After an hour of battle, Souta finished off the army of the empire. This was the first wave of the enemy's army, and he knew that there were still dozens of the enemy's ships in this world.
"The empire's army in this world is finished..."
Souta said as he sat down and leaned his back on the chair. He commanded some of his people to persuade the forces of this world to join them. He knew that some of the people who wanted to rebel against the empire were just lurking in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
"In a week, we'll be able to take over half of this land..."
These were his calculations based on their speed in clearing the empire's army. If his forces didn't require sleep, then their time in conquering this world would shorten.
