Hearing King Sorein's plans, the imperial generals present naturally felt a surge of satisfaction. Yet, for some reason, they also felt a little sympathy for the people on the other half of the planet.
Once King Suluka's victorious fleet arrived, Unity Fortress would have three Titan-class ships and at least five dreadnoughts stationed there. At that point, how much stronger would the Empire's forces be than those of the Earthlings opposite them? Surely more than a hundred times stronger.
This was no longer "a lion using its full strength to catch a rabbit." It was more like a dragon summoning its friends to catch a chicken.
How could anyone call this anything but brutal? It was downright brutal! It was even a little unsporting.
Was all this really necessary?
King Sorein had probably guessed that someone present was thinking along those lines, and smiled. "All you need to remember is that the strategic advantage is on our side, so we must remain patient. I'm an old man. What I need is patience."
The old needed to be patient. What about the young?
For some reason, Count Baole suddenly realized that this was the question. He looked at King Sorein in surprise, only to find the latter smiling back at him.
So that's it. The young, huh!
The quasi-knight-captain decided not to dwell on it. As a Starrealm Knight, his greatest ambition right now was to break through the final barrier and enter the Seventh Ring, then shed that "quasi."
As for how the great Dragon Kings would vie for the one and only Supreme Void Crown, that was hardly something a warrior like him could get involved in.
And so, the first military meeting after King Sorein's arrival at Unity Fortress set the tone.
Everyone thought that this veteran, the