World Domination System - Chapter 1062

After a second, it was the towering and muscular queen who had been crowned after the events that had left a large part of Lanthanor's mages presumably disabled that spoke.

"There was some noise from the oldest elves who still held a grudge against her, but apart from that, there was a lot of cheering, and many, many gifts. Will the Godking not grace us with one, too?"

Hearing her, Daneel blinked, as he hadn't had had the time to think of wedding gifts.

Seeing his confusion, the two queens laughed together, and it was the other one who said, "We simply ask for the chance to stand with you in battle. Your sovereigns have shown their mettle, so we feel it is time for us to do so, too. In case you forgot, we need to remind you that we have always been the masters of magic on this land. Only the other day, I was approached by the Head who told me of the Order, and the many elves who have secretly entered their ranks over the years and went on to gain much merit. The two of us wish to bring honor to our race by showing that we are not weaker than any of your closest followers – a single chance is all we need, and if given, I swear that you will be surprised."

Daneel smiled as he heard this. In the face of war, there were some who shrank away from the challenge, but it was those that could walk fearlessly in its path that he wanted.

"The chance is granted. But it is something that will be given to everyone here, as I have called you all because I value a certain quality, or skill that you possess. If we wish for our home to stand against the onslaught of the church, we need to act together, so without shame, I say this: each and every one of you will be used, to the fullest, in all the ways that I can think of, even if it means that you may die. If you have any apprehensions, state them now, so that I can know that I can't rely on you."

Only silence greeted his request, which made Daneel smile broader.

"Good. Commanders, go ahead."

The next few hours were spent going over all the preparations that they had done so far.

The people were being trained well – after the coronation, some had already started to detect that their Mageroots and bodies seemed more suited to the tasks that they were being given, but Daneel waited for more to feel this before he revealed what he had done for them.

From the beginning, the goal had always been to use large numbers of people together to form units that could act cohesively. According to the commanders, a lot of the people whose talent had been overlooked, or simply ignored due to the dearth of resources on the continent had formed squads strong enough to contend with even Heroes.

As for the rest, because a squad could even consist of 10,000 people, they were all of the Champion level, as, after all, at least that level of power was needed if a difference was going to be made in the war.

The only drawback was that working together to combine their power for long periods of time was very tiring. But from the day they had begun, repeatedly hammering in everything they were supposed to do had served the purpose of increasing this time more and more, until it looked like they would be able to last for the entire battle with no problem whatsoever.

This brought them to the people who could not be placed in squads – these were the individuals who, for some reason or another, could not work in a group, as after all, even if one had very, very little talent, a certain level of aptitude was required to wield the complicated layers of formations that needed to be mastered for a squad to function.

According to the latest estimate, of the roughly 5 million population of the continent who had begun training, 3 million had been placed in squads, while the rest was still trying to prove themselves capable enough to join the others.

The truth was laid bare to them – if they had not been able to do so until now, they would not be trained enough in a month. So, the mages who had been training them had to be diverted to the 3 million who could actually use more instruction, and even though it might seem as if their dream of fighting for their children would be trampled upon, it needed to be done.

As soon as his father stated this fact with sadness, Daneel waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about them – in the end, they might actually turn out to be the ones who wield the most power among their brethren, so focus on these 3 million talented individuals first. Send those 2 million people to this place, here. What of the food?"

After marking a certain location on the image of the continent he had conjured, he asked this question, and was told about how the farms and other food creation processes were being carried on in full swing.

The mages were the ones set on these tasks, as they could get a lot done while people trained, and with time, they were getting better and better at using as little Energy as possible to keep the farms and plantations running.

"This concludes the first meeting. I have high hopes for each and every one of you. Taking everything you've heard here, think on how you can make a difference in the best manner possible. You're all dismissed. We shall meet again soon."

With that, the people in front of him began to bow and leave. The sovereigns did so, too, as everyone was still very tired from their close encounter with the Demon Leviathan.

After they were all gone, Daneel flicked his fingers, which led to 3 individuals emerging in front of the throne.

"What do you think? If I combine what we've done so far with the plans you've given me, will it be enough?"

His question was met by a frown from Husare, who pondered for a bit and gave an answer that made Daneel get a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I do not specialize in warfare. You know that I was sent only to be a messenger. Still, I will give you my opinion. All plans only survive until the first contact with an enemy. At least, this is what I was taught. After coming here, I looked over the past of this continent, and all the plans that you used so far. Suffice it to say that if I showed the same information to those old crones who taught me, they would swear that I must be spitting lies. Somehow, you have the rare ability to make plans that tend to succeed more often than not. If you were on the Mainland, you would have been fought over by multiple powerful forces. Even now, I can tell that you are planning something. If we fight on equal terms, a devastating defeat is guaranteed. But something tells me that that is not what we are going to do… aren't I right, king? So tell me the plan that you've made, and then, we can talk."

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