Chapter Seventy-One: The Comprehensive War Legend Command System
Pioneer City. After Jima finished her grooming, she stepped out of the door.
Her horns were dark and long, her head adorned with broken crown pieces, a raven feather cloak draped over her shoulders, and she wore feathered armor.
The officers of the Sinful Army stood like those wielding power, barefoot, raising a foot for a floating disk to fly toward them with blue flames.
She stepped onto the floating disk and floated her way to the command room,
where the chief strategist, the Powder Demon with tusks, along with over ten others who had accepted her, included demons and cultists. If there were any disturbances related to the imperial cultural domain, they would surely gasp in surprise.
Among them were several well-known scholars and philosophers, quite accomplished in cultural matters.
Upon seeing Jima,
they all slapped their left shoulders with their right hands, extending their arms straight toward Jima, saluting: “Your Majesty.”
Jima merely nodded and paused in front of the long table.
Stern, cold, and powerful.
She was a different person from the Jima who had been before George.
No one knew that beneath the cloak and soft fabric was a slightly swollen backside.
The chief strategist, the Powder Demon, spoke directly: “You wanted to see me urgently just now?”
“Yes.” The Powder Demon said, “Your Majesty, your familiar cat is very competent.”
Jima glanced at the ugly Powder Demon: “Speak, what is it?”
“The Comprehensive War Legend Command System is complete,” he said, grabbing a staff with his claw and handing it to Jima: “It allows you to directly control the corresponding generals.”
“Control?” Jima pointed, and the staff flew into her hand.
The golden metal rod felt heavy in her grasp.
Seeing Jima didn’t pursue the matter of having secretly changed the project name, the Powder Demon’s tone became more cheerful: “Yes. Considering you need the army to absolutely obey your commands, we used command magic. If the other party defies your orders, they will be tortured by electric shocks.”
“How many can I command?”
“Fifteen?”
“Only fifteen?” Jima frowned: “Then my orders are limited to promotions, and didn’t you see my requirements? If I can only command one person, if they die in battle, wouldn’t I directly lose control?”
“Not at all,” the Powder Demon said. “You can control fifteen at a time. If they die in battle, they will be replaced.”
“And the range?”
“We have utilized the latest and ancient knowledge, which is sufficient to allow you to command subordinates within a three-kilometer radius.”
The chief strategist, the Powder Demon, was full of confidence, waiting for Jima’s questions.
“I have many more questions.”
Jima said: “But these issues cannot be understood with a starfish-shaped user manual. I need a drill, a real live drill, assemble the troops, count the numbers, and I want to lead the troops into a real battle.”
Each troop must be assembled in Pioneer City. Not every superior and subordinate is free of conflict and coexists harmoniously.
The officers of the Accepted King, while loyal to Jima, often liked to use her reputation for personal gain.
The recently arrived Blood God army was arrogant, looking down on the neighboring faint-legged Sinful sisters, who didn’t even have armor.
Meanwhile, the Sinful Army was busy indulging in pleasures, getting bloated at the mention of assembly.
Every assembly was a time when conflicts erupted,
with ten individuals brutally torn apart for violating military discipline.
Jima was already used to this; after her judgment, she would bathe, sleep, and by the time the numbers were counted and assemblies finished, it would already be noon the next day.
The assembly area was the city square.
There was no parade platform; Jima stood on the floating disk to review the troops.
The Accepted King’s officers sat on the floating disks, clustering beside Jima to showcase their status.
Jima scanned the area, seeing a mass of blood-red armor, rows neatly formed, which belonged to the Blood God army. Loose and disheveled were the Sinful troops, who extended their long tongues, licking their claws.
Behind them were the poorly organized Mortal Army.
From above, they barely formed an irregular line, with varying qualities and a complex mix of personnel. They included northern marauders, cultists from within the empire, and traitors, divided by their differing primary beliefs.
Jima glanced, classifying them as meat cannon fodder. Although their strength might be on par with the provincial soldiers of the empire, they could match them.
Each team of a hundred had a banner, thanks to the Sinful Army’s incitement.
Jima looked down at the troop roster:
Sinful Demon Warriors: two units, totaling 160 individuals.
Sinful Fairies: 800 individuals.
Sinful Beasts: 12 heads.
Doom Knights: 19 riders.
Travelers: 600 riders.
People’s Hearts: 100 riders.
Blood God Demon Warriors: 80 individuals.
