With over 30 million additional arcane cannons, Johnson quickly restructured the army and armed them with the additional arcane cannons.
Previously, there were two shifts of soldiers, ensuring they wouldn’t accumulate fatigue.
Although there was a miracle food that removed their fatigue and restored their spirit and will.
Long-term exhaustion-recovery cycles in a short period of time were detrimental to the potential of an individual.
In the worst case, they could even die.
After all, this is forcing the body against the rules of the world, and anything against it will suffer sooner or later.
Unfortunately, with more weapons now, resting is no longer possible.
They all had to work, no matter the consequences; they had to get up and fight.
The soldiers also understand this.
They needed to protect their land, if it meant they had to exchange their life, they would do it without second thoughts.
Picking up the newly set weapons, they resolutely filled them with mana, waiting for the general’s instructions.
Looking at the enemy about fifty thousand kilometers away from them, a smile arced on their lips.
With additional weapons in their hands, their originally wavering confidence returned.
Even if they died as a result of overwork, they didn’t care.
Protecting their home was more important than their lives.
Their wives, children, and property were in the empire.
Once it was destroyed, it was equivalent to death regardless.
“Ready and Aim!” Johnson ordered over the intercom.
“Fire!”
Like a grand celebration, the sky lit up brighter than ever, sending a death signal to the enemy.
Boom!
A defining sound followed, akin to a heavenly note played in their ears.
“Fire!”
Without waiting for the smoke to subside, Johnson ordered the arcane cannons to be fired again.
Boom!
“Fire!”
“Fire!”
“Fire!”
Like a symphony, explosions after explosions bombarded the enemy as if there were no tomorrow.
Johnson, who was looking at the status of the enemy puppets, smiled.
“Hahaha, it looks like you can’t keep up with the resurrection now,”
Looking above, the enemy decreased visibly to the naked eye.
Each second, the arcane cannons took the lives of almost a hundred million puppets.
Moreover, according to his estimate, the enemy resurrected only about ten million per second.
If this continued, sooner or later, the enemy would be wiped out.
Meanwhile, in the enemy camp.
Panic ensued as they received various reports of the status of the Puppet Army.
“What happened? How could there be more arcane cannons?!”
“30 million more! Who in the world has that many arcane cannons?!”
“Have you checked who they bought them from?”
The Moonlight Empire didn’t simply double their firepower; they directly pushed them to despair.
Although it might not seem like it, tens of millions of arcane cannons are insane.
The materials used for this weapon of war are so rare that no one dared to waste them.
After all, even if the arcane cannon reached tier 9, without hitting the target, they’re useless.
Even for them, if they are careful, the threat of the arcane cannon is nothing.
If that is so, it’s better to build a personal or at least an automatic weapon. ᴛʜs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛʀ s ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛ ʙʏ ovl(ꜰ)ir(e).nt
Although it’s more expensive to build and use, at least it will have some threat to them.
They wondered who was crazy enough to build tens of millions of Arcane cannons and give them to the Moonlight Empire.
“This is not our problem.”
“No matter where they got the materials for the arcane cannons, there is nothing we can do about it.”
“Our problem right now is how do we proceed with this?”
“Sooner or later, the puppets would run out.”
“How about we call His Majesty?”
“He should be able to solve the resurrection efficiency of the puppets.”
Now that they are already this desperate,the only person they can think of is Khan.
They also wanted to fight, but looking at the domineering Berserk Legion always looming over them, they didn’t dare.
What they planned was to have the puppets assist them in battle, overcoming the enemy with pure quantity.
However, with the puppets dying, not even passing the first barrier of the Moonlight Empire, they couldn’t help but despair.
Antonio, the commander of the puppet army, looked at this coldly, as if it was expected.
Antonio already knew that the Moonlight Empire was a bottomless pit.
When you feel that you’re close to the ground, another hole would be dug out, giving you despair.
After experiencing this for a few years, he was already numb.
Thus, even hearing them ask for the Emperor of Westle Empire for help, he just shook his head.
“What do you mean, Antonio? Why are you shaking your head?”
They look at Antonio like it was all his fault this happened.
As the main Commander controlling the puppet army, Antonio should be the one to quickly think of a solution.
