Two days later.
Not a single Imperial warship could be seen in the Kousha Realm anymore, while the Alliance fleet was clearing the battlefield.
In the war that had lasted nearly three days, the Alliance had annihilated 1,608 Noreya Empire legions, while suffering losses of only 187 legions itself. The Federation had lost 25 legions, while the Alliance had lost 162.
The overall disparity between the two sides had also shifted from 3,980 legions versus 1,600 legions to 2,372 legions versus 1,413 legions.
The gap in military strength had narrowed once again, to the point where it was no longer even a twofold difference.
At the same time, the crucial Kousha Realm had returned to Federal control.
What followed would likely be another long period of stalemate. The other side should not make any rash moves again, and he likewise would not take the initiative to attack.
After sorting through the current situation, Lin Fan could not help thinking so.
Elsewhere.
Tuhr Realm, the Noreya Empire's Mobile Imperial Capital.
Within the grand hall, a minister was kneeling on the ground and trembling. He was the very man who had previously proposed exploiting the time difference to launch the decisive battle directly in the Tuhr Realm, causing Toreya to abandon the original strategy.
Although he had merely made the suggestion, while Toreya had made the final decision, and although he had not been the one to leave the fleet behind to fight after discovering that they had been deceived by the Heretics.
None of that mattered.
What mattered was that someone had to take the blame, and that person could not be the Emperor. It could only be him.
After glancing at the kneeling minister, Toreya, seated above, waved his hand expressionlessly.
Two guards immediately dragged the man away.
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