The adjutant reported to Han Niba in a grave voice:
"Sir, the number of Demon Clan creatures remaining on Blue Star is currently estimated at around 150 million."
"They are mainly spread across regions outside the South and Arctic."
"Most of the sizable demon hordes have already been broken up. Those remaining are scattering toward the equatorial ruins, old urban clusters, and underground spaces."
Han Niba listened impassively.
Over 150 million. That was still an enormous number.
Especially given the terrifying combat strength of individual Demon Clan creatures.
Before the disaster, any country would have despaired at hearing that number.
But for the current, post-apocalyptic Great Xia, as long as the Space Wormhole was kept under control, the remaining Demon Clan creatures were merely targets that would be eliminated sooner or later.
There was no one left near Blue Star's equator anyway. Letting the Demon Clan cling to life for a few more days would do no harm.
Han Niba said gravely:
"Keep squeezing their range of movement."
"Once the Kona landing operation begins, no more large-scale Demon Tides can be allowed to occur on Blue Star."
The adjutant immediately straightened:
"Yes, sir!"
Meanwhile, Terra Continent had also become busy.
Throughout the camps of the various races, there were sounds of weapons being readied, supplies being counted, and soldiers being selected.
Warwick had previously thought that the elves, dwarves, and Holy Human Race were all much wealthier than the half-orcs, so they might not think much of the money earned from clearing away Demon Clan corpses.
But he had been wrong.
Nearly two hundred years of war had slowly drained the wealth that Terra's various races had accumulated over generations, apart from races like the dragons, whose reserves were absurdly vast.
More frustrating still, after Great Xia appeared, Terra's