After hearing Lin Mo's request, Han Niba hesitated.
The nuclear bombs were manageable. Although Great Xia was short on resources, it could still spare megaton-class nuclear bombs.
What truly gave him pause was the Antimatter Bomb.
Lin Mo had just used one. If another was deployed now, Great Xia would have only one Antimatter Bomb left for strategic deterrence.
That was currently their only trump card capable of threatening an Eighth-Order Demon God.
If Lin Mo failed and Cho'Gath survived, now on guard, the battles ahead would only become harder.
It was not fair to call his thinking overly conservative. Where people stood shaped how they thought, and their positions determined their differing perspectives.
For Lin Mo, his current mission and objective were to eliminate the Demon God, so he needed an Antimatter Bomb.
For Han Niba, however, his task was to coordinate the overall situation and protect Great Xia. He could not stake everything on Lin Mo alone; he had to consider the risks of failure.
He stared at Lin Mo and asked gravely:
"Commander Lin, how confident are you?"
"Not a hundred percent." Lin Mo shook his head, making no attempt to dress it up.
"But this is the closest we've come to an opportunity to kill Cho'Gath."
"It was just severely wounded by the Antimatter Bomb. It's hiding in Eolseu Underground City now, recovering."
"If we let it recover, it'll never give us another chance to wound it so badly."
Han Niba remained silent.
Beside the large screen, battlefield data from Antarctica continued to update.
Demon Clan wormholes, Underground City defensive lines, Unmanned Legion losses, supply transfer hubs in each city-each set of figures weighed on him.
It was not that he did not want to kill the Demon God.
But he had to consider what Great