Margaret held the report as she said, "Sir William, an assault team in one of the zones has sent word. They say the natives there shattered the blast-resistant glass, allowing gods to invade, and they want permission to retreat."
"They shattered the blast-resistant glass?" William nodded despite himself. "It seems these natives have discovered our weakness. They're more observant than I expected."
"Then should we arrange a retreat?"
"No. Quite the opposite. The opening we've been looking for has appeared. Mobilize everyone to attack that zone immediately!"
Margaret fell silent for a moment, then asked, "Sir, may I ask why you have made this decision?"
William explained his assessment. "We fear the gods, and so do they. Breaking the blast-resistant glass at a time like this proves they can barely hold on anymore. We came today to conquer their fortress and break their spirits. If we retreat, we'll be throwing away the opportunity right in front of us!"
Margaret nodded. "I see. I'll relay your orders at once."
"Wait," William said. Seeming to remember something, he turned to Sima Ji. "Domain Master Sima, planning battles is your specialty. What do you think of my assessment?"
This was also what Sima Ji hated most about William.
William was immensely powerful, but he never allowed that strength to make him careless.
Even when he had absolute confidence in his own plan, he would still set aside his pride and ask Sima Ji for his opinion.
He was like a machine, devoid of emotion and concerned only with efficiency, even more so than Sima Ji.
To Sima Ji, someone who revealed no weaknesses was always repulsive.
Sima Ji concealed his disdain and answered earnestly, "My thoughts are exactly the same as yours, sir. Success is within reach. We must intensify our attack on