The Battle Concludes

Inside the main hall.

After Durontan, Zarick, and the other outsiders had departed one after another, Roland could finally no longer maintain his calm expression.

"Reff, immediately tally the casualties of every legion. I want to know as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir!"

"Puvela, turn around and return to the City of Guardianship at once."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The City of Guardianship moved quickly. In less than half a day, it crossed more than a thousand miles and returned above the City of Guardianship.

Reff was equally efficient. Through the scrying crystals aboard Sky City and several magical channels directly linked to the various legions, he soon completed a preliminary report on the casualties suffered by each legion in this battle.

In the luxurious yet antiquated study behind the main hall.

Roland sat upright in his large chair, rapidly flipping through the casualty reports gathered from every location. Unknowingly, his expression gradually became exceedingly grim.

The casualties were too severe—far beyond what he had anticipated.

Over the three-month war against the Beastkin Empire, the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom had suffered a total of 1.6 million casualties.

More than half of them had died in battle, reaching the terrifying number of 850,000. Another 180,000 soldiers had been permanently forced out of the army due to severe injuries.

Although more than half of the fallen had essentially come from the noble coalition army assembled by the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom, the kingdom's directly affiliated legions had still paid a heavy price.

Bulwark Legion! 7,500 dead, 18,000 lightly or severely wounded.

Guardian Legion! 3,600 dead, 9,000 lightly or severely wounded.

War Wolf Legion! 8,000 dead, 6,000 lightly or severely wounded.

Dark Angel Legion! 1,500 dead, more than 4,000 lightly or severely wounded.

Thunderbird Knight Legion! 3,000 dead, 6,000 lightly or severely wounded.

Hurricane Legion! 35,000