What was most despairing was that no matter how desperately the defenders of Turus Territory fought, the slave creatures seemed impossible to kill off.
At the rear, within the Allied Legion's rear positions, transport airships continuously emerged from the three openings in the sky, dropping batch after batch of new, bizarrely shaped slave creatures onto the front lines.
These slave creatures seemed endless, constantly being replenished. Their numbers not only failed to decrease as the war continued, but instead showed signs of growing ever greater.
This was purely a matter of using numbers and flesh to wear down the Turus defenders' living strength and will.
What the natives of Turus Territory did not know was that beyond those three openings in the sky, three Space Fortresses, each comparable to a small continent, were docked there. The number of slave creatures they carried was beyond imagination.
The outcome of this war had been decided from the very beginning. Turus Territory had no means of continuously replenishing its forces like this.
From beginning to end, not a single wizard from the Allied Legion—the true enemies of the Devourer Plane natives—appeared on the frontline battlefield.
Perhaps they were aboard airships in the rear, or perhaps they were in command fortresses even farther away, calmly observing the battle, issuing precise orders, and controlling this brutal war of attrition.
They would not personally enter the fray to deal with those troublesome Awakened. They would rather pile up and trade away the lives of ten times, even a hundred times, as many slave creatures.
This cold tactic, built upon an overwhelming advantage in strength and resources, brought Turus Territory not only physical damage, but immense mental pressure and despair.
Before the Monitoring Wizard Formation, Duke silently watched it all.
He watched as the green tide gradually