After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

While it wasn't impossible to use the allies' attack routes, after thinking it over, General Piss decided that the Romans might build more defensive structures on the plains to resist. He decided to catch the Romans off guard and send our main force through the mountains!

General Piss was so confident because of the presence of the Sirens, who were supported by the country.

The Sirens can transform inorganic matter into flesh and blood when they have sufficient magic power and without destroying the overall structure.

The flesh and blood are edible and can be easily peeled off. More importantly, if peeling off that part of the flesh and blood would cause the overall structure to collapse, the flesh and blood would also turn bright red as a warning to stop them from doing so.

In this situation, using the Sirens as an engineering force to open mountain tunnels is ideal. The Isgard colonial army only needs to be prepared to reinforce the tunnel walls at any time. After the tunnels are successfully completed, they can naturally transfer tens of thousands of troops directly to the other side of the Roman Empire's poorly defended mountains... There, General Piss will most likely encounter a second problem.

The second problem was the traditional Roman fortresses, even those square castles, perched high in the mountains. While they posed no real threat to General Piss's army, they posed a very real threat to his logistical routes.

When two armies go to war, in addition to the level of weaponry and equipment, the personal qualities of soldiers and the strategic command of generals, the most important thing is naturally logistical support.

Especially after the replacement with new rifles, the lack of logistics meant that Isgard's army could no longer fight the enemy with their firewood sticks. As the front lines were pushed further and further away, the distance their rear logistics had to travel naturally became longer and longer—in order to prevent their vulnerable logistics forces from being threatened by the enemy, it was necessary to take down the castles in the mountains.

"Are our artillery units ready?"

The colonial army of Isgard happens to have a powerful weapon against castles—cannons.

Although the cannons temporarily removed from the ironclad ships and the Schneider-class ironclads were extremely difficult to transport, at least the colonial army now had cannons that could be truly pulled by horse-drawn carriages—these cannons could be set up on the mountains and had a range sufficient to cover all the castles in the mountains.

General Piss calculated that the number of troops stationed in each castle could not be too large. This was due to two factors: the amount of food reserves in the castles and the fact that the Roman military district needed to face two enemies simultaneously, requiring a large number of mobile troops. Under these circumstances, a castle with two hundred garrison troops was already considered well-manned, and many castles might not even have 100 garrison troops.

If we bombard them with artillery fire several times and force them to surrender, we can not only ensure logistical support, but also utilize existing castles for garrisoning...

This was General Piss's plan for solving the second problem—after breaking through the mountains, they could easily breach the weak defenses of the Roman Military District. Then, they would face the biggest problem...

The capital of the Roman Empire, and the Aleseans stationed there.

Although Piss didn't believe the city walls could stop his army's advance, the mage towers next to them were a real problem...

Moreover, the Alessars, equipped with air rifles with extremely long range, were also a formidable opponent. Strictly speaking, this was the first time the Isugard colonial army had faced an army of almost equal strength. Although it's unclear why they didn't use muskets in individual combat despite having artillery, those air rifles were still real guns.

...and taking into account the geographical advantages...and considering that the Roman capital, in addition to its outer defensive walls, also has inner walls, and palace defenses deep within those inner walls...

General Piss's head was twisted in a knot. He couldn't think of a good solution to the third problem. After thinking it over, he realized that perhaps this wasn't the most important thing for him to consider right now.

"Let's deal with the problem at hand first."

General Piss gave the order and then confidently awaited the deployment of his troops.

Just then, his adjutant stepped forward and said somewhat strangely, "The five dragons in the army seem to be consuming a lot of food... Do we really not need to ask our allies for more food supplies?"

General Piss's face stiffened for a moment, then he opened his mouth, pulled his adjutant to a quieter corner, and gestured with his hands with a troubled expression:

"How much food supply do the dragons need now?"

In response to General Piss's question, the adjutant shook his head and gestured with this number:

"The dragons consume the equivalent of dozens of cows' worth of food in a single day... Their food consumption is enormous, and since there are no dragon hunting grounds in the surrounding area, they have to survive on the food from the camp—so... are we really not going to consider asking our allies for a food loan?"

"But who can we borrow grain from? The Hutto Khanate hasn't even conquered a single city yet, so they certainly won't lend us grain. Are we supposed to ask the United Nations again? Please! Lady Nia would really kill me! Besides, the United Nations' wheat fields aren't ready for harvest yet, so they're even less likely to lend us grain."

