Lundenwic, Prime Minister's Residence.
Samael stared at the rows of familiar faces in the holographic projection on the Fate Tablet, his eyelids twitching as his dry throat worked constantly.
In Britain itself, Abigail and her Witch Tea Party, along with the whole pack of problem children led by Martha, were the first to mobilize;
To the east, Princess Anastasia and the Star-Seeded Soldier Attila broke through the blizzard and raced across Siberia's frozen tundra;
To the west, Scathach the Queen of the Shadow Realm led the Fianna Warriors and the Knights of the Red Branch as they grandly boarded planes in Dublin...
And that was not even counting the two worse disaster zones.
To the south, Saint Joan of Arc and Charlemagne's warriors from France, Nero the Beast and the Roman Emperor from Italy, Hippolyta and the Amazon Warriors from Paradise Island, the Assyrian Empress and Uruk's old acquaintances from Mesopotamia, Athena and the Saints of Mount of the God of War from Greece, and many other forces had formed a coalition army. Their encirclement was airtight; probably not even a fly could escape;
In the north, Skadi, the Ice and Snow Goddess, Queen Brunhilde of Iceland, and an entire Valkyrie Legion under their command were sailing warships straight for the River Thames...
An entire fleet of Valkyries...
Besides that, the Feathered Serpent God from the Americas was riding a pterosaur of the wind god, breaking the sound barrier all the way here;
Root Princess Sayo Ayaka of Romania had already set out;
And the women in Misaki City and Fuyuki City in the Far East were starting to stir as well...
At this scale, what fucking maneuver warfare? What fucking defeat them one by one?
Even if he stood there and let them fuck him, he probably could not