Chapter 947: They Seem to Be Here for Sightseeing

Ang didn’t care when they’d depart; the silver coin was just a routine report—soul network reports were ignored, so for something this important, the silver coin had to return in person.

But returning had its perks: he arrived just in time to find such excellent gear. The silver coin had been waiting for a chance to deal with Ogar—and here it was. What better opportunity than selling equipment?

Carrying two sets of monkey-grade double-crystal defense cloaks, the silver coin made several transfers to reach a secret coordinate provided by the other side. After teleporting out, he found himself in a vast enclosed space.

A spacious square, straight avenues, orderly layouts and buildings, disciplined personnel—it looked like a military camp.

As the silver coin stepped out of the teleportation array, a flying vehicle was already waiting. A soldier asked: “Are you Lord Silver Coin?”

“Yes, I am,” the silver coin replied.

“Please board. Lord Ogar requests your presence.”

The silver coin got in. The vehicle’s curtains were drawn. Once it moved, he lifted one corner to look outside.

The soldier who met him frowned but didn’t stop him.

Seeing no resistance, the silver coin pushed further, pulling the curtain wider and wider.

On both sides of the straight road were patches of open ground, many occupied by soldiers training. Each group’s gear appeared identical.

On one patch, all soldiers were bare-chested, wielding dual hammers, swinging in perfect unison, then roaring as they slammed their hammers together—massive spectral shadows rose from their bodies.

On another, a group wore robes like sorcerers, one hand holding a book, the other a staff, chanting loudly. When their chant peaked, they thrust their staves high—and a spectral shadow burst from each body.

On yet another, a squad of archers stretched their bodies, murmuring incantations, then drew their bows sharply—identical spectral shadows erupted from them.

Next came sword-and-shield troops, spear troops, and many other types the silver coin had never seen—all training in perfect unison. At their most intense moments, each produced a unique spectral shadow.

To others, these shadows might have been unrecognizable—but the silver coin knew them well.

The flying vehicle stopped before a larger open area, where a massive, armored female shield-bearer was sparring with a steel construct, driving it steadily backward.

The silver coin studied the armored woman thoughtfully.

“Hello, Lord Silver Coin,” came a familiar voice from the side.

The silver coin turned and saw an ordinary middle-aged mage: “Lord Ogar?”

“It’s me. How do you like it?” Ogar asked with deep implication.

The silver coin rubbed his hands and smiled warmly. Of course—he wasn’t a fool. He understood the silver coin’s purpose, had shown his own sincerity, and now was asking what sincerity the silver coin offered.

They were about to cooperate. The silver coin’s visit at this moment might seem like a mere courtesy to the ignorant—but Ogar understood: he was here to scout.

So he chose this location—the place where he could fully display his strength.

“Excellent, very excellent, Lord Ogar. I’ve brought equipment that can instantly and dramatically boost your soldiers’ strength. See.” The silver coin produced the two cloaks.

“Cloaks? That’s it? To boost defense? Are you mocking me, Lord Silver Coin?” Ogar said, displeased.

But his mood flipped instantly as he felt the cloak’s rough texture: “Specifically rebounds chaotic energy? Can something like this even exist? Will it rebound other energies too?”

The silver coin shook his head: “Only chaotic energy.”

“But… our target is the Deathless Undead. Don’t you have gear that rebounds death energy?” Ogar asked.

The silver coin smiled warmly: “It does resist soul attacks up to a certain strength. But once you eliminate the Deathless Undead, you won’t need to face them anymore, right?”

“Hahaha, makes sense. I need three thousand of these cloaks.”

“Fine. Ten million magic crystals each. Total: three hundred million magic crystals.” The silver coin rubbed his hands, grinning until his eyes vanished.

“Pfft—you want to charge? That’s outrageous?”

“Eighty percent off. Two hundred forty million.”

“Too expensive. I’ll take two hundred sets first. If they work, I’ll order more.”

“Are you serious? Wholesale only gets discounts. Two hundred sets? Full price. Twenty million.” The silver coin snapped.

As a merchant, he hated this kind of behavior—using a big order to pressure prices, then buying only a fraction. That wasn’t business—it was thievery.

Ogar wasn’t a merchant. He was baffled why the silver coin was angry. It was just haggling. Say no, counteroffer—why get mad?

In the end, no deal was struck. He bought two hundred sets at full price. He only needed that many. Zhang Zui’s request for three thousand was just for bargaining leverage—he had fewer than a hundred close-combat shield troops; the rest were mages.

After receiving the deposit, the silver coin made several transfers and returned to Qiaotoubao.

Anthony had returned too. They gathered to hear the silver coin’s report. When he described the spectral shadows on the soldiers, Negrilis frowned: “Eidolons? They’re training Eidolons?”

No one knew Eidolons better than Negrilis. His Copper Book held two: Red Star and Truth Cannon Walker.

Red Star was the founder of the Star College, Negrilis’s distant fanatic disciple. Truth Cannon Walker was the chief sorcerer who turned Derosa’s designs into reality.

But those were their former identities. Eidolons were the manifested beliefs of the masses.

A famous figure, if the masses perceive him as fearless, his Eidolon will be fearless. If they see him as cunning, his Eidolon will be cunning.

Unlike gods, who have self-awareness—when a fearless god faces death, he flees. But Eidolons don’t. They’re gods without minds, only acting according to the collective image of them.

“They’re training Eidolons? Now I know why they want to kill gods. The gods occupy their ecological niche,” Anthony realized.

“More than that. Divine power unifies—all divine authority flows back to the god. But Eidolons let every soldier become a god. Holy crap—Eidolon warriors!” Negrilis exclaimed excitedly.

Eidolons could be used like this? He’d always thought Red Star and Walker were fools.

With a full army of Eidolons, no wonder Ogar could kill gods.

“Good. With a capable partner, this becomes much easier. According to Bethoman’s report, the Deathless Undead have begun assembling. They won’t take long to move. We—” Anthony paused suddenly, tilting his head to listen.

After a long moment, Anthony spoke with a strange expression: “My lord, a fleet of several hundred airships is approaching this direction. They seem to be here for sightseeing.”