At Simon's command, every knight was mobilized.
Before this, it had all been minor skirmishes. Keeping the Native Civilization suppressed had been enough.
They had wanted to establish contact, but the attitude on this side had always remained firm.
In the end, their value as potential allies was simply too low. Simon had no intention of giving them a way out.
Naturally, neither did the Dark Faction.
The pie was only so big, and they wanted a larger share.
As for the losses inflicted upon the Native Civilization, they could always be made up over time. There was no need to add another mouth at the table.
Previously, at most, the knights had taken turns going into battle. It was little more than a large-scale training exercise.
The results were limited, but not enough to truly hurt them. What had been lost were merely products of industrial assembly lines, not necessarily anything important.
Just as the Native Civilization had grown accustomed to this situation, Simon suddenly made his move.
In truth, if the Great Xia Empire had not supported the Commoner Faction's large-scale deployment, he would have waited a while longer.
He acted according to the situation, without being bound by convention.
Thousands upon thousands of knights deployed, on a scale far beyond anything before.
Li Yifei and the others followed close behind. They could not yet operate mechas, so they could only watch from the warships.
Regardless of whether Mecha Knights had flaws, the might wielded by an individual was always something people yearned for.
Of course, these knights alone were still not enough to destroy this Native Civilization. Or rather, doing so would require paying a considerable price.
"Count Simon, should we invite His Excellency the Fallen Angel to descend?" Li Yifei respectfully suggested.
Simon glanced at him.