Blood God War Altar: 1 unit.
Divine Fire Demon: 1 head.
Steel-armored Riders: 16 heads.
Historically speaking, these elite troops combined comprised more than half of the legion’s total numbers.
Mortal Army: 270 individuals, mostly melee fighters, some equipped with javelins.
The Blood God’s five soldiers also counted as an elite demonic legion.
Jima was quite satisfied. Based on the roster, she allocated all the cavalry, travelers, People’s Hearts, and steel-armored knights, filling the command system’s quotas. The total was just over seven hundred, yet she allocated eight slots.
Essentially, the demon officers assigned slots had entered into a life-and-death contract with Jima, their life and death entirely determined by her.
Yet in her presence, no one dared defy her will.
Jima then allocated two more slots to the Demon Warriors, the elite and skilled heavy infantry, one slot to the Sinful Demon Warriors, and three slots to the Sinful Fairies.
The remaining two slots were assigned to the Mortal Army with a staggering number of two thousand seven hundred.
This extreme unequal distribution scheme stirred minor emotions among the Mortal Army.
Among them were also experts; who lacked one or two gifts from the evil gods? Which one didn’t have a deformed head or some inexplicable limbs?
Unfortunately, in Jima’s view, for these infantrymen, it was enough for them to display their marks before the entire army and imprints of commands were struck into the hearts of their enemies; this was much more efficient than killing countless foes. This undoubtedly proclaimed their power.
Only then did she realize there were no organized archers in her army.
The Powder Demon chief strategist immediately said: “My master, you can pray to the Master; these mortals, as servants of the Lord of Transformation, are adept at throwing their magical flames to scorch the enemies.”
They hadn’t yet gotten far enough for archers.
Jima waved her hand, saying: “No ranged attacks; that’s not important, convey my orders.”
The nineteen Doom Knights clustered around Jima, serving as her guard.
The Powder Demons standing on the floating disks began to wave military flags to deliver Jima’s commands.
Jima waved the staff in her hand, starting to command the troops, as one team after another passed from the assembly area through three paths and down to the city below.
It went smoothly for the most part, experiencing only seven blockages in half an hour, primarily due to: seeing military flags waving, thinking they’d reached their own hundred-person team, resulting in two teams colliding together, triggering a chain reaction.
With blockages in the middle road, troop speed slowed down and crashed into the irritable Blood God army.
The contract officers misunderstood Jima’s orders or were left dumbfounded, and some officers couldn’t distinguish left from right, repeatedly confirming which was the left front, slamming into allies on the left side. Unsurprisingly, these were officers loyal to the Blood God.
Jima was surprised she could communicate with him fluently using over a dozen different words.
Nonetheless, Jima was already quite satisfied.
In just over half an hour, she had managed to systematically lead a 5,500-strong army from the inner town’s square to outside, lined up for a parade formation.
At the same time, she understood why the officers of the Lord of Transformation worked tirelessly to develop this command system for their own use.
Because it still needed to amplify the ability to convey orders over a distance. The magic utilized in this command system was “command magic,” a fairly powerful spell.
“There’s still much to improve,” Jima said, “but it’s already sufficient.”
The Powder Demon chief strategist grinned with a mouth capable of swallowing a hundred-pound child, revealing a smile of satisfaction. The project’s success was enough to secure the Lord of Transformation’s dominance in the military.
Next, as long as Jima continued to pray to the Lord of Transformation for more demonic beings, the entire legion would be united under her command, and they would have to yield to her.
Jima was surprised she could communicate with him fluently using over a dozen different words.
Nonetheless, Jima was already quite satisfied.
In just over half an hour, she had managed to systematically lead a 5,500-strong army from the inner town’s square to outside, lined up for a parade formation.
At the same time, she understood why the officers of the Lord of Transformation worked tirelessly to develop this command system for their own use.
Because it still needed to amplify the ability to convey orders over a distance. The magic utilized in this command system was “command magic,” a fairly powerful spell.
“There’s still much to improve,” Jima said, “but it’s already sufficient.”
The Powder Demon chief strategist grinned with a mouth capable of swallowing a hundred-pound child, revealing a smile of satisfaction. The project’s success was enough to secure the Lord of Transformation’s dominance in the military.
Next, as long as Jima continued to pray to the Lord of Transformation for more demonic beings, the entire legion would be united under her command, and they would have to yield to her.
