"Hahaha... cough cough. Abraham, let the frontline squads continue their breakthrough. They must take the Holy Lord City by tomorrow!"
A slender, white monster stood beside the map, laughing heartily; its exquisite, holy face was filled with excitement.
However, perhaps realizing that his laughter was a bit too abrupt, he coughed slightly and began to put more pressure on Abraham.
Norton of Biyang straightened his slightly hunched body, which had been hunched over from looking down at the map, and the excitement in his eyes made Abraham's scalp tingle.
Since His Majesty arrived at the front-line command post, in just three months, he has performed 1,123 micro-operations.
The once favorable situation has now been shattered. The Holy Lord City, which was originally expected to be captured in a month, has now been less than half captured after three months, and countless people have died or been injured.
His Majesty, however, was so engrossed in it that he couldn't extricate himself, reveling in it every day, while human lives were being consumed at an alarming rate.
Such a level of military skill is beyond even the average general in the Southern Continent, whose military capabilities are currently weak. Yet he insists on micromanagement, which is truly frustrating.
But that's not all; he's Pale God Norton, and he also likes to shift all the blame onto other people.
"Alas, after three months of fierce fighting, we still haven't captured the Holy Lord City. These high-ranking generals are utterly incompetent and deserve to die! And you, Abraham, the logistics are still inadequate. I hope you can reflect on your actions and show me results tomorrow!"
Sure enough, before Abraham's inner wailing had even ended, a warning gaze swept over him, sending chills down his spine.
"Yes, Your Majesty! It is all my fault. I am deeply ashamed because of my poor logistical preparations, which have hindered the advance of the Pale Crusade. I cannot sleep at night!"
"Your Majesty, by dawn tomorrow, this Holy Lord City will surely be under your control! And this is all because of Your Majesty's holiness, majesty, and boundless power!" Abraham's scalp was sweating, and he lowered his head, completely convinced.
Norton was greatly pleased with his performance and then began to use his micro-management skills.
Seeing His Majesty Norton standing before the map, constantly issuing commands to the other end of the landline, a deep sense of despair welled up within Abraham, leaving him powerless and bewildered.
Your Majesty has evolved once again!
No matter how much the previous emperor pretended or acted, he still had some sense of shame.
All the evil deeds they committed were given a holy name, or they were simply incompetent and tyrannical emperors!
And now, he's actually resorting to sophistry and shirking responsibility. His methods are almost identical to those of the mentally challenged Queen Maria of the Holy Empire!
This is a truly despairing situation.
From a modern perspective, Norton has evolved from a petty person into a rural feminist. She has abandoned all previous ways of thinking!
This put increasing pressure on Abraham.
But what's even more serious is Your Majesty's attitude towards humanity, or rather, towards life!
In the past, although Your Majesty never cared about the lives of others, you were like a high and mighty emperor, controlling the affairs of the world with your words and deeds. You didn't care how many lives would be lost, but you also didn't deliberately appreciate life and death, thinking yourself superior.
But now, in these short three months of micromanagement, it seems as if he is watching ants fight. The way he treats ants as if they are gods, not valuing life as life, acting recklessly and even taking pleasure in it, is something that deeply frightens Abraham.
He knew that His Majesty's mindset seemed to have changed somewhat compared to the past.
He was more like a god, but a god with a dark heart and insatiable lust!
In the past, Kuba sealed away God because he feared that such a willful and reckless god, who disregarded human life, would appear in this Southern Continent.
After thousands of years of wandering, such a thing had actually appeared in the Southern Continent. How could Abraham not be alarmed?
At this very moment, Abraham, this villain from beginning to end, this treacherous backstabber who was clinging to life, actually found himself in a profound intellectual resonance with Kuba, the true progenitor of Vampire!
"No, no! Your Majesty is becoming increasingly wicked, with a treacherous mind and numerous malicious intentions. This is truly a great misfortune for our Garden of Eden! If we allow it to continue, I fear that in the future, the beings of Garden of Eden, and even I, Abraham, will be regarded as mere playthings, arbitrarily deprived of life and death, and wantonly manipulated by you!"
I shall truly emulate the ancient Kuba and imprison this monarch on Pale Cross!
In the past, my thinking was so narrow-minded; only now do I realize the magnificence of Kuba's thought and his foresight!
Abraham left the room from the command post, his face grim, his eyes darting around, the fear and dread almost etched into them.
"What should I do? What should I do...?"
For the first time in his life, Abraham felt the same way he had felt with Kuba in the past.
Norton's current state of mind terrified him. Standing at the door of the command room, hearing the arrogant laughter coming from inside, he became even more flustered.
At this juncture, it seems that only by accelerating Jonah's resurrection and thus launching a war of kings can this pale monster be sealed away once again!
"Damn it, if I succeed in sealing Your Majesty this time, I will surely emulate the Holy Lord Empire and establish an oppressive imperial court to eternally imprison you!"
Abraham felt he suddenly understood the incredible actions of the past popes of the Holy Lord Empire.
Who would have thought that the Pope, who once seemed the most inhuman, was actually the most steadfast God-sealer!
Abraham strode away, leaving Norton alone in the command room, laughing loudly and occasionally uttering arrogant words.
"All troops, launch an attack and strike at the heart of the enemy!"
What? Afraid of being attacked from both sides? Damn it, I am the Pale God, who suppresses all disobedience!
Norton found joy in the real-life version of Red Alert after a long time. No wonder Hill and the veteran both enjoy micro-management in war games. Red Alert still enjoys considerable popularity, which is the fundamental reason why they like micro-management.