"Then we can only hope to find food or cattle in the Roman Empire's occupied territories... But if we calculate it that way, our current food supplies can only last for half a month at the front. Is that really okay?"

The logistics of the Issugard colonial army are its biggest weakness.

Their ammunition and food supplies depend on logistical support, but the problem is that once their food supplies run out, they're gone...

Although spring planting and similar operations have been carried out, the food will not be ready until autumn at the earliest—in that case, the food warehouses of Ysgard can only support them for half a month at most... If the dragons can find their own hunting grounds, then the food can be plentiful for a while longer, but it will not exceed a month.

In other words, are we going to fight a war that will be as swift as lightning?

General Pies was somewhat troubled. In the end, he decided to proceed with his work as planned—but just then, a messenger rushed in with news about Lady Nia, leaving General Pies somewhat bewildered...

Did we do something to upset Lady Nia?

General Piss was extremely nervous. When he returned to his tent and took out the magic mirror, he kept wondering if his soldiers had caused trouble for Lady Nia again.

The colonial army has been like Nia's children, constantly causing her trouble. If this happened again, forget about keeping her general's position; just getting to the front lines alive would be a big question...

So... it shouldn't be our people causing trouble, right?

General Piss swallowed hard.

And just as the magic mirror lit up, after General Piss nervously greeted Lady Nia, he heard the black dragon lady with dark circles under her eyes on the other side of the mirror make such a strange request:

"Let us... search for a body called [Constantine]? A body of a god?"

"Yes—I don't care how you found it, just give me a push. Got it?"

"...yes."

"Making a request unreasonable"—that was General Piss's first thought. After all, that was the body of a god. How many Isgardians had never even seen a god? And now you're asking me to find a god's body?! Is this really not some kind of prank or punishment game?

But then he remembered the highly confidential message he had received from the United Nations that seemed to indicate the saving of a god... and General Piss felt relieved.

Since the task is impossible to complete anyway, just keep doing it without any hope of success.

General Piss relaxed and chose to carry out the mission.

Meanwhile, after making her demands to General Piss, Lady Nia lay on the bed, feeling utterly exhausted, like a mother dragon who had been thoroughly violated for two years.

If I had really been played for two years, it wouldn't have been so bad... at least I would have felt some pleasure in addition to exhaustion, unlike now where all I feel is exhaustion.

Ugh!

Whether it's His Majesty Yang Hao or Her Majesty Theresa... they're all so difficult to deal with, so hard to communicate with... Sigh! What's the big deal about giving us some concessions? It's just turning your original two million into 199 million, is it really necessary to go to such lengths?

Recalling her previous negotiations with Her Majesty Theresa, Lady Nia sighed heavily once again, then rolled over on the bed, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket with her tail.

When will I be able to get some benefits from the United Nations? And when will His Majesty Yang Hao finally have time to go out on his own?

"I'd like to see if you'd still be so heartless as to squeeze money out of us if we, the people of Isgard, were carrying your child..."

Lord Black Dragon gritted his teeth.

Meanwhile, Yang Hao, who was traveling around the newly renovated Eden with Finn and Elena, suddenly sneezed. After wiping his nose with a handkerchief, he felt as if someone was thinking about him.

"It must be that bastard Garsen who's hoping I'm dead—or General Dreshka, or even Master Peter. Hmph, a bunch of bastards who don't even know how to struggle for their lives when they're about to die. Apart from General Dreshka, who's barely human, I don't know what to say about the other two."

"Heh? Are you sure it's really your enemy who's after you?"

Watching Elena in the distance, communicating with the magical doll and trying to pack up and take away one of the empty production lines, the little elf was filled with vigilance.

After all, it wasn't just Yang Hao's enemies who had their eyes on him.

There are also many women who lust after his body.

Especially when thinking about what [Light] did back then... the little elf became even more worried.

After all, it's not scary to have someone's thoughts on you.

It has been recorded by God.

That's outrageous.

............

Time quickly came to November 12th.

Today is a good day for war.

Huttod Khan and his army completely cleared away the undead blocking their way on the plains. Before launching a formal attack, they needed to dispose of the undead's corpses to prevent the spread of plague and disaster.

Before burning the corpses, Hutod Khan deliberately climbed to the top of a nearby mountain with his guards. From there, they could easily see the defensive line, presumably established by the Roman Empire's military district, gradually expanding into the distance on the plain ahead.

