The winds of death swept across the skies of Azure Planet, while grief and misery spread unchecked.
Dai Weilin stared coldly at the war map. Civilians and soldiers alike were dying in mounting numbers, yet he seemed utterly unmoved. No matter how wildly the figures jumped, he continued calculating meticulously, dispatching troops to the front to plug the gaps.
The brutality of the front lines could no longer be described as a meat grinder. Even pork took time to be shredded and minced by blades, but before the tide raised by the Entropy Annihilation Apostle, lasting one more second was a miracle.
Just as Rudolf, then still the regent Crown Prince, had once told him: the Entropy Sovereign was a natural disaster, fate itself, perhaps even the embodiment of this planet's will.
Humanity could not fight the will of nature.
The Entropy Annihilation Apostle's army surged across Sky Ring's lands without resistance, while the Red Arrow Empire's armored flood launched offensives from every direction. Like a shark's gaping maw, it clamped down hard on Sky Ring. Countless soldiers struck Sky Ring's troops along the supply routes, constantly tearing one breach after another into Sky Ring territory like ischemic necrosis.
"His Excellency the President, General Sharian has requested reinforcements. Her troops have suffered severe losses and can no longer continue their assault."
"Give her another two divisions. Geisha Alley cannot be surrendered to the Red Arrow People."
Dai Weilin raised a hand and drew lines across the map, like a child playing a color-blocking game. His task was to draw an offensive line, then send the most suitable commander with armies represented by a few numbers to seize territory, encircle enemies, and wipe them out, holding that patch of land until its color became Frostplate blue or Sky Ring pale red.