"Move!" commanded Greg.
Everyone restrained their emotions, entering the battlefield during the night rewards period.
In just this single day, armies numbering in the hundreds of millions had been enlisted.
The worlds they occupied were mostly ones discovered during the day not long ago, inhabited by weak yet numerous weird demons.
In some low-level worlds, it seemed like they were seen as sanctuaries for low-level weird demons, with no creatures of the day visible, only a pervasive presence of weirdness and demons!
Such worlds also needed to be cleansed by human civilization.
On one hand, they gathered points, accumulating slowly, and on the other hand, they reduced the number of weird demons. Now, there was an additional aspect—training troops!
These armadas from indigenous civilizations were becoming somewhat useful, at least able to garrison a vast number of low-level worlds.
