The difference between a party of eight and an army of two hundred was, of course, great. Therefore, rcenaries were often resented and envied for having such an advantage. But it wasn't as if they couldn't hire a lot of people to fight.
I had not yet experienced it, but according to the download, fighting a soul-bound group was incomparable to fighting a reaper mob. And while many wanted to be able to form armies like us, only we had the right to do so.
Granting such benefits to a group called Death Seekers naturally didn't sit well with most people. This benefit was, of course, because of what we do.
Armies were allowed for the sole purpose of being used in large-scale defense or the suppression of rebellion. Such an advantage naturally translated into power.
'If you think about it, rcenaries were like nobles in feudal tis.'
While the rules were enforced by the Revenant.
It was impossible for him to be around all the ti. For this reason, rcenaries help out, but just like the police or the army succumbed to corruption, so did the Death Seekers. So there were bastards like the Saviors as well.
Back to the topic. This woman was indirectly asking if I planned to use my power or just stick with my personal squad like most rcenaries do.
After all, Specters were part of the assault group that ventured to the front lines. Not everyone wanted the hassle of maintaining a large group.
However, for those who normally stayed on the battlefront, having the support of an army was a tangible benefit. Thus I could understand why she asked the clever question.
Phillip, who understood the far-reaching implications of her question, turned around to await my answer.
If I ever decided to form an army, he would have neither the ability nor the authority to lead it, even though he was my representative.
The purpose of my army, along with its values, its composition, and its mbers, would all be determined by myself and my adjutants.
Although I had so ideas, they seed so far away that I never really thought about them. Bella's comnt during the enlistnt was pretty much the guarantee that I would eventually create an army.
'This whole world believes Formless are nothing but trash. What would happen if we dominated with a group comprised of nothing but trash? If It's you and , we can do it. I know we can. What do you say?'
The entire Reaper society was driven by two things: Souls and {Fates}. Professions were the ans of earning money for those who could not fight. However, which profession the reapers chose was naturally influenced by the nature of their {Fates}.
In my opinion, if there were people who wanted to fight but couldn't, they were valuable.
More valuable than those who could but wouldn't.
That was the goal of my forces.
Tension filled the air as the representatives waited. Though I was only a Wraith, my results gave weight to my words.
Just as how I achieved a remarkable outco during my first night. My army, of course, would naturally be above average. At least that was what they were betting on.
Currently, Scott, Joshua, Mike, and Santiago were all Formless and willing to work for . If I could use Earth to arm Hellsgate with guns, we could turn the tide.
Bullets didn't care what your {fate} was. All they cared about was whether you could handle the recoil.
After constructing my thoughts, I opened my mouth and spoke.
"I do. My army would have only one purpose. To exterminate the undead. I am not sure how other groups do it, but my army will take anyone who wants to fight. Regardless of your profession, regardless of your {Fate}."
"Is that because you yourself are Formless?"
"Yes," I replied.
"But still, Formless in battle? Won't everyone just die?"
"And you wish to take them into battle?"
Despite the objections I answered curtly.
"Yes."
"But still! Why should...?"
"She's right! You would be sending them to their graves!"
I held up my hand telling the representatives to pipe down. I already knew these people saw the Formless as trash, convincing them with just words was be hard.
So I just pulled out another gun.
"{Draw} 1887."
I cocked the gun and placed it on my shoulder. Even though we were Phantoms who were immortal, my simple action still made people flinch.
"Guns do not care about your desires, feelings, strengths, or weaknesses. They are simple. You pull the trigger and a bullet cos out the other side. I don't need to prove to you how effective I am with them."
I sheathed the M60 and drew the M24.
"Despite being Formless, no one could beat my results. If one person alone could make such an impact, what about an army? Ard and trained by , we will slaughter the undead by the thousands. This is my goal, this is my vision."
After putting both guns away, I cross my arms and declared in a stern voice.
"And this will be their purpose."
Cynthia, the one who asked about my army curtsied as she looked at and took out her phone. More people tried to ask questions, but Phillip answered the simple questions on my behalf.
After so ti had passed, Phillip clapped his hands and said excitedly.
"Ti is up, we will not be accepting any more proposals."
"Huh? Already! Wait! Just one more hour!"
"Shit! My guild leaders are not responding!"
"Just another half hour, we will reduce our share of the loot! Just wait!"
"Sorry, Limitless is running out of ti. The proposals from Red Moons, Overlord, and Golden Wick were accepted. Lala, can we request a private eting room for a day?"
"Certainly, Mr. Scrivener."
Lala handed my clerk a key and returned to her seat. Phillip ignored the other representatives trying to talk to and gestured for to follow.
The dwarf from Overlord, the blonde from Golden Wick and the pink haired woman from Red Moons all followed us. As we walked, Phillip instructed Yvonne.
"Ms. Yvonne. Please prepare seventeen separate blessing rituals. We must complete them within the hour."
"Excuse ? You want seventeen? Now?"
Hearing her exaggerated reaction, I had no choice but to suck it up and prepare for more annoying situations.
'Ugh, Can I just go shoot zombies?'
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