Philip slowly withdrew his hand, his face slightly pale.
The powerful figures watching from a distance trembled and began to retreat, fearful of being swept up in this tide of destruction.
This battle had completely shattered their understanding of the world.
Two hours... It only took two hours!
An Overlord Rank force that had stood for tens of thousands of years had crumbled before the Empire's might!
Even a Divine Envoy of the 6th level was killed on the spot!
This was simply horrifying!
With the Stellar Merchants' Guild gone, how long could these other forces hold against the Empire's advancing soldiers?
Philip sensed the movements of these people, but he paid them no mind.
His gaze turned toward the direction of Paris City, his heart filled with awe.
The long years of the Eura Continent had finally brought forth this unparalleled Emperor!
...
At the Goldflow Empire's Border, Frontline of the War
"For the Empire!"
"For the end of this bloody fate!"