"Just as the harpies reported—General Dreschka of the Roman Empire has been expanding the defensive lines along our offensive route... Conversely, they haven't built many defensive lines on the mountains in the direction of our allies' offensive, and it's estimated that their forces are also concentrated on our side."

Huto Khan's statement was accepted by the Kheshig.

"Yes. The Roman forces are mainly concentrated in our direction of attack—if the United Nations were willing to attack the Roman Empire from the north, it might relieve more pressure on us... but they seem to only need the two undefended territories of Shkur and Kagard."

"So we can't expect our friends to take on too much for us, my children—we have to take our land from the Romans by our own efforts."

Hutot Khan's plan was to leverage the nomads' superior mobility to traverse the plains, bypass the Roman military district's defenses, and strike at the heart of the enemy's territory, achieving maximum results with minimal losses by striking from both inside and outside.

But through the efforts of the harpies, Khutot Khan discovered a regrettable fact: the Roman general Dreschka was not a fool.

General Dreschka dug numerous trenches at key crossroads leading from the plains into the central region and constructed a formidable defensive line specifically designed for nomads, using a large number of chevaux-de-frise and stone walls.

On this western defensive line, the nomads' mobility would be greatly reduced, and the only harpies capable of penetrating behind the lines would be unable to contend with the military district soldiers due to their numerical and equipment advantages. For Khuttok Khan's army, the only units capable of easily breaking through the western defensive line were those steel-armored trolls.

The trolls could easily breach the Roman defenses. But they were incredibly slow, ridiculously slow. The time it would take for the trolls to reach the front lines was probably enough for the centaurs to launch two or three attacks!

The nomads, stripped of their mobility, posed virtually no threat—this was Huttod Khan's assessment of his army. He knew full well that the nomads were ill-suited to such a direct assault, but he also knew that his situation was far, far better than that of his neighboring allies.

"At least we don't need to figure out how to break through the fortified position of the castle from its high vantage point while navigating mountain paths."

After leaving those words, the Khan led his guards away from the mountain. Upon returning to his tent, he was surprised to find an elf from the Allied Kingdoms seemingly waiting for his return.

"Guests from the United Nations, who are you?"

Hutot Khan did not neglect the arrival of his ally. After ordering people to serve the elf milk wine, he asked the elf why he had come.

......

It turns out that the United Nations hoped that during their advance, they could keep an eye out for the corpse of a god "radiating divine power"—

Hutot Khan seemed to be deep in thought. After making his promise, he watched the elves' figures disappear into his camp.

Are you looking for the body of a god?

Hutot Khan recalled the nights he had spent these past few days, each time he fell asleep, he would have the illusion that the United Kingdom was saving a god...

...It seems that this is not as simple as a "hallucination" or "dream"—it seems that the United Nations has truly accomplished a feat that countless people would not even dare to imagine.

"...Then let our children prepare themselves. Let us seek the possible bodies of deities—it is a blessing from a god, and we have no reason to refuse!"

Huto Khan understood that this was an opportunity—after all, the god who would save the United Kingdom must be a benevolent god, and who would refuse the blessings of a benevolent god?

He clinked glasses with his kheshig (guards), and it was after they shared a jug of milk wine that news arrived from the harpies—

Something extraordinary has happened in the capital of the Roman Empire.

In the direction of the Roman capital, a purple beam of light shot into the sky.

............

In the outskirts of the Roman Empire's capital, demon servants are using magical remnants they've collected from the eastern mines to smelt the essential element that will drag the entire empire into the Demon Realm—the core of the Demon Realm, also known as the "Heart of Purgatory," a demonic creation.

This is a colossal demonic heart, existing simultaneously in reality and purgatory. With each heartbeat, the surrounding area is dragged into the demonic realm in a short period. Once dragged into the demonic realm, most things in reality will be gradually assimilated into demons or demon-like beings over several years.

If the Demon Realm successfully descends upon the Roman Empire, the Demon Servant can secure an outpost for his race before the next demonic calamity arrives. Once the Demon Realm is established, he can move the [Ice Calamity], which operates in the north, southward. This is partly to expand the Demon Realm's strength, and partly to allow the [Ice Calamity] to recuperate and regain its full power, while also weakening the strength of other nations on the continent along the way.

"Overall, it's as stable as it gets..."

The demon servant was very satisfied with his plan. Looking at the towering purple pillar of light, and then at the hideous demon heart that was gradually being revealed at the base of the pillar, he nodded. After tidying up the clothes on his weakened body, he turned his gaze to the land further north.