After waking up, I went to the teleportation array to activate it. Fortunately, the activation process was a very short one, and soon enough spatial portal was created of enormous size. Tens of thousands of soldiers started pouring from it and getting into orderly formations.
I was satisfied seeing such beauty, and soon, I will unleash them onto the Ihor and turn it into my playground similar to the Ewor, and then mainland, and soon, the entire Yestera Plane would be my source of resources.
After some time, my entire army with over 1 million soldiers was here, together with half a million Arcane Mechanical Automatons, was on Ihor, and soon, tomorrow, they will march.
After constructing so many Arcane Mechanical Automatons, I have decided to start using them for war. After the conquest of the Ihor, I will begin manufacturing the combat-oriented types.
Some of them were already in the preparation stages.
“General, organize everything for an attack tomorrow, coordinate your attack with the usage of Voidships; we will use them in every attack already. Also, notify me if something happens.”
I said before I turned to leave.
“My Lord, there is something that requires your attention.”
General Zagan quickly said before I left.
“What?”
I turned around.
“Our last magical scan performed by Lord Mephisto Pheles showed that as we are speaking, almost all Ultimate-Class powerhouses of these tribes are together gathered at one place, probably some meeting. It is highly possible that they are plotting to ally against us. Altogether 15 Ultimate-Class powerhouses are participating in that meeting, My Lord.”
Explained General Zagan as I frowned lightly. As much as I hated humans, despite being one past life, their most significant advantage and talent were banding together, depending on unity and numbers.
I will break down one aspect of history when I take control. Something not many races were good at, devils being a prime example. Most of us are too proud or straight arrogant to ask for help.
While among humans, they would join together when faced with threats and fight as one.
Something I didn’t want to see. Now, 15 joined together to form a resistance group, annoying me to no end, but alas, they will be crushed and killed as everything that stands in my way.
“Proceed as usual. Without any changes, but include counter plans if the bigger number of Ultimate-Class powerhouses appears. We need to be ready for all possibilities that could happen.”
Something that I wanted to prevent happened. I was unaware of such a possibility, but I hoped that human tribes would either be too blind to fight together or put their grievances and hatred first before common interest.
“Also, be especially careful, and tell Lord Pheles to conduct scanning and tracking spells every 12 hours to observe the location of Ultimate-Class powerhouses; we need to be in light of their movements.”
I said to him before leaving.
“Architect, start creating counter plans for the Ultimate-Class humans and how to most effectively kill them with our current strength without any major loses.”
I said to my MTC.
[Of course.]
Sounded the voice of an Architect in my head.
I wanted to win, suffering minimum losses.
In this regard, the Architect is the best strategist. In Solar Federation, battle strategies were often created by the most advanced Artificial Intelligence due to their superior calculation abilities and analysis skills.
With the help of the Architect’s skills, I will have countless possible scenarios I can apply to my situation if we encounter a large amount of Ultimate-Class powerhouses. I also made a mental note to beat up Zekram when I reach his level of power or higher for purposely sending me to a world that is too annoying.
Fortunately, there are no notable threats, as he wouldn’t send Vena if it were that case. He was probably here personally to scout the world. Still, so many corpses of Ultimate-Class… exquisite, though, the troublesome quality was low, and I noticed I wouldn’t be gaining much increase from them, but probably enough to reach a higher level of Ultimate-Class.
***
Meanwhile, in the Central Region of the Yestera Plane
Fifteen people in tribal clothing were sitting on lavish chairs; as the deathly silence was in the air, nobody spoke a word.
“So… how accurate is that information?”
Asked one of the humans in the fur of a bear and a huge cub next to his chair.
“100%… entire Tigara Tribe has been annihilated by invaders to the last person. Apparently, they used some monstrous flying metal things to shoot at them and annihilated them, including two Legendary people.”
Said the chieftain of one tribe.
“We must act immediately, rally armies, and attack vile invaders.”
“Yes, together, we will be able to defeat them. How many warriors can each of your tribe rally? My tribe can muster 15,000 warriors.”
Asked one of the Chieftains.
“50,000.”
“65,000.”
“40,000.”
“57,000.”
“62,000.”
Soon all fifteen of them stated how many warriors they could bring to their alliance.
“So in the end, a grand army of 1,6 million is formed, known as the Alliance of Ihor. With this grand army and fifteen Legendary powerhouses, we shall defeat and banish vile invaders to where they came from.”
Said the ‘leading’ chieftain, that became something akin to the chairman of the Ihor Alliance.
“When shall we march unto the enemy? Those vile invaders are currently in the western region, and we don’t know what is their next target?”
Asked one of the Chieftains.
“After we mobilize our armies, we will attack them at first. In front of our strength and numbers, they will be nothing.”
Said the leading chieftain with a hint of arrogance in his words, as now he was the practically uncrowned king of the Ihor subcontinent.
“Then it is decided. Everyone return to your tribes and start rallying troops; force all tribes to send as much as possible troops for our cause.”
Said them, the leading chairman.
