When the eight Generals returned to the battlefield, the battle became completely one-sided.
At first, the legions fought back desperately.
Then the eight Generals changed how they teleported planets, sending them over in halves-heavily populated planets, at that.
Yep. One half arrived intact, and the other arrived blown to smithereens.
"Your mom got blown up" and "your dad got blown up."
Those insults became reality.
After they did that to two planets,
the legions surrendered.
Nobody could watch their own parents become starburst fireworks in space.
By the time Loki came scurrying back, everything had been settled.
Everyone was drinking to celebrate their victory.
Ratso eagerly reported, "Apart from the souls that weren't preserved before the war and couldn't be resurrected, these converted creatures will greatly strengthen our empire!"
After taking heavy artillery to the face, Ratso had finally wised up.
I need to speak up!
If I want something, I have to say it!
If I don't, how's the Demon King supposed to know?!
Am I supposed to make him guess?
It's just like dating. I have to say it! And I have to mean it!
Tony was very pleased. "Good, good. Well done!"
Ratso immediately beamed, then gazed expectantly at Tony.
Tony blinked and looked at him.
Ratso blinked back, still looking expectant.
"...Anything else?"
Ratso forced himself to keep smiling. "Sovereign, is there a reward?"
He had realized that he needed to be extremely clear-so clear that there was no room for misunderstanding.
Otherwise, Tony wouldn't get it.
Understanding dawned on Tony, and he slapped his thigh. "Oh~ You mean that! The territory you conquered is yours!"
Ratso was positively bubbling with joy. "Thank you for your generosity, Sovereign!"
Mephisto also came over to report. "Sovereign, how should we govern the Nova Civilization? Should we preserve its