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Chapter 455 Cake Distribution
The people on the hill gaped slightly.
They wanted to refute it, but after thinking about it, they realized they couldn't.
The number of kills and combat power of the Great Xia are evident to all.
The most powerful demon god was also killed using weapons from the Great Xia Dynasty.
If it weren't for this, none of us would have had the chance to become winners here or count the number of casualties; we would all be on our own escape routes.
Even the 30,000 to 40,000 Great Xia soldiers on the front lines were equipped with exoskeletons, drones, and robotic dogs.
They were armed with incredibly powerful plasma rifles, as well as various grenades, rocket launchers, heavy machine guns, and so on.
With the addition of various armored vehicles, aircraft, ships, and other equipment, the average number of kills per person is comparable to that of a Tier 4 warrior from any race.
This quality is even higher than that of orcs.
More importantly, those nuclear bombs, whose power is even more terrifying than forbidden spells, are the real weapons of mass destruction!
What are we comparing ourselves to?
Seventh-tier combat power?
The nuclear bombs of the Great Xia Dynasty killed three escaped seventh-tier demon lords.
The wind howled.
The leaders of the various tribes in Terra looked at each other, their hearts filled with turmoil.
After a series of complex thoughts, they finally understood the terror of the Great Xia.
It doesn't rely on sheer numbers or sheer numbers.
It relied on its unfathomable industrial foundation and its formidable logistical system.
Muradin scratched his messy hair and sighed.
"I'm impressed."
"We dwarves are convinced."
"The weapons of the Great Xia are far more powerful than the equipment forged by us dwarves."
"We hope to go to your Great Xia sometime and properly study that thing called... physics!"
Zhao Gang put away the report, glancing eastward out of the corner of his eye.
A bright red sun finally broke free from the horizon and burst forth.
A thousand rays of golden light bathed the plains soaked in blood.
The allied soldiers looked up, facing the blinding morning sun.
"Everyone."
Long Zhan turned around, facing the rising sun and the army, and roared.
"The Demon God is dead, and the main force of the Demon race has been defeated."
"We won this battle."
Millions of soldiers shouted,
"Victory! Victory!! Victory!!!"
Ryze raised his staff high, and a pure holy light shot straight into the sky.
May the holy light guide the souls of the fallen back home!
After the battle damage was tallied, the oppressive atmosphere eased slightly, and the army was allowed to rest on the spot.
Next, the main event.
Cut the cake!
Nearly ten million demon corpses lay scattered across the battlefield.
These are not trash; in the eyes of all ethnic groups, they are all hard currency that can be exchanged for the advanced resources of the Great Xia!
In order to discuss the allocation plan, everyone came to a conference room in the Great Xia Command Headquarters.
As Lin Mo reached the door, he remembered something, stopped, and turned to look behind him.
The Dragon King was as big as a mountain of flesh, with huge fleshy wings folded at his sides, and this small conference room could not contain him at all.
Helpless, Lin Mo could only wave his hand and call over a few soldiers.
The soldiers brought over several long tables and folding chairs, and put them together in the open space outside to create a simple outdoor conference table.
The leaders of the five tribes, along with the representative of the Great Xia, made up a total of six forces, sitting in a circle.
The Dragon King lay beside him, his enormous dragon eyes fixed on the table.
The air was still filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood.
But the tension at the negotiating table was no less than that on the battlefield.
Ryze, a seventh-tier archmage of the Holy Human race, was the first to launch an attack.
His staff slammed heavily on the muddy ground, creating a shallow crater.
"Everyone!"
Ryze looked around, his voice hoarse yet firm.
"I propose that the spoils be distributed according to the size of the armies mobilized by each race and the number of seventh-tier powerhouses participating!"
The Holy Human Race mobilized a million troops, ranking first, with four seventh-tier soldiers deployed, including a pope who also perished.
This proposal is clearly aimed at securing the greatest possible benefit for the Holy Human race.
The voice just fell.
"call--"
Two streams of scorching white steam shot out from the dragon king's nostrils, which were as thick as water jars.
The white vapor transformed into a whirlwind, directly overturning the water glass in front of Ryze.
The Dragon King lowered its massive head, its vertical pupils coldly fixed on Ryze, its eyes devoid of any warmth.
Are you dreaming?
The Dragon King's voice was like muffled thunder, making everyone's eardrums ache.
The dragon race only dispatched four thousand dragons this time!
If the distribution were based on the number of troops deployed, they wouldn't even get a sip of meat soup!
Although the dragon race sends out fewer troops, their members have the strongest average combat strength and quality. To divide them by quantity is an insult to the dragons!
The dragon race is not short of money; after all, the wealth they have accumulated over millions of years is not to be underestimated.
But they are also spending money, with the bulk of it coming from the food they purchase from various ethnic groups.
Moreover, the Dragon Clan's wealth had just been ruthlessly exploited by the Great Xia Dynasty for that Fire Seed Project.
He also tasted the benefits of those customized weapons from Great Xia.
If we want to continue purchasing high-tech equipment from Great Xia, we'll have to spend a lot more money!
Since these demon corpses can be sold for money, we must fight for them!
On the Da Xia side, Lin Mo's brows were also slightly furrowed, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table.
"Lord Ryze, this proposal is unacceptable to Great Xia."
Lin Mo's voice was calm and steady, yet it exuded an undeniable confidence.
"Although the Great Xia only deployed 100,000 troops, don't forget, we fought nearly 70% of the demons on this battlefield!"
Do they want to kick Da Xia out of the top spot for dividing the pie?
No way.
The dwarf king Muradin suddenly stood up and kicked the chair behind him away.
He leaned on the edge of the table with both hands, looking at Ryze with a huff, his thick beard bristling with anger.
"Bullshit! Divide it according to the number of troops deployed?"
He pointed at Ryze's nose and started cursing.
"If that's the rule, next time there's a war, our entire dwarf race can just go to war, dig holes, hide underground, and sleep to preserve our strength!"
"Since it's divided according to the number of people, why fight to the death?"
"In my opinion, we should just distribute the spoils according to the number of casualties! Whoever dies the most gets the lion's share!"
The dwarves suffered a devastating loss of 130,000 men in this battle.
Upon hearing this, the Elf Queen Elari's face instantly turned cold.
She crossed her legs gracefully, her pale blue eyes gleaming with a cold light.
"Muraradin, is your brain filled with nothing but ale?"
"The reason our Elven and Holy Human races have suffered low casualties is because of the Fountain of Life and healing magic!"
"Distribute rewards based on casualties? Then you'll compensate us for the holy water and mana we consumed?"
"I propose that the fairest method is to distribute rewards based on the number of enemies killed on the battlefield!"
Warwick, the Beastmaster, coughed weakly twice, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.
"Kill count? How is that counted?"
Zhao Gang also said:
"That's unrealistic!"
"Over ten million demons fought in a chaotic battle, and if you include those underground and in the sea, the total number is nearly twenty million! Who can count that?"
"If we were to calculate based on the kill counts reported by the soldiers, everyone would definitely lie. Those guys under my command could easily report hundreds of millions of kills!"
The game was now at a stalemate.
For a time, neither side could convince the other.