A million-strong army marched here in a mighty procession.
At this point, the fighting on the front lines had basically ended, marking the complete conquest of this small low-martial world with a population of ten million.
Once all the troops had finished assembling, a portal slowly emerged ahead.
A man dressed in a white formal suit entered with a group of people, accompanied by a female records officer.
"Hello, Lady Elier."
The man appeared to be a noble from some world. After coming through, he politely bowed to the girl.
"Are you their new commander?"
"Yes. I will lead these troops to Main Battlefield No. 1."
"Main Battlefield No. 1? I heard from a friend that a million troops were transferred there from another world two days ago as reinforcements. Is the fighting over there intense?"
Elier could not help being curious.
Main battlefields were worlds marked as priority invasion targets. They were absolutely incomparable to the small spacetime realm Elier was currently assigned to.
Such worlds either possessed valuable resources or had formidable military strength, making them highly valuable to conquer.
The cost of Dusk entering a world was now generally very low, while the returns were extremely high. The existence of the undead, in particular, had turned war into something like a game.
Before entering a world, the supreme commanders would be specially gathered in a certain world for a meeting.
The purpose of the meeting was to calculate how to maximize profits.
And so-called profits were divided into the following categories:
1. Population.
2. Powerful individuals.
3. New ability systems.
4. New resources.
5. The coordinates themselves.
The higher-ups preferred to bring a conquered world under stable rule. And the prerequisite for stable rule was that there could be no resistance in that world.
In other words,