Boom… Boom… Boom… "Ahhh!"
"Defend quickly!!!"
"Heh heh… They're all dead, completely dead. I won't live either!"
A broken Eastern Empire soldier looked at the severed limbs around him and the giant craters everywhere.
In despair, he raised the longsword in his hand and slashed heavily across his neck.
"Pfft!"
As blood gushed from his neck, the soldier fell to the ground, eyes wide open.
Not far away, Granite, sheltered by a magic shield, watched this scene, his right hand clenching tightly.
This period felt like an eternity to him, with massive laser weapons constantly falling from the sky.
The army of millions had nowhere to hide, and attempts to find the source of the attacks were completely futile.
"Is the teleportation magic circle not finished yet?"
Granite, his eyes bloodshot, stared at Gasta and asked loudly.
"Another ten minutes."
Hearing Gasta's reply, Granite grabbed Gasta's collar and roared, "Five minutes, it must be finished in five minutes! We don't have ten minutes!!!"
"Yes! I'll handle it personally!"
"Order everyone who knows teleportation magic to help!"
Under Granite's immense pressure, the giant teleportation magic circle was finally completed.
"The teleportation array is ready, run!"
"Don't stop me! Let me go in first!"
"Quick, quick, quick!!!"
Granite looked at the chaotic troops and said to the many high-ranking officials present, "Go quickly and maintain order. At this rate, when will everyone be teleported?"
Actually, under the current circumstances, it was no wonder the Eastern Empire soldiers were so chaotic.
They were originally very well-trained, but after continuous fatal blows, their morale had plummeted to rock bottom.
After all, they were not puppets; anyone would feel fear.
As many high-ranking officials personally stepped in to maintain order and dealt with some disobedient individuals,
the Eastern Empire's troops finally restored order, entering the teleportation array quickly in rows.
"Supreme Commander, are we really not sending anyone to destroy the teleportation array?"
In the command hall, Crane looked at the Eastern Empire soldiers continuously entering the teleportation array and asked with a puzzled expression.
"Hahaha, no need. Not many will get away anyway!"
"Why is that?"
Crane still didn't understand why after hearing Benimaru's words.
"Look!"
Crane followed the direction of Benimaru's finger, only to see the holographic projection suddenly turn white, obscuring everything.
"This…could it be…"
"Exactly, it's…"
"The Colossus!!! Damn it, Sengoku, you bastard, if I don't hang you up and hammer you today, I'm not Zhong!"
Zhong Chen roared furiously, even though the Colossus's power had been reduced by 99%, it was still a planet-busting weapon.
Damn it, he had never heard of using a Planetary Devastation to attack one's own home planet.
At this moment, in the Fleet Admiral's office, Sengoku blinked his tired eyes, looking at the incoming image, and nodded with satisfaction.
A boundless giant crater appeared on the screen, at least a hundred kilometers in diameter.
"Huh? How can anyone survive such an attack?"
Sengoku looked at the edge of the giant crater, where more than ten people, including Granite, stood under a magic shield.
"Lord Granite…what…what is this!!!"
"It's all gone, everything is gone. Why did we actively come to fight the Monster Country Federation!"
"Granite, it's completely over now…"
Granite listened to the desperate words of those around him, bowing his head in silence, wondering what he was thinking.
Swish… Just then, a figure suddenly appeared before everyone, and the few people present were shocked to see who it was.
"Your Majesty, why have you come? It's dangerous here, please leave quickly!"
Indeed, the figure that appeared was Rudra, the Emperor of the Eastern Empire.
Rudra first cast a faint glance at everyone, then surveyed the surroundings, and finally spoke slowly:
"Let's go back first. Whatever you want to say, we can discuss it back home."
After Rudra finished speaking, a teleportation magic circle appeared at his feet. The magic circle quickly expanded, soon encompassing Granite and the others.
Whoosh… As more than ten rays of light appeared, everyone present instantly vanished, and the magic circle disappeared with them.
"Report! Supreme Commander, Commander Azazel reports."
"According to high-altitude reconnaissance, all enemies, except those who initially entered the teleportation magic circle, are confirmed to have vanished."
Hearing the soldier's report, a look of uncontrollable joy appeared on Benimaru's face.
"Good! Well done. Notify all troops to set up camp and rest. We will depart to attack the Eastern Empire in two days!"
"Yes!"
"Supreme Commander, I didn't expect the Imperial Navy to eliminate the most enemies in this war."
Raphael, the newly arrived Deputy Chief of General Staff, who had also heard the soldier's report in the command hall, said to Benimaru with surprise.
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku and Azazel used the Colossus, so of course the lethality was strong."
"What!!! They're crazy! Aren't they afraid of accidentally blowing up the planet?"
Raphael exclaimed in shock and anger after hearing Benimaru's explanation.
"Heh heh, don't worry, Fleet Admiral Sengoku has a sense of proportion."
"He has no sense of proportion! He just thinks I made him work too long!"
Zhong Chen, as if he had heard Benimaru's explanation from his room, loudly said to Rimuru and the others.
"But Fleet Admiral Sengoku really does work very long hours…"
Rimuru, who was nearby, thought of Sengoku's work situation and couldn't help but say something fair.
Hearing Rimuru's words, Zhong Chen pouted and retorted unconvincingly:
"He works long hours? He only works twenty hours out of twenty-four, he still gets four hours of rest!"
Milim, who was eavesdropping on the gossip nearby, heard Zhong Chen's words and shouted in horror:
"Wow! Doesn't that mean he's always working? How scary! Is A Chen such a terrifying person?"
"Even Demon Lords don't make their subordinates work that long!"
Hearing Milim's words, Zhong Chen guiltily shifted his gaze to the side and mumbled softly:
"It's not me who made him work that long, he chose to work…"
…"Mr. Sengoku, are you alright?"
In Sengoku's office, Michael, sitting on the sofa, looked at Sengoku, who had dark circles under his eyes, with concern.
"I'm fine, I can still hold on, I can still bear it…"
"Thud…"
No sooner had Sengoku finished speaking than his head slammed heavily onto the desk.
"Uh… Should I use magic to heal Fleet Admiral Sengoku? Never mind, let him rest."
Michael first looked at Sengoku with sympathy, then, after some deliberation, gave up on the idea of healing him.
"Alas! No wonder Fleet Admiral Sengoku had to use the Colossus. The anger of the working man is truly terrifying…"