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Bringing the Farm to Live in Another World

Chapter 693: Confrontation ⚔️

Published: March 12, 2025

As Zhao Hai heard the Dragon King speak, he couldn't help but smile slightly and replied, "Your Majesty, haven't your subordinates told you that I have just taken the succubus Berry as my wife?"

The Dragon King was momentarily taken aback by Zhao Hai's words, then burst into a hearty laugh, "Ah, I seem to have forgotten! To be honest, I really envy your luck, to actually be able to take a succubus as your wife, hahaha, you are truly blessed!"

Of course, Zhao Hai wouldn't say that everything about the demon realm was told to him by Cai'er. To be honest, Zhao Hai felt a great deal of sympathy for these members of the demon clan. If they could peacefully come to live in the Ark Continent, he would not stop them. However, they had not chosen peace; they chose war. Zhao Hai disliked warfare, but he was not afraid of it.

Thus, Zhao Hai opted to lead his army to confront the demon clan head-on, and he didn't let Cai'er assist him against them. If Zhao Hai really wanted Cai'er to help him deal with the demon clan, he could have easily asked her to withdraw her branches from the demon realm, which would likely lead to a severe food crisis there.

Therefore, he chose to fight the demon clan directly, rather than seeking another method. However, he would not disclose Cai'er’s existence, as doing so would adversely affect her.

Looking at the Dragon King, Zhao Hai smiled slightly and said, "Your Majesty, do you also have a succubus as your wife? There’s no need to envy me, right? You, as the vanguard officer, have come to the Ark Continent to establish a city, but it can't just be for that, can it?"

The Dragon King looked deeply at Zhao Hai and said, "Mr. Zhao, you seem to know quite a bit about our demon realm. However, you have really misunderstood this time; our vanguard officer is indeed here to build a city. Once this city is established, our demon clan will have a fixed base in the Ark Continent. At that point, whether the people of the Ark Continent like it or not, they will have to acknowledge our existence."

Zhao Hai shook his head and sighed, "We do not deny the existence of the demon clan, but it seems that it is the demon clan that does not want us to exist. To be honest, this city of the Ark Continent is indeed large, but it cannot compare to the demon realm. Even if the demon clan were to conquer the entire Ark Continent, it would not be possible for all of their people to migrate here. Why must you open war against us?"

Upon hearing Zhao Hai's words, a glint of madness suddenly flashed in the Dragon King's eyes as he yelled, "This is precisely why we wage war! Why should you, the weak races, occupy such a fine land while our powerful demon clan is forced to live in the demon realm? Why? This land should belong to our demon clan, and anyone who dares to block us must die!"

Zhao Hai sighed as he looked at the Dragon King, knowing that a resolution was impossible. Taking a deep breath, he calmly looked at the Dragon King and said, "Then there is nothing left but to fight!"

Just as Zhao Hai prepared to command his army to attack, the Dragon King interjected, "Wait! Mr. Zhao, do you truly wish to be our enemy? You are a dark mage; over the years on the Ark Continent, dark mages have been heavily oppressed. The god of darkness you believe in is very similar to the demon god we believe in. Why can't you join our demon clan and conquer the entire Ark Continent with us? With your strength, helping us conquer the Ark Continent would allow you to carve out your own territory."

Zhao Hai looked at the Dragon King, laughed heartily, and said, "Zhao Hai appreciates the Dragon King's goodwill, but regardless, I am a person of the Ark Continent. Although the Ark Continent comprises many races and has its share of friction, none of us want to become someone else's slave, whether they be from the divine race or the demon clan. Our heads may roll, our blood may flow, but we will never become slaves!" Zhao Hai's words were resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.