A Grand Clash of Enemy and Allied Angelic Powers

In the southern Highland Kingdom, Elliot sat by the river, watching his subordinates laugh and joke loudly as they washed the bloodstains from their bodies. He was slightly lost in thought.

The war that had ended that afternoon had been won too quickly, so quickly that it seemed almost unbelievable.

Before Medici arrived, Elliot had participated in drafting the battle plan for attacking Longduoluo Pass. It was foreseeable that this tough bone would certainly inflict heavy casualties upon the Beyonders! Yet now, the main force at Longduoluo Pass had been wiped out, while Elliot's Dawn Army had suffered only two deaths. Even the total deaths among all the Beyonder troops of the South Baylam Duchy numbered fewer than twenty.

Since morning, they had eliminated at least thirty enemies on the road, and in the large-scale battle just now, they had nearly wiped out the enemy entirely. When burying the bodies, everyone had counted them: one hundred and eighty-six corpses in total! Such a casualty ratio was astounding.

Hobart emerged from the Spirit World with a smile. "Why aren't you going to wash up?"

"Grand Duke!" Elliot immediately rose to his feet. "I... I was thinking..."

Hobart continued, "If Medici had commanded during the civil war as well, far fewer people would have died, right?"

Elliot took a deep breath. "Yes."

He quickly explained, "I'm not saying there was anything wrong with the previous command. It's just that after experiencing today's battle, I suddenly have an entirely new understanding of Beyonder warfare."

Hobart grew serious as well. "That's a good thing."

He then took a deep breath. "I know that having Medici command this war makes my previous command look foolish.

"But I had to let him do it. Just as I said before the war began, Medici is a professional