Before long, Conrad returned to Starfall Isle.

"My lord, I went out and made a brief investigation into this world’s situation," Conrad said.

Faustus nodded.

Conrad had always been cautious. That was one of his strengths.

"What did you find?"

Conrad pondered for a moment, then a strange expression appeared on his face.

"My lord, I discovered that this world’s original native civilization is already gone."

"The ones living here now are all Godthralls that the Godkin captured from various places."

"Godthralls?"

Faustus raised an eyebrow.

Conrad explained, "My lord, you may not know this, but the Godkin divide all living beings into several ranks."

"The first class, of course, is the Godkin themselves. They stand high above all others and don’t need to do anything. The second class are allied races, who help the Godkin manage certain planes. The third class are covenant races. They have a little freedom and some basic authority. The fourth class are lowly races, with almost no freedom and almost no authority. And the fifth class are Godthralls!"

"The first- and second-class races can slaughter them at will, and even the third class can bully them however they like. Godthralls are nothing more than tools for the Godkin. They do the hardest and most exhausting labor—mining, planting, and even feeding divine beasts with the flesh and blood of their own kind... Their status is no different from livestock."

Faustus listened carefully.

Inwardly, he began to wonder what class the human race of Aetheria counted as in the eyes of the Godkin.

After thinking it over, they were probably only fourth-class lowly races—little freedom, low authority.

As for Godthralls... humanity had not fallen to that point yet.

The Godkin treated Godthralls like beasts of burden.

The human race had fled from the Endless Starfield and had fought the Godkin for so many years. At the very least, they had not been reduced to the fifth class.

But in the end, being fourth class was only slightly better in name. It was not all that different from being Godthralls.

The human race could not feel proud simply because they were not Godthralls.

In this starry sky, humanity also had to become the ones who made the rules.

They had to charge toward that supreme and peerless racial status!

Faustus asked, "We must have alerted the Godkin experts in this world. What are they doing?"

A cold gleam flashed in Conrad’s eyes. "My lord, they are already prepared and are gathering their army. Also... several demi-sages are stationed here."

Demi-sages...

There was not the slightest ripple on Faustus’s face. He merely smiled faintly. "Since we have to fight anyway, it’s better to settle this quickly."

"But let me make one thing clear first—this world will be split evenly between you and me."

When Conrad heard this, he was instantly overwhelmed with gratitude. "Thank you, my lord!"

He had already inspected this Divine Wind Realm. It was a complete minor world.

The land was vast, resources were abundant, and there were countless good things here.

Conrad’s entire race only numbered a few hundred million. One-fifth of the territory would already be enough for them to survive and slowly develop.

The terms Faustus offered were enough to make him overjoyed.

A surge of gratitude welled up in Conrad’s heart.

Faustus looked at Conrad’s expression and merely smiled.

In this battle, Faustus was only one person.

Meanwhile, Conrad and his clansmen had mobilized their entire race.

For the sake of their own territory, they would definitely charge at the front and contribute the most.

Faustus could not only complete his class change quest, but also obtain half of a minor world for free. This deal was all profit, no loss.

As for Conrad’s gratitude, that was merely something he had picked up along the way.

"This is only the first world."

Faustus continued, "My goal is to occupy every plane controlled by the Godkin!"

Conrad sucked in a breath of cold air. "My lord’s sights are set on the Endless Starfield. I am far too lacking in comparison."

"There’s no need for unnecessary words. Prepare for war."

Faustus’s gaze turned toward the distance, his tone calm.

"Guests have arrived."

Faustus raised his eyes and looked into the distance. Countless powerful auras surged closer from afar, like a tide.

"Those are the garrison legions the Godkin left to guard this world," Conrad said in a deep voice.

Boom—!

The aura around Conrad erupted violently.

At the same time, the entire war machine of Starfall Isle activated at full power.

Countless Starfolk warriors formed ranks and marched out, a dark mass stretching across the sky and covering the land.

Swish, swish, swish—!

Peak supreme-grade experts stood solemnly behind Conrad.

Everyone’s expression was grave as they faced the powerful enemy before them.

War had come!

Not only did they not retreat, their eyes instead blazed with surging battle intent!

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

From the four directions around Starfall Isle, four legions pressed forward at the same time.

Those were the Godkin’s troops. They were led by Godkin experts, but the warriors charging at the very front were all cannon fodder from other races.

The Godkin ruled over more than a dozen planes. Naturally, they had no shortage of loyal slave races and followers.

Moreover, true Godkin experts were extremely few in number. They would not personally enter the battlefield easily.

...

The four legions stopped not far from Starfall Isle, surrounding it so tightly that not even water could pass through.

At that moment, a Godkin expert flew out and landed steadily in front of Starfall Isle.

Faustus’s gaze fell on that figure.

A demi-sage!

At this moment, the Godkin demi-sage’s face was filled with rage.

The Divine Wind Realm was Godkin territory, and the Godkin were one of the strongest major forces in the starry sky of myriad races.

Yet now, someone actually dared to break through the world barrier and barge into Godkin territory to run wild?

This was simply a slap in the Godkin’s face!

He sized up Starfall Isle from top to bottom, then spoke furiously.

"You starry-sky vagrants have truly grown too bold!"

"Instead of staying obediently in the Endless Starfield, you came to a life world to seize territory?"

He raised his hand and pointed at Starfall Isle, so angry that his voice trembled. "Have you forgotten the Starsea Covenant? Or do you take my Godkin race for easy prey?"

Faustus raised an eyebrow and turned to ask Conrad, "Starsea Covenant? What is that?"

Conrad blinked, then explained, "The Endless Starfield places great importance on life worlds. No matter which star region it is, there are similar regulations."

"The covenant states that if starry-sky vagrants or Astral Corsairs attack a life world, all major forces in the local star region will join forces to suppress them."

So that was it...

Faustus nodded, but he did not take it seriously at all.

What a bullshit treaty!

So-called treaties were forever shackles placed on the weak, and sharp blades used by the strong to consolidate their interests.

"Enough nonsense."

He said indifferently, "Kill him."

Conrad nodded in response and, without another word, charged straight at the Godkin demi-sage.

Behind him, the peak supreme-grade experts led the Starfolk legion forward like a surging tide, crashing toward the Godkin garrison army.

Seeing this, the Godkin demi-sage felt his scalp go numb instead.

When he saw Conrad charging over, he did not hesitate at all. He turned and immediately withdrew into the depths of the army, commanding the troops to meet the attack.

Boom—!

The warriors of the Godkin legion simultaneously burned their Immortal Singularities, and their auras instantly soared to the peak of supreme-grade.

At the same time, the garrison legion’s Divine Domain unfolded.

In the void, a long spear and a beast claw appeared!

Wait!

Faustus’s pupils constricted.

The long spear was indeed a Divine Domain, but that beast claw...

The aura contained within that beast claw actually carried a trace of sage-rank charm!