The total number of Imperial troops deployed in this war was no less than 500,000 men. It was so large of a number that unless you were the Empire, it was impossible for a single country to mobilize this many men.

However, 500,000 men were too many to deploy into a single battlefield. Of course, the troop division would depend on the terrain, but no matter how wide the battlefield was, an army would become slow if it exceeded 200,000 men. As large as the army grew, the time it took for orders to be delivered increased in proportion.

That was why Antras had added 50,000 to the previous 150,000 men making it a total of 200,000 men he planned to attack the Lester Kingdom’s 150,000 men with. Standing at the front of these 150,000 men were the four Masters that the Empire was proud of with Antras on the ground, responsible for directing strategic tactics.

‘It’ll be good whether Milton is there or not this time. The only thing that matters is to destroy the Lester Kingdom this time.’

Thinking so, Antras began to advance the Imperial Army.

“Silver Sage, the enemy is in sight.”

“Hm…”

Antras sat down in the previously prepared chair high up in the watchtower and looked down at the enemy camp. He frowned.

‘They’ve...