After the Radiant Pope displayed his supreme majesty, all the Saints submitted.
Whether they submitted wholeheartedly or merely paid lip service, they submitted on the surface either way.
No one truly dared to say something like, "I want to challenge you to a duel."
Of course.
The Saints' temporary bowing of their heads was not cowardice, merely following their hearts. After all, endure for a moment and the seas would be calm; take a step back and the more they thought about it, the angrier they became. At the very least, they had to enter the Transcendent Saint Realm before reclaiming their dignity.
Thus, everything proceeded in an orderly and bustling fashion. All factions had to complete their preparations within a month.
Under such immense pressure, the entire Gods Continent finally enjoyed a long-lost peace.
As for when the attack would truly begin and the coordinates to which the Spatial Gates would lead, no one knew for the moment. The Radiant Pope would inform all factions at the same time before launching the assault on the Dark World, preventing any unexpected incidents.
Dawn City, this massive machine, naturally began operating at full speed. Space Rings were filled with magical beast meat, water, ordinary provisions, and more, then distributed among the quartermasters.
Within William's territory, there were now eighteen million Commoners, including two million Professionals directly serving him, 1.3 million Regular Army soldiers, and seven hundred thousand NPC Mercenaries.
Players who were absent were naturally not included.
"At least half the troops must be deployed, along with three Legendary-Class Professionals and twenty Epic experts." After a brief moment of thought, William made his decision.
Of those one million troops, he decided that the Regular Army and Mercenaries would each provide five hundred thousand.
There was no helping it.
The Regular Army