The Fief Command Center.
On the Main Screen, the white light from the antimatter explosion had faded, and footage from drones restored the view of the battlefield.
A scorched, flat expanse had been gouged out of the center of the wasteland.
The Eighth-Order Demon God Sahe and the surrounding Demon Clan legion had vanished completely. Only billowing smoke and scattered flames remained to prove that an overbearing Demon God had once stood there.
On another screen, the Demon Venerable captured by the combined efforts of the Seventh-Order Experts was bundled in specially made chains. All four limbs were gone, but he was still roaring deafeningly.
"The Demon God is dead, and the Demon Venerable has been captured. Begin the Terra Battlefield cleanup operation."
"Launch hypersonic nuclear missile strikes on the remaining Demon Venerables immediately!"
"Let Terra's experts find the ones in hiding."
Long Zhan held down his communicator and issued orders continuously, continuing in a steady, powerful voice:
"All units, advance according to the contingency plan. Prioritize eliminating high-ranking Demon Clan members. Put all ten Space Wormholes on the destruction list. Don't give them a chance to organize another offensive."
As the orders went out, the Great Xia legions and Terra's various races, who had long been raring to go, immediately pushed forward.
The Elves' treants advanced with artillery on their shoulders, while the Holy Human Race's mages began clearing out the remaining high-ranking demon creatures.
The Dwarves carried firearms and followed the roaring tank formations, working hard to adjust the gun barrels to the best angles.
The Half-Orc warriors carried heavy artillery and heavy machine guns, utterly excited that it was finally their turn to fight instead of slacking off.
"Charge! Nobody's getting away on my watch today!"
A Minotaur carrying a Gatling charged at the very front, ammunition