Yet looking at him silent as if mute, they felt a bit dissatisfied.
“Nothing, it’s merely because you forgot the root problem.”
“What root problem?”
“It’s the arcane cannons.”
“Arcane cannons? What about them?”
“Who knows if these are all the arcane cannons that the Moonlight Empire had?”
“What if there are a hundred million, a billion, or even a trillion more arcane cannons hidden there?”
“Furthermore, are the arcane cannons our only problem?”
“The Berserk Legions, and the Imperial soldiers that ambushed us last time, is that all there is?”
“Is there a stronger legion, an army hidden that we didn’t know of?”
“No, we know nothing!”
“This is a pointless war, a battle of consumption.”
“Without absolute power to dominate the battlefield, the winner may not emerge in tens, hundreds, or even thousands of years.”
As Antonio enumerated all kinds of facts, the crowd fell silent.
Fighting the Moonlight Empire up until this point had been smooth.
They even celebrated as if victory was in sight.
Who knew the next day, they would face despair?
The enemy had too many unknowns that they felt they were fighting in the dark.
Yesterday they were winning the next day they were losing.
They were only mare cannon fodder at this point.
A weak helpless being that couldn’t affect the war, and could only stall the enemy.
“Then should we call His Majesty directly?”
“I’m sure with his strength, no enemy is a match for us.”
Suddenly, one of them spoke, suggesting an idea.
“What do you think, Divine Priest?”
“Me?” Looyt was speechless as the question was directed at him.
How dare he call the Emperor of the Westle Empire directly?
Isn’t that suicide?
Teaching an Emperor what to do is equivalent to death.
“What about you, Antonio? Do you have any ideas?” Looyt didn’t answer the question and passed it back.
“Hmph! I don’t care.”
“I’ll hold off here as long as I can. The rest is up to you bunch of trash,” Antonio said coldly, exiting the room.
He and his subordinates had been the only ones doing the work.
Now the blame is still passed onto him.
They can go to hell as they want.
Antonio would rather accept the punishment of his god than deal with these trashes.
Looking at the back of Antonio, they felt mixed emotions.
There is anger, resentment, shame, and unwillingness.
Having no one amongst them to stand up at a critical moment made them feel useless.
It had all been the believers of the God of Puppet who was doing the work.
They, the believers of the God of Shadow, God of Gambling and God of Thieves simply did nothing and sit around.
But what could they do?
They were simply cannon fodder forcefully promoted by their god.
Against those insane Tier 8 armies and legions, they didn’t even qualify as cannon fodder.
Looyt, seeing this, just shook his head.
‘What a bunch of brainwashed believers who can’t think on their own…’ he thought.
“Just report what happened here to His Majesty.”
“As for what happens next…”
Looyt didn’t mention the following words, but they understood.
Soon one of them reported everything to the Emperor of the Westle Empire.
…
Meanwhile, after Antonio came back to the puppet command centre.
He ordered his subordinates to disperse the puppets.
He also halted their advancement, waiting for the follow-up command.
Soon after a few hours, the battlefield came to a stalemate.
With dispersed puppets, the arcane cannon lethality plummeted, giving time for the resurrection of other puppets.
Seeing this, he heaved a sigh of relief.
Now he only needed to wait, wait until this was over.
The war had really caused him too much stress.
…
In the Westle Empire, Khan looked over the report and frowned.
Although he already expected that the Moonlight Empire still had some trump cards, he didn’t expect it to be this severe.
Even if he used more amalgamation of will to hasten the resurrection time of the puppets, it wouldn’t help much.
The fundamental difference between the two empires needed to be decided by the top powers of both sides.
He felt that even if he increased his investment in the amalgamation of will.
The Moonlight Empire would respond with more arcane cannons.
Without his personal participation, the war could only lead to a stalemate until one side was exhausted.
Unfortunately, the memories still kept coming like an alarm clock disrupting him.
If he fought in this condition, he might die without even knowing.
Fortunately, as time passed, he felt that this experience wouldn’t last long.
The memory was coming into pieces, it was beginning to make sense to him.
A few more months to a year and his suffering would end.
After that, it would be time for the Moonlight Empire to witness his power.
“Just wait, wait until this is over…”