Long Su and his soldiers were transported back to their territory.
Not all dungeon allow people to use the inner-world
For example if long su try to enter the world seed in the training dungeon the first dungeon he enters ever
The moment he have this thought the dungeon will kick him out of the dungeon
But the barbarians dungeon is a sealed world so he can enter his World for many times but for some hours only then he need to go out
The moment he entered his seed world a series of resounding notifications filled the air, each one accompanied by a distinct chime that signaled a change in the realm.
[Ding! Received 20 Filthy Faith Points.]
[Ding! Received 12 Filthy Faith Points.]
[Ding!...]
Hundreds of notifications cascaded through the world, the sheer volume threatening to overwhelm Long Su's senses.
Yet, amidst the bewildering influx of information, a peculiar pattern emerged.
The Filthy Faith Points, once lost in the aftermath of capturing his first city, had begun to reappear, their return as mysterious as their initial disappearance.
Seeking the source of this strange phenomenon, Long Su's gaze swept across his surroundings.
His attention was drawn to the gruesome display of the enemy heads that his soldiers had brought back from the battlefield.
They were now ablaze, a fire consuming their forms as the filthy faith points continued to rise with each one that vanished.
A sense of realization washed over Long Su as he pieced together the significance of this bizarre occurrence.
Today had been marked by triumph, with the discovery of the Blood-Pool Building paving the way for unparalleled growth.
But now, the secrets of the Filthy Faith Points have been laid bare, offering a new path to bolster his forces and expand the territory.
The barbarians, numbering less than 5,000 with an average faith ranging from 10 to 20, were but a stepping stone on the path to conquest.
With this newfound method to increase the Filthy Faith Points, Long Su could now set his sights on capturing villages and integrating them into the world.
As the fires continued to burn and the notifications chimed on, Long Su stood amidst the chaos, his mind alive with the possibilities that lay before him.
With Filthy Faith, I can get more territory, which means more villages and cities's
"General Zhang," Long Su's voice echoed with a weariness that belied his unwavering resolve, "please count the numbers of skeleton that we've lost and those who remain ready to fight."
As the transport to the throne room began, Long Su's final order hung in the air, a solemn reminder of the sacrifices that had been made in the name of their cause.
Seated upon his throne, Long Su's thoughts drifted to the future as he began to use the daqin faith points for his own growth.
The pursuit of power, once a distant dream, now seemed within reach—a tantalizing prospect that fueled his resolve.
Hours bled into the night as Long Su immersed himself in the intricate process, his determination unwavering despite the exhaustion that threatened to consume him.
As the first rays of dawn breached the horizon, Long Su emerged from his meditative state, his body rejuvenated by the fruits of his labor.
"General Zhang, please, come inside," Long Su beckoned, his voice tinged with a mixture of gratitude and anticipation.
The throne room door creaked open, revealing the stalwart form of General Zhang Han, a constant presence through the trials and tribulations of the past day.
Zhang Han's armored footsteps resonated through the chamber as he entered the throne room
his demeanor an amalgamation of solemn duty and resolute determination.
Bowing before Long Su, he lifted his gaze to meet his leader's eyes, a wealth of emotion lingering in their depths.
"Your Highness, the count of our fallen brethren has been completed."
Zhang Han declared, his voice imbued with the weight of the sacrifices that had been made.
"We have lost 8,532 skeleton slaves, 1,679 skeleton militias, and 37 skeleton soldiers. Their courage and devotion shall never be forgotten."
As the litany of losses hung heavy in the air, a sense of sorrow pervaded the room, a poignant reminder of the price of their ambitions.
Zhang Han continued, his voice resolute and unwavering, "As for those who remain steadfast in their duty, we have 14,558 Skeleton Slaves all armored with bones and bows
3,491 Skeleton Militia with a thousand units armed with level 1 iron swords and shields, and 973 Skeleton Soldiers full armored with iron weapons and shields standing ready to serve and defend our land all the time "
Long Su's gaze swept over the numbers, his mind a maelstrom of conflicting emotions as he weighed the costs and consequences of their campaign.
The losses were a harrowing testament to the brutal realities of war, a sobering reminder of the responsibility that rested upon his shoulders.
Yet, the resilience and strength of their remaining forces served as a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in the face of overwhelming odds, they had persevered.
As silence descended upon the throne room, Long Su knew that the path ahead would be more fighting.
Long Su's gaze held a glimmer of anticipation as he posed his next query to Zhang Han, his voice imbued with the weight of responsibility that lay upon their shoulders.
"What of the weapons did we retrieve from yesterday's battle? Have you had the opportunity to consult with the craftsmen regarding their potential use for our forces?"
Zhang Han, ever the steadfast general, regarded Long Su with an air of steadfast determination
his eyes betraying a flicker of pride at being entrusted with such critical matters.
"Your Highness, I have indeed conferred with the craftsmen on this matter. We have in our possession approximately one thousand damaged weapons, which can be meticulously repaired at a cost of two gold coins per weapon."
A sense of satisfaction settled over Long Su as he absorbed the information, his gratitude for Zhang Han's diligence evident in his tone.
"Excellent work, General Zhang . Your efforts are invaluable in our quest to strengthen our territory and protect our people."
As Long Su contemplated their next move, his thoughts crystallized into a strategic plan, his voice resonating with authority as he outlined his vision.
"Let us repair these weapons and arm our Skeleton Militia, ensuring they are well-equipped to defend our realm. "
" Furthermore, I shall invest ten thousand gold coins to summon five hundred Skeleton Soldiers, whose prowess will undoubtedly bolster our forces."
Pausing momentarily, Long Su considered the complex interplay of resources and military might, his mind alight with the intricate balance of power.
"In addition, we shall summon fifteen hundred Skeleton Militia, for while they may not possess the same skill as our more seasoned soldiers"
" their presence will serve as a vital bulwark against our enemies."
As the full scope of the plan came into focus, Long Su turned his attention back to Zhang Han, his voice softening as he underscored the depth of their mutual trust.
"I entrust these new recruits to your command, General Zhang, confident that your leadership will forge them into a formidable force. "
" Furthermore, should you find any aspect of my orders in need of revision, do not hesitate to voice your concerns, for I value your wisdom above all else."