Island God: Going From Level 1 To World Ruler-Chapter 126: Sneak Peek

’Only 150 soldiers?’ Midas thought, not knowing whether to laugh or feel bad for the bloke.

Then again, he didn’t know how strong these soldiers really were.

Still, compared to his army of soldier mosquitoes and white orcs, he doubted a random player that wasn’t even backed by a major kingdom could have stronger soldiers.

’I could pretend that I am weak to avoid trouble...’ Midas thought, ’After all, if word of my army gets out, many will be using that information to their advantage... but... that is what a bitch would do in this situation. It seems that 150 soldiers is quite a high amount among players here, since this guy thinks he can boast about it. All I have to do is not spill the information that I have the thousand limit consisting of immensely powerful beasts. I don’t have to pretend to be weak. Without showing my soldiers, it will be a mystery no matter what I say.’ He thought to himself.

"Okay... let’s quickly get this over with," Midas replied, unsheathing his Black Reapers and holding them to his sides.

The horned young gentleman raised a brow in confusion, "Huh? Did you not hear what I just said? Why are you unsheathing your blade when I just told you I have an army! I didn’t just bring as many peasants and bums I could like most probably did. I brought a real force of trained combatants!" He yelled.

"Listen, kid," The stone-killed player sighed, "You clearly don’t know what you’re going up against here. We get you are strong, but did you forget the rules? Combat prowess is a test done by the zone beast! When it comes to other players, it’s all about war strategy. Your strength will not summon hundreds of soldiers to fight for you!"

"What makes you think I don’t have these soldiers?" Midas asked. He was half-taunting them with a smile, but also slightly curious as to why these two were so confident.

The horned player smiled, "Hmph. I am great at reading people. I can tell from your attire and look alone that you probably haven’t lived in society for very long. Your facial hair is poorly groomed. Your hair is way too long. And your clothing is half primitive! The hide you are wearing seems like it was dried a few weeks ago! There isn’t even any polish on it." He said.

"Oh... but that still doesn’t answer my question, though," Midas replied.

"Get a brain, kid!" The stone-skinned player shouted, slightly irritated now. "How could a player summoned in a forest garner an army? Since this event is for the region surrounding Meniras, every single player has done their research! Only those with big backings can have a large army. Even if we were to assume the worst, you would only have an army of beasts in the region. Orcs... goblins... a few other types of less intelligent but more powerful monsters. That is the most you could gather in this region. So I know for a fact you aren’t ready to battle us." He smiled.

"I see..." Midas was smirking throughout this conversation.

’Man... this really makes me want to summon every soldier in my arsenal just out of spite. But I won’t, as that wouldn’t benefit me. However... I probably can’t deal with these two players and their respective armies all by myself, and Bzzrt, who they still have no clue is hiding in the clouds.’

This seemed like bad news, but really, it excited Midas.

’I will release one legion of my army. But I will be tactical. I know that once I conquer this zone, I will need to place down an army to defend it while I go into other zones. So, I will preemptively release that army now so it won’t be a waste.’ He thought.

"You want to see my army then?" Midas smiled, "Go ahead." He raised his hand, his ring gleaming with light.

The horned individual didn’t waver, doing the same. His partner didn’t budge.

’Hmph... I’ll let these two fight it out and weaken both sides. It’s every man for himself... sorry friend.’ The stone-skinned player thought inwardly with cunning.

Midas stalled, ’Let’s see his arsenal first.’ He thought.

Behind the horned man, 150 soldiers appeared in a square group. They all wore iron armor, their legs covered with red skirts like Roman soldiers of the past.

In their hands were long spears, and they wore helmets with long red mohawks sticking out of the top.

"Lord Memphis! What is your order!?" A resounding echo of voices sounding in unison.

The horned player, addressed as ’Memphis’, smiled wholeheartedly.

Midas scanned the soldiers without hesitation.

And then, he smirked.

’Seems they are normally trained soldiers. Nothing special.’ He thought, sighing outwardly.

"You have severely underestimated me." He said, "I am going to rule this entire world, but I had some doubts. I thought I wasn’t far in my path!" He spoke as if he were talking to himself. As if he didn’t have a care for anyone’s opinions about his words.

"But now, I realize that I will easily win this event and become king soon enough!" He said before suddenly beginning to laugh.

Memphis glanced at his partner, the two furrowing their brows with confusion.

"Quiet!" The horned player screamed, "Unleash your army, fool! Let’s see if you can back that talk!"

"Hmph," Midas exclaimed. ’I probably won’t even need more than the Pistol Squad to take these bums out. But since I’m releasing an army to guard this zone in the future, I’m allowed to go a bit overboard.’ His smile turned to a grin.

Just then, ten towering figures with dominating auras were summoned behind him. Ten trolls stood guard like trees. Massive steel clubs were in their hands, and their bodies were covered with tough armor.

They resembled enormous orcs. Like human soldiers that were easily more than ten times the size!

Memphis suddenly felt his heart sink into his stomach. His partner was also surprised.

But... that was nowhere near all.

The Pistol Squad of armored and armed goblins appeared behind the trolls.

Yemo stepped forward, shooting one bullet into the air.

Dozens of sharp-sounding bullets immediately followed.

Surrounding them was a group of eighty white orcs clad in robust armor and wielding the most fearsome of weapons.

And finally, twenty soldier mosquitoes hovered above.

Seeing all of this behind Midas, Memphis fell onto his knees. His eyes were wide, but his face was pale.

’High white orcs... half ancient trolls... and wind breaker mosquitos... who in the world have I offended?’ He thought, in utter defeat.