Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 825 - 541 Turning Point_3

Chapter 825: Chapter 541 Turning Point_3

"Eight days should suffice. From now on, set all other tasks aside and focus solely on concocting this Life God Berry. Collaborate with the Pikespirit Druids and have them perform the Divine Berry Technique, while you infuse the life force to see if we can successfully produce this Life God Berry," Gaven immediately assigned Half-Moon Colt with a new mission.

"Okay," Luna asked enthusiastically, "I kept forgetting to ask earlier—how did she get hurt? Was it the trace of Moando Servants again? Are we going to war?"

Half-Moon Colt harbored deep-seated hatred towards Moando and his servants. Hearing any news about them would invigorate her to investigate thoroughly and eradicate them entirely. She seemed resolved to eliminate any chance of a resurgence by the God of Degeneration and Corruption, Moando.

"That’s a long story. Let’s discuss it during the whole troop meeting when we get back to the army," Gaven signaled to Veranika, "Let’s go, back to the camp."

As his stature had grown, many decisions were no longer Gaven’s alone to make; instead, they necessitated convening meetings for comprehensive discussions and analyses.

Although this was undoubtedly more complicated, the benefits were clear—it enabled a pooling of wisdom to make the most advantageous decisions.

Soon, the high-ranking members of the Conqueror Army gathered together.

Before officially starting, Gaven threw out the first question, "Before we begin, can anyone answer me this—when did our migration army turn into the Conqueror Army? And how did the path of migration become the Conqueror Path?"

As the deputy, Kopofiel grimaced and said, "Whether it’s called a migration army or a Conqueror Army isn’t entirely up to us to decide. It depends on what outsiders call us. Our actions in Giant Plains are unequivocally acts of conquest. All those creatures from the Monster Tribe, and the human groups, now call us that. Most importantly, many of our people have taken a liking to the name, thinking it sounds more powerful and imposing than a mere migration army; now, they all refer to themselves as the Conqueror Army."

Veranika suggested, "Lord, I don’t think this is a bad thing. It represents a boost in our migrants’ confidence and could deter the monsters along the way. Ultimately, how we act is still for us to decide. Whether it’s a migration army or a Conqueror Army, as long as we successfully lead them to their destination, we would have succeeded."

This was a typical pragmatic viewpoint.

"So, you all have no objections to renaming ourselves the Conqueror Army and this path the Conqueror Path?" Gaven’s gaze swept across the faces of the senior leaders.

"No objections," they unanimously responded.

Aside from Kopofiel, who was relatively mature, weren’t the others all fiery-hearted? Their self-confidence had been significantly boosted by the events at Giant Plains, and they were eager to transform this path into a true Conqueror Path—aiming to conquer everything they encountered.

"Alright, from now on, we’ll officially rename ourselves the Conqueror Army, and the path we walk will be called the Conqueror Path," Gaven decisively ruled. "Veranika, please share the intelligence collected from the three meetings with the generals."

"At your command," Veranika stood up and succinctly reported the information she held.

Gaven then asked, "What do you all think we should choose? Should we intervene in the war in Efanso?"

"Need you ask? Of course, we should intervene. Otherwise, wouldn’t we betray the very name of our Conqueror Army? Just give the order, Lord, and our Blood Gorge Brigade will charge at the forefront," Hobgoblin Giant Thomas volunteered.

He was in command of one hundred Hobgoblin Giant Battalions and five hundred Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry, which had been split_off from the Blood Claw Legion. He was one of the eight who activated the Blood Oath Warlord Template during the Blood Oath ceremony under the True God.

"Sit down for now. If needed, you’ll certainly be called upon," Gaven nodded at him, affirming his loyalty and bravery.

This Hobgoblin Giant named Thomas, like Blood Claw in many respects, might not be exceptionally standout in personal combat power, but his intelligence and emotional quotient were not low. Fundamentally, he adhered to the Hobgoblin’s doctrine of conquest—a fact that ensured his response to such matters was predictable.

"I think we should be more cautious about this matter. After all, the current rulers of Efanso are a group of Necromancers who command forces difficult to quantify. Perhaps they have tens of thousands of Undead Spirits Soldiers buried in Efanso, and, as you mentioned, an infective virus that turns the dead into undead, which poses a huge threat to us. If they send even a small group of their elites to launch a surprise attack on our army, it could cause substantial casualties and might even lead to our own fighting each other. Although our name has changed, our primary goal remains to safely lead these migrants to the Valley," General Kopofiel, always advocating for caution, especially with countless lives entrusted to their leadership, made his concerns clear.

"The General’s concerns are valid, but I need to object. First, regarding the issue of troop strength, it’s highly unlikely. If they had that many Undead Soldiers in Efanso, given their rate of extracting negative energy, they would have turned it into a frigid ghostland by now. From the intelligence we currently have, the region is still predominantly ruled by humans.

Secondly, if they truly had such formidable strength, they wouldn’t have hesitated to expand their dominion in Giant Dragon Coast or eradicate the Avenger Rebellion Army completely.

Thirdly, the fact they proactively contacted us, offering money for pacification, reveals their lack of confidence in their own strength," Veranika analyzed and refuted Kopofiel’s concerns layer by layer. "As for their most potent weapon, the epidemic, I’ve already mentioned in my report that we’ve found an effective countermeasure and have begun mass-producing the corresponding Antidote Potions to minimize the risk posed