In the northern night sky, hundreds of floating airships from Silver City and Storm City raced southward. The signal lights along their hulls were neatly arranged in perfect order.
After a nighttime surprise attack that had crushed Kamishiro Corporation's military forces in the north, they remained completely unscathed, not even seeming like they had just been through a war.
It had been too easy.
Inside Silver City's flagship, the newly promoted Black Knights laughed. "We thought coming to the Eastern Continent would mean a vicious battle, but who knew it would be this easy?"
"Too easy. One round of concentrated fire, and the enemy was wiped out."
Duke of Silver stared coldly at the holographic sand table before him. "Don't let this easy victory make you careless. Our intelligence network hasn't yet penetrated the entire Eastern Continent. The military deployments in the south and southwest are still unclear. Those will be hard battles." The Black Knights' expressions turned solemn. "Understood."
Second Knight asked, "Next, do we head straight for City No. 10 in the south? We still have to pass through two cities on the way south. Are we just ignoring them?"
"And besides, we took the north. Shouldn't we be the ones collecting the spoils?" Fourth Knight asked doubtfully. After conquering a city, its gold, jewels, women, and slaves all became ownerless property. The Black Knights had their eyes on the spoils from the six northern cities and had little desire to head south.
However, Duke of Silver was Old Ten, possessed by a royal deadman. How could he fail to distinguish priorities at a time like this? The meaning of his life was to squeeze every last bit of value from Silver City.
Duke of Silver said coldly, "It isn't time to divide the spoils yet. Once this