The Ghost Emperor sat silently in the Great Hall, saying nothing. Schemes he had learned from human culture kept flashing through his mind. He was thinking.
What other way could he destroy the Mortal Domain while keeping his losses to a minimum?
An all-out assault would certainly destroy the Mortal Domain.
But.
He did not want too many of his subordinates to die. Even if the Eternal Night Continent fell someday, having too few followers would affect his standing in the Strange Entity Clan. However vast the Strange Tide was, its numbers were still finite.
There were two kinds of Strange Tide.
One was the kind beneath the sea: mindless creatures with eyes full of brutality, knowing only to charge the defense lines after Eternal Nightfall. These Strange Tides were generally weaker, but made up for it with numbers.
He could barely control this kind of Strange Tide, and could not stockpile them as troops.
They charged on their own and were constantly being born. Even he did not really understand how they came into existence, but the process was not slow.
The other kind of Strange Tide.
Was born in the "Habitat." These creatures were also mostly mindless, but because they shared the same origins, they obeyed orders and were reasonably strong. Many Strange Tides were born in the Habitat.
And many of the Greater Wraiths among them had accumulated over the years.
Those that developed Sentience.
Became members of the Strange Entity Clan.
They were also his direct subordinates, his most trusted followers.
That was how he ranked their importance. If the undersea Strange Tide died, so be it. But the Strange Tide he had brought out of the Habitat formed the foundation of his power. He could not accept them dying pointlessly beneath Heavenly Thunder.
As he