Every strategy had to serve its purpose.
Every war was ultimately for the sake of results.
Just as no one had expected the Astronomical Society to suddenly commit such immense forces during an encounter battle with the Gospel Throne, intending to wipe out its opponent in one stroke.
When the Ranch Owner descended onto the stage like a deus ex machina, the battle that had been on the verge of collapse was swept up in unforeseen waves.
What would happen next? What unknown measures did the enemy still possess? Were there other hidden dangers they had failed to notice?
Within an endless nesting chain of suspicions, no one knew what would truly happen.
Could they win?
Certainly.
But at what cost?
Was it worth risking the overthrow of the entire border defense line, disregarding the potential threats of the annihilation of the nation and the Sea of Thunder, to begin a decisive battle with the Ranch Owner here?
Was it worth making more sacrifices?
Or was it worth surrendering every advantage and achievement they had secured so far, just to fight the Ranch Owner to the death?
Did they truly have to abandon so many souls of Eternal Paradise, unleash more weapons of war, mobilize natural enemies, and commit them to a war whose outcome was unknown?
Before the situation became clear, every judgment they made could be wrong. Before the outcome was known, every decision they issued could affect the safety of the Present Realm.
If Utopia had been here, the instant the Ranch Owner appeared, it would surely have gone mad with excitement and sent everyone into battle without a second thought, wouldn't it?
But there was no second Utopia anymore...
Yegor closed his eyes helplessly.
Before the Continuance Institute intervened, the Unified Bureau no longer had the