"Report! Eastern Empire forces have entered artillery range!"
In Benimaru's command hall, a scout rushed in from outside and reported to Benimaru.
"Good, order the artillery to conduct a direct fire saturation based on the coordinates provided by the First Fleet."
Benimaru looked at the marching formation of the Eastern Empire army displayed on the holographic projection, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"Yes!"
As Benimaru's order was given, the artillery corps' various advanced laser cannons and guided missiles all entered launch status.
At the same time, the Magic Corps also began chanting spells, raising an enormous protective shield over the entire Monster Country Federation camp.
This was to prevent the ensuing magic attacks from the Eastern Empire.
"We're about to reach the border. Inform the troops to be vigilant and prepare for an enemy sneak attack!"
Granite said to the messenger beside him while riding his horse.
"Yes! I'll relay the message to all units immediately!"
"Mm."
Watching the messenger use magic to notify the various legions, Granite felt a slight ease in his heart.
Facing an enemy not at all weaker than himself, no amount of caution was too much.
As Granite was pondering what to do next, a sudden feeling of dread surged through his heart.
He quickly looked up at the distant sky, only to see dense green light rays rapidly approaching his side.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh… "No good! The enemy's long-range firepower! Quickly inform the Magic Corps to immediately raise a defensive magic shield!"
"Sir, it's too late!"
No sooner had the messenger beside him finished speaking than the green light rays crashed into the marching formation.
Boom… Boom… Boom…
"Ah ah ah!!!"
"What is this…"
"Quickly use magic to deploy a combined shield!"
As the laser cannons landed among the crowd, any soldier hit by a laser was instantly vaporized.
Soldiers in the surrounding area also suffered severe burns due to the extremely high temperature.
For a moment, the entire marching formation of the Eastern Empire instantly became chaotic beyond measure.
"Ah ah ah, my arm!"
"Help, can someone save me!"
"Where are the medical mages? Hurry and save people!"
"Quick, quick, quick! Over there, someone is still alive here!"
Granite used long-distance vision magic to observe the chaotic army, a grim look flashing in his eyes.
"I didn't expect the Monster Country Federation's long-range strike capability to be so strong. We're still over a hundred kilometers from the border!"
"Our magic tanks only have a maximum range of thirty kilometers. This war will likely be difficult."
Gasta, the Legion Commander of the Magic Corps, also spoke with a grim expression.
This was only because he was unaware of the Monster Country Federation's technological level; if he had known, he wouldn't have said that.
The artillery deployed this time was actually considered a close-range combat unit for the Monster Country Federation.
Yes, you heard that right, artillery that can attack over a hundred kilometers is a close-range combat unit.
The Monster Country Federation's true long-range units are actually the navy's various space torpedoes, space missiles, and so on.
As for the Golems, they are also considered close-range weapons… hmm… they should be considered… close-range weapons.
"Now is not the time to consider these matters. Quickly order the Magic Corps to activate the defensive magic shield."
"The enemy's second wave of attacks will surely come quickly. At the same time, quickly tally the losses!"
Upon hearing Gasta's words, Granite did not refute his statements.
Instead, he directly ordered him to quickly prepare defenses.
"Yes, I understand."
After speaking, Gasta used magic to notify his corps to begin chanting spells.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh… Just as many mages began chanting, the second round of attacks arrived in a flash.
"Damn it, it came so fast!"
Boom boom boom boom… The Eastern Empire army was once again covered by firepower.
The First Fleet in space immediately synchronized the monitored situation to Benimaru's command hall.
"Heh heh, the Eastern Empire isn't as powerful as I thought. They're less than two hundred kilometers from the battlefield, yet they dare not use magic to raise a shield?"
"Did I overestimate them?"
The Chief of Staff, sitting nearby with a cup of tea in his hand, heard Benimaru's words and couldn't help but shake his head gently.
Do you even hear yourself? Who raises a shield when they're still over a hundred kilometers from their destination in a war?
Do you think your mages have too much magic essence?
Actually, Benimaru couldn't be blamed for thinking this way; it was mainly because the Star Union technology gift package Zhong Chen had brought out was simply too unreasonable.
Excluding the super-spec individuals among the Monster Country Federation's high-ranking officials.
Under normal development, it would be unknown how many years it would take for the Monster Country Federation to develop to the interstellar era.
Didn't you see that the Eastern Empire, a group of people from another world, had only barely managed to produce magic tanks in terms of technology?
And flying ships, which are aircraft with a top speed approaching the speed of sound.
But what about the Monster Country Federation? They're already playing with superluminal speed, not to mention space jumps and such.
These are completely different dimensions.
Not to mention, the Monster Country Federation also has Zhong Chen, the ultimate Boss who can destroy the entire universe with a flick of his finger.
"Order the First Fleet, which is on standby in space, to directly… forget it… if I do that, this war won't even need to be fought."
Considering that most of the Monster Country Federation's current soldiers had not experienced large-scale wars.
Benimaru ultimately abandoned the idea of a dimensionality reduction strike, intending to engage in a head-on battle on the ground once.
Anyway, if they died, there was still a certain Commercial Street overlord… so there was absolutely no need to worry.
"Achoo!!!"
"Master, you're always sneezing inexplicably lately… Could it be…"
"I'm not sick, how could I be sick!"
Before Sakuya could finish speaking, Zhong Chen directly interrupted her.
"No… I mean, could it be that too many people are cursing you?"
"Huh? I'm so kind, so innocent, so lively, who would curse me!"
Zhong Chen looked at Sakuya, who was pouring tea, with an unconvinced expression.
"As long as you're happy…"
Sakuya didn't refute anything, but instead said softly with a poker face while pouring tea.
"Hahahaha! A Chen, you're no good. So many people dislike you. Unlike me, I'm popular everywhere!"
Milim, dressed in a sailor uniform, sat on the sofa hugging a cute dinosaur plushie, shouting innocently at Zhong Chen.
"Tch… If dislike had levels, you'd definitely be the highest level! Tell me, how many countries have you destroyed?!"
"Eh? Did that happen?"
Upon hearing Zhong Chen's words, Milim first pouted and thought carefully.
Then, cold sweat began to drip from her forehead.
"Even… even if that's the case, they provoked me first! It's not my fault!"
Finally, Milim remembered the manga she had recently read and declared loudly with a righteous expression:
"Besides, I'm a Demon Lord! This is my job!"
"Uh… What you said makes so much sense, I can't even refute it…"
Upon hearing Milim's words, Zhong Chen immediately showed an expression that said, "You win."
Meanwhile, Rimuru, who was reading manga nearby, watched these two chaotic Demon Lords discussing who was the most disliked.
He couldn't help but interject:
"So you two have completely stopped denying that you're disliked, huh…"