In the days that followed.
High-level battles still required complex maneuvering and confrontation. Industrial weapons couldn't change everything.
Both sides had to calculate their troop strength and compare their combat power.
After all, no matter how powerful cannons were, they couldn't fully occupy a position. People still had to take it.
So high-level combatants remained kings—the kings of the battlefield.
Just as a single Iron Pilot could turn the tide of battle.
On every small battlefield the size of a battalion, four classic sixth-tier roles—
tank, warrior, marksman, and mage—
could turn the tide.
But in the many places beyond the reach of high-level combatants,
industrial weapons crushed everything.
They swept forward in a straight line, just as they had after the Three Great Campaigns.
Just like Liu Bang and Xiang Yu fighting.
Just like after the Naval Battle of Poyang Lake, when Zhu Yuanzhang swept across the land.
The human forces that could truly fight—the vampires, Louis, and Mikhail—weren't members of the Demon Race.
They knew they couldn't resist and needed to preserve their strength, so they really did leave the Demon Race to its fate.
Though these people were unwilling to give up their power, they wanted to remain the kind of free, powerful nobles they'd been in the past, beyond the Royal Family's control.
Emperor Louis also wanted to remain the same emperor he'd always been.
But they had to admit that the Demon Race was now their most troublesome opponent.
The cancerous nobles that emperors of the Empire had dealt with for generations had now become allies.
Countless examples throughout history had proved it.
As the saying went: the eldest was a fool, the second was wicked, and the third was slippery.
The eldest was a fool, the second was clever, and the third was sly.