On the twenty-first day since the God Above Gods entered the battlefield, the planet's population had fallen to less than half of what it had been twenty years ago. Every nation and region was too overwhelmed to care about anything else.
The fleet holding fast in the Pacific Ocean had become the last hope—and an isolated army.
Forget reinforcements from the rear. It was already quite fortunate if the home country did not send over a dozen orders every day demanding they return for aid. In truth, fewer than thirty percent of the vessels that attempted to return made it back successfully. Most simply vanished without a sound, their crews never even knowing how they died.
Dragon Moon Island had received no order to return, sparing the frontline decision-makers from a difficult choice. On one hand, given Dragon Moon Island's speed, there would have been little point in returning by then. On the other, the Eastern Kingdom was probably in the best condition, with even some spare strength to support neighboring countries.
The reason was simple. Several years ago, the Eastern Kingdom had already abandoned its coastlines, established an Isolation Belt, and deployed the various factions' demigods in rotating frontline shifts.
Other countries were not so fortunate. They lacked sufficient strategic depth; if they truly gave up their coastal territories, they might lose their main population centers as well. Nor did they have central authorities powerful enough to make coastal regions abandon their cities and property.
Every day, the allied forces on Dragon Moon Island dwindled, yet the soldiers there continued to hold on.
Because this was the source of the turmoil. As long as the God Above Gods remained here, it could not be left alone. The killing at the interception lines alone was a hundred, a thousand times