Watch crushing their forces and strangling all their efforts and rendering them useless.
I could now move and open more tickets to other worlds, but I refrained from doing so. This battle was intense, and victory should be dealt with more respect.
I'd first wait to secure this win, then move tons of forces to strengthen this fort. If I was one of the Hescos leaders, I'd always try to snatch this fort from my hands regardless of the cost.
This wasn't just a re battlefield, not a usual fort. This was a symbolic place for my kingdom and my forces. As long as this place was under my control, my forces would never lose hope in fighting and crushing more Hescos.
The Hescos' pride was going to be severely damaged. A naless leader from a weak race who managed to crush the Hescos would turn the entire race into a laughing stalk for many, if not most of the universe.
Not to ntion their sworn enemies, Toranks, wouldn't stand idle and watch. I was sure once the battle ended, the Toranks would use all their might to spread my fa far and wide.
This battle was going to be heard and known by most if not all citizens of my universe.
I stood my place watching the Hescos trying desperately on all fronts. They never stopped sending aerial Hescos, underground Hescos, and ground troops composed of different races and their kins to all the three battlefields of that world.
But try as hard as they might, their efforts ended up failing in the end. The battle kept grinding troops on both sides like it was the real doomsday.
I watched many of my warriors fall, to be replaced by much more sent out from my Earth. I never stopped bringing more warriors out, feeding them with stat crystals, and sent them there.
At so point, the Hescos knew they couldn't take over the regions controlled by my forces. So instead they retreated their Hescos out there, left out only useless races, and started fortifying the outer walls and defences with densely packed forces.
They were preparing for the final battle, and so was I.
I watched the Hescos stop sending more fodders to the frontlines. At the sa ti, the outermost ring of defences showed abnormal activities there.
The walls beca heavily boarded and well protected with tons of races.I never had the chance to examine the walls before. And when I looked at them, I found out these walls were at least one hundred tres in height, and almost the sa in width.
That made them look like giant cubes placed at the border of this region.
Behind these walls lay dense structures, just the sa as my capital defensive layout. There was no ground for tens of miles from the walls outwards. Instead the ground was filled with elevated and depressed landscape, ford out by densely packed stone blocks of special ores.
Just looking at the place outside the walls gave the impression I was looking at a beehive. And that beehive was filled to the brim with wandering bees, sorry, races and Hescos.
In the middle of all this, an endless number of defensive towers were built. Putting the grand layout in consideration, I knew this wasn't just a re defensive layout soone with no knowledge about such a thing like would do.
Seeing this made feel a little familiar. It had the sa pattern and crazy thoughts of Isac. I turned to the all working hard Isac next to , still pouring endless workers and materials to the sand world, and sighed.
She had to see this layout to give ideas about how to control this. I was sure such a dense and complicated layout was built based on novel ideas of defence.
And the only one able to break such a thing would be Isac. or else my forces would have to pour every ounce of strength, sacrifice tons of their elite forces to claim this region.
And frankly speaking, I felt even after pouring so much out there, my forces might not be able to control everything out there.
I could see the layout for tens of miles away from the walls, but the defensive structure was really grand and colossal. It didn't show any signs of stopping, and I knew these defences would keep going for god knows how long.
"Isac, co here please," I shouted while holding a coloured brush and started to paint over one corner of my chariot's deck.
My chariot was now filled with many drawings. I used it before to draw the detailed maps of the US forr country, and even the entire northern continent here.
And now I was drawing on another side to show Isac and others what lies beyond this curtain of light before us.
For a mont there I felt like a mad artist who would draw on anything he might find without any regard for anything.
"What?" Isac's tone was filled with her frustration, but I didn't mind that. She was very busy already with the previous task I gave to her.
"Assign a few of your entrusted people to take charge of that task and co here," I shouted without even lifting my head as I kept drawing.
I learnt from her how to draw tiny details over a large piece of paper. And I used this thod right now to show her all the details I could see about the complicated defensive structure out there.
"What? I was just doing my job... What the heck is that?!!!" just in the middle of her rain of complaints, she was shocked when her eyes landed over what I was drawing.
Anyone else might think I was just throwing the brush around to draw sothing without concept or logic. But in Isac's keen and well trained eyes, she knew I was drawing a very complicated defensive layout.
"Who is mad enough to combine all these tactics in one region?!!" After watching draw for close to half an hour, she finally grasped a little of the concept behind this damn thing.
As expected from my girl!
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