Chapter 2126 - 2119: Your Whole Family Are Slaves
On the battlefield, the warriors, captives, and slaves from both sides were engaged in intense combat, while the military fortresses on either side had war generals observing every move on the battlefield.
The middle-aged man with the binoculars was named Xiwat, representing the Mansha Kingdom, whose warriors wore red armor. They had been in a state of war with the Hongteng Kingdom for years, committing almost the entire nation’s military forces to support this war, even using prisoners and slaves.
These two countries were both highly civilized, differing from the other worlds Zhang Menglong had encountered, where development was either focused extremely on technology or martial arts. These two empires had no particular focus, promoting both technology and martial arts equally, and even were integrating the two thoroughly.
In this Supreme World, all life levels had reached the level of Ultimate Life Form.
Yet, despite being all Ultimate Life Forms, the differences between individuals were still very apparent. Generally, each country’s society was divided into three types of people.
The first type was the Martial Artists, combining human cultivation with technological assistance, they were the backbone of the country. Whether in the military or in other domains, the figure of a Martial Artist was present.
The second type was the war researchers, consisting of two roles. One focused on researching how to assist in human evolution and strengthening, while the other was purely focused on war weaponry research.
The third type was the ordinary societal members, who made up the societal ecosystem as a whole.
The latter two types, although their life levels had reached the Ultimate Life Form grade, compared to Earth’s ordinary people, were only slightly stronger under the powerful laws and material composition of this world.
However, becoming a Martial Artist meant taking a completely different path. Powerful Martial Artists could still stir the seas and shatter the void. Of course, in this world, Martial Artists had a unique title of their own; they were called Transcenders.
Beyond human limits, beyond the shackles of life, beyond everything.
Becoming a Transcender allowed one to hold important positions in a country’s military, even becoming a general.
Between ordinary people and Transcenders, there was also a very special stage, a barrier that most could not break through in their lifetime. Only a small number could cross this threshold to become a true Transcender.
Of course, those between ordinary people and Transcenders had fairly good physical qualities, frequently becoming soldiers charging in war, or serving society in roles like security guards, thugs, or bodyguards. These people were known as Beginners.
However, even being called a Beginner had specific thresholds, and that threshold was Soul Rank!
In this world, most people’s Soul Rank was only at the basic level. To become a Transcender, at least a First-grade Soul Rank was required. Some people’s Soul Rank was higher than basic but still not reaching First-grade, leaving them stuck in an intermediate level, making them Beginners.
Of course, nothing is absolute. Some people with only basic Soul Rank still became Transcenders; their growth potential was just very low.
Soul Rank was partly related to heredity, but not entirely, so some people born as slaves with a decent Gift eventually rose to become significant figures, something not unheard of.
On this battlefield, most in armor were Beginners, divided by strength into ordinary soldiers, Second-class soldiers, First-class soldiers, and Elite Soldiers.
Just now, the blue-armored person Zhang Menglong had knocked flying was a Second-class soldier. Though still Cannon Fodder, among the Cannon Fodder, they were relatively more advanced.
Conversely, Zhang Menglong’s attire was clearly that of a Mansha Kingdom slave. When did such a powerful slave appear in their Slave Camp?
Although there were some Beginners in their Slave Camps and prisoner camps, at most they were at the Second-class soldier level. Without rigorous training and proper weapons, they were no match for real Second-class soldiers. It usually took over a dozen to take down one, which was already quite good.
When faced with Second-class soldiers, it might take hundreds of lives to take one down.
"Father, it’s just a slave born with a higher Soul Rank; it’s not that unusual." Beside the middle-aged man stood a young man in armor, with a delicate appearance revealing a heroic spirit. He was Karon, the only son of the Mansha Kingdom’s General Xiwat.
Karon inherited his father’s Second-grade Soul Rank Gift, already becoming a high-level Beginner at this age, just a step away from being a true Transcender, making him one of the outstanding young people of this Mansha Empire generation.
"It’s not that simple," Xiwat said, "That one strike was not just brute force; it involved extremely strong control to release energy. Such mastery of energy control is something even newly initiated Transcenders might not achieve."
"Father, isn’t that an exaggeration?" Karon was somewhat unconvinced. In all his years, he had never heard his father make such an Evaluation about him. The first occasion was used to describe a slave.
"Not at all an exaggeration! Someone, direct the War Inspector Device at that slave!"
On the battlefield, it was as if an eye from a divine perspective observed everything, displaying the area where Zhang Menglong was on a device behind them.
The war had reached a boiling point, almost everyone fighting with reckless abandon. Zhang Menglong, having just knocked away a Second-class soldier, became a target of many blue-armored men.
A dozen blue-armored men eyed Zhang Menglong viciously, with one even riding a dinosaur-like mount, carrying an aura more powerful than the previous Second-class soldier.
"That slave, retreat! This is an Elite Soldier; you can’t win!" Suddenly, Zhang Menglong found he could understand their language! It seemed Gou Dan had completed the language analysis.
But why had he become a slave?
When the cavalry appeared, even the red-armored men hesitated to step back, clearly indicating the Elite Soldier’s strength was formidable.
"Charge!" The cavalryman raised his weapon and pointed forward, with a dozen blue-armored men pressing towards Zhang Menglong.
"This is annoying, aren’t they done yet?" Zhang Menglong, involuntarily drawn into the battle, was already irked, and these people persistently pursued him, kindling a spark of annoyance within him.
"Kill this slave!"
Zhang Menglong’s gaze turned cold: "Slave? To hell with your slave, damn it, your whole family are slaves!"