After all, this meant casualties among more than three hundred thousand subordinates.
In the previous battles, these high priests of the divine kingdoms would probably have been delighted enough to immediately shout that those who surrendered would be spared.
It would save both effort and time, but now they no longer had such thoughts.
This was what it meant to have bloodshot eyes from killing.
Still, these were tens of thousands of lives. Nalant was no saint.
Yet he understood one truth: most of the time, soldiers in war merely served their respective masters.
Seeing the high priests about to raise their hands and issue the order for slaughter, Nalant spoke up.
"High Priests, why not heed a suggestion of mine and let these Sun God Kingdom soldiers surrender?"
"Not to mention that if these Sun God Kingdom elites fight like cornered beasts, the allied army will surely suffer further casualties."
"More importantly, if we kill them here, their blood will undoubtedly be absorbed by the flesh and blood of those void Gods and Devils."
"Wouldn't that simply benefit Silas and the God of the Sun?"
"These Guard soldiers surely know they have been abandoned, so persuading them to surrender will be more effective."
"If they truly refuse to surrender, it won't be too late to kill them then."
"Baron Nalant, you truly are merciful!"
"Since Baron Nalant has said so, then we'll do as Baron Nalant says!"
After hearing Nalant's words, the high priests of the allied army slowly lowered their raised hands.
Even if Nalant had offered no reason and merely made such a small request, the high priests of the allied army would have unconditionally given him face.
"Soldiers of the Sun God Kingdom Guard, listen well. Baron Nalant has mercifully spoken on your behalf."
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