disturbance would immediately reach the south and into Lu Chen's ears. Then it would be assessed by the budgeting team to evaluate various risks and the likelihood of them becoming reality.
The current primary task was to devise countermeasures regarding the Northern beast kin joining forces against the Ape Demon Clan.
The boiling and refining of the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent Horn was merely an embellishment; it served as a gathering point or a place for discussions among Lu Chen and others at certain times.
As for concerns about information leaks, there was no need to worry at all because the craftsmen and youth personnel here were brought over by Lu Chen from Central Plains. They were unfamiliar with the Wasteland Continent's terrain and had hardly ever left the city.
This is why the Northern Beast Tribe could never grasp what was happening on Lu Chen's side. As for the Ape Demon Clan, they had become an isolated race with no beast kin willing to associate with them; thus, there was naturally no concern about them leaking any information regarding the city.
The situation continued for more than ten hours, with the Beast Tribe merely gathering their troops or conducting drills, without any significant movements.
The idea of launching an attack from the south had seemingly become a joke, as over a month had passed, more than thirty days.
It wasn't until one day that a craftsman living in the city accidentally drowned while washing clothes by the sea, and his body was never found.
According to reports from witnesses of the incident, a monster suddenly appeared in the sea, a terrifying man-eating creature, which caused widespread panic among the people and livestock.
Upon hearing about this incident, Lu Chen's first reaction was "Water Demon." The Aquatic Race is part of the Northern Beast Tribe, and the leader of the Water Demon resides in the Crystal Palace at the bottom of the northern sea. Last time, Lu Chen had dispatched two Dragonbone Chariots that destroyed half of it, nearly eliminating the Water Demon's habitat in the Underworld.
The Crystal Palace is crucial for the Aquatic Race as it symbolizes their identity and represents the entire race. If the Crystal Palace were to disappear or be destroyed, it would leave the vast Aquatic Race without a stronghold, leading to the collapse of their rule.
This incident indicated that the Aquatic Race had launched a surprise attack on Lu Chen's city, signaling the onset of a century-long war on the Wasteland Continent. What was bound to happen finally came to pass, relieving some tension among everyone while also causing anxiety.
Fortunately, this incident was witnessed and quickly reported to Lu Chen.
As a result, Lu Chen immediately issued orders to address the situation and implement preventive measures.
The city was already situated by the sea, relying on it for resources. However, with monsters now in the water and members of the Aquatic Race attacking humans, Lu Chen's city had become isolated. Anyone coming into contact with seawater had to be cautious of potential dangers and unexpected situations.
First and foremost, no one could go to the seaside alone or easily to avoid ambushes from underwater monsters.
Regarding water supply, Chen Qilin had long designed a mechanism to convert seawater into freshwater. Now was the time to put it into use.
Water is essential for survival; thus, with this system in place, there was no need for the city to go to the sea for water anymore. Instead, they could extract it using large pipes and filter it through machinery. This process allowed them to drink seawater that was almost directly consumable despite its salty taste.
As a result, this effectively thwarted the Aquatic Race's plans to disrupt Lu Chen's city before war broke out. Only one casualty occurred, which would likely infuriate Water Demon.
The Aquatic Race under Water Demon possesses immense power with numerous species; even fish and shrimp must obey their commands. Of course, among these species are those capable of fighting on land and even wielding knives and spears.
But there is no need to worry about this; the Water Demon would not be foolish enough to send Water Beasts capable of land combat at this time, as that would be a death sentence.
If the Water Beasts of the Aquatic Race were to die before the great battle even began, it would be a significant loss.
Sure enough, just seven or eight hours after discovering the Aquatic Race monsters in the sea, the Northern Beast Tribe finally moved, continuously heading south with a clear purpose.
Such news cannot be hidden, and there is no need to conceal it; they are not scouts or light cavalry. The northern beast tribes do not understand such tactics; only the Human Civilization of the Central Plains does.
However, the beast tribes take this matter quite seriously. Their methods of scouting and finding routes are more advanced and faster than any other race or civilization.
They communicate with the birds and animals along the way, something humans simply cannot do.
Regardless of where the beast army marches, they can capture animals along the route for interrogation to understand the current situation and movements nearby.
The major Beastmen Alliances in the north, except for the Ape Demon Clan, are all powerful races moving south together.
Gathering from all directions, they form a massive dark mass covering dozens of miles, a sea of creatures both tall and short, large and small, beautiful and ugly.
The number is beyond calculation; it is estimated to exceed ten million, not including those in the water. Just among the airborne races, there are more than a dozen types, with numbers reaching hundreds of thousands.
The scale of such a formation is beyond description. The entire sky is densely packed and dark; wherever they pass, the land is engulfed in darkness as if doomsday has arrived.
On land, even a gentle movement by the beast alliance causes tremors that shake mountains and raise clouds of dust. Trees over ten meters tall are crushed underfoot.
Within a hundred miles, a terrifying aura permeates the air—ferocious and bloodthirsty—where no life other than plants can survive under such circumstances.
Lu Chen and Yuanmo Laozu have already taken time to check on the necessary routes for the Alliance and gather information.
They had made some estimates and imagined these scenes before, but now seeing it in reality has genuinely shocked them; they can't help but feel weak in their limbs because the sight is truly terrifying.
Compared to the last time the Wing Clan and Hoofed Tribe besieged the Ape Demon Clan, the latter was nothing more than a joke, merely a difference between an egg and a stone. The power of this force is truly terrifying; it seems to conquer wherever it goes, whether in the Central Plains, the Demon King Dynasty, or the Western Regions' Hundred Nations, none can withstand it.
These beastmen are also extremely disgusting; they eat wherever they go, leaving no part of the trees—roots or bark—untouched, and that’s just their vegetarian habits.
Fortunately, the Wasteland Continent is abundant in plants, so no matter how much they eat and gnaw, it doesn’t cause significant damage.
The carnivorous ones are even more frightening. Before the great battle has even begun, they have already devoured other compatriots within the Alliance due to hunger.
Even more disgusting is their indiscriminate defecation. Not only do they eat wherever they go, but their droppings are also found everywhere they pass, creating an unbearable stench.
Such outrageous behavior has led to many unpleasant incidents among the higher-ups within the Alliance.
Of course, cannibalism among their own Alliance members is rare and only occurs occasionally, indicating that when the Minotaur organized the Alliance, there were strict rules and regulations binding them with other beastmen leaders.
After observing the scene of the Alliance moving southward, Lu Chen and Yuanmo Laozu returned to the city, each remaining silent without much to say; at this moment, even discussions seemed unnecessary.
The entire city also seemed to fall silent as if it had been infected by the impending atmosphere of war. A great battle is finally approaching.
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