Cho'Gath stared at him and said grimly:
"Speak."
Yaxes dared not delay and hurriedly explained,
"The greatest difficulty in attacking Blue Star is that it's their home ground."
"We know too little about that planet. We don't understand its environment or circumstances. The moment we teleport over, we face the steel legions they've spent a century building up, with counters to us at every turn!"
"And there are those devastating weapons powerful enough to injure us."
"But if we move the battlefield to the Terra Continent, things will be different."
Yaxes spoke faster and faster, his thoughts gradually becoming clearer.
"Terra isn't the home planet of that technological civilization. All their weapons, supplies, and troops have to be sent there through teleportation."
"They can send them once or twice, but can they keep supplying an entire continental battlefield forever?"
"Our Demon Clan is endless. We can deploy troops to Blue Star and Terra at the same time, forcing them to divide their forces through attrition on multiple fronts."
"As long as we drag it out, their people will die, their resources will run dry, and their territory will shrink."
Yaxes raised his head and looked at the Demon God.
"That was how we attacked Terra back then. We occupied seventy percent of the continent and drove Terra's various races into one last corner."
"If that technological civilization hadn't suddenly intervened before we could adjust our tactics, we would have devoured every last one of Terra's various races long ago."
Cho'Gath chewed his food as he considered Yaxes's words.
He had to admit that the method made some sense.
What he loathed most now was the prospect of personally risking his life on Blue Star.
That civilization was too bizarre.
Their bodies were so frail, yet they possessed weapons powerful enough