"You Norse have abundant priestly power specifically suited to suppressing the undead, making it more useful than our magic. Besides, the Northern Gods may have to face Hela's undead legion alone in the future, without me. The more familiar you are with their fighting methods now, the easier it will be to deal with them later. Moreover, I'll still be in command throughout the entire process, so our losses won't be too great."
"I see. Your understanding of war is far beyond ours." God of Fertility and the other gods nodded lightly.
Tyr said lazily, "Suye's understanding of battlefield resource recovery is also far beyond ours."
"How dare you! Who gave you the nerve to overstep your authority?" Suye's expression darkened.
Tyr looked both amused and helpless. "This subordinate knows his mistake."
"Good that you know your mistake. If you presume to comment on major policies or criticize your superior again, you'll be barred from entering the Command Hall!"
"Yes, sir!"
The gods were stunned for a long while before hurriedly searching for various Light Screens and pulling up the previous records. Soon, every one of them was left both amused and exasperated.
"God Su, you're suspected of lining your own pockets."
"That's right. I was wondering why you concentrated your heavy troops opposite the Beast God Legion. It turns out they had the most magical materials. The undead legion had no profits to be made from them—they were all skeletons or Remnant Souls—so you couldn't be bothered to deal with them. As for the Fire Giant tribe, they were few in number, but their magical materials were high-quality, so you sent troops there as well." God of Fertility suddenly understood.
"Sure enough, the magicians calculated everything."
"Those profiteering tricks are too impressive."
Suye snorted. "Nonsense! This is called maximizing