Oversseer System: I Shall Recreate This Civilization
Chapter 31: Holy War (2)

Chapter 31: Holy War (2)

The total number of troops stood at 500,000.

Coming from highly diverse backgrounds, with some still harboring old grudges, the four kings understood that this army could not be coordinated so easily.

Thus, a complex chain of command was established, where the smallest unit consisted of squads with a minimum of ten soldiers.

The army was divided into three main forces:

100,000 troops infiltrated through the water gates, forming the main assault force composed of the most skilled warriors and officers across the Union.

200,000 troops launched an attack from both coastal sides, aiming to encircle and gradually corner the enemy.

50,000 troops patrolled the sea routes, tasked with sabotaging any unidentified ships that could potentially be carrying enemy supplies.

Meanwhile, 150,000 soldiers remained stationed on the mainland as reserves, simultaneously acting as protectors for the kings who spearheaded the invasion.

The invasion began with a devastating bombardment.

Poorly defended small towns fell one after another.

Meanwhile, the shock troops blended into the major cities, avoiding unnecessary confrontations to strike directly at the enemy’s core defenses.

Strangely, Intayan forces barely resisted.

Despite having superior equipment and maximizing their magical potential, they either lacked numbers or battle experience, making their movements predictable.

It was as if they underestimated the invaders or, perhaps, their soldiers were simply unqualified for real warfare.

To the Holy Confederation Army, this invasion felt like taking candy from a child—trivial and effortless.

So easy, in fact, that it was terrifying.

With each passing day, Zhovavren grew more convinced they were walking into a trap.

But what kind of trap could possibly wipe out an army of this size?

Rationality and paranoia locked him in an agonizing dilemma.

He visited the informant several times, yet the man’s words never changed.

Even when Zhovavren pressed him with mind games, wordplay, and cruel threats, the result remained the same.

Despite all his efforts, Zhovavren’s best judgment still told him that the informant was telling the truth.

With no other choice, he enacted his final plan.

If there was one emotion stronger than fear, it was joy.

A fleeting spark lasting but a single moment—yet in that instant, people became drunk on happiness and let their guard down.

Thus, Zhovavren showered the informant with gifts, distracted him with women, and, as the final touch, offered him anything he desired.

But the informant asked for only one thing.

"I only wish to hasten my inevitable death. Your Majesty... would you grant me that?"

Zhovavren felt his efforts had been wasted.

In the end, he had only tried to deceive a dying man.

But the informant wasn’t dying—never be.

Despite his poor condition, he had at least ten years left to live.

Yet the ’death’ he spoke of arrived in a different form.

Zhovavren realized its meaning in the most painful way.

On a bright afternoon, he was celebrating his child’s third birthday.

The joyful atmosphere was suddenly overshadowed by an ominous dark cloud.

But it was no storm.

It was a colossal sphere of dense, concentrated magic—Alcatraz.

When that sphere of destruction struck the ground, it left behind nothing but annihilation.

The three kings were consumed by the explosion, perishing instantly, along with 150,000 reserve troops.

The blast wave extended across a fifty-kilometer radius.

Though the explosion itself didn’t destroy the entire continent, the aftermath was far worse.

The magical residue of Alcatraz was so abundant and toxic that it spread across the land, claiming countless lives wherever it touched.

It contaminated water sources, altered the climate, and triggered the first-ever acid magic rain—not only in the Union but also in Antroseda.

The disaster’s effects covered nearly half the continent.

It was said that it took decades for the affected regions to become habitable again. And by the time they did, the land had become overgrown and infested with cursed beasts that had survived and evolved into monstrous Magical Creatures.

In the end, the only safe place left was a nation once known as Sarr.

Rhaozhekar, the supreme leader, had left for Sarr earlier to visit his grandchild’s grave.

A decision that would later be deeply appreciated, even by his future descendants.

Meanwhile, the remaining 350,000 troops were thrown into chaos.

The 100,000 shock troops, scattered and vulnerable, were hunted down by the Intayan military.

This time, the enemy showed no restraint.

The Holy Confederation Army was hunted to extinction.

Five battalions were trapped in mine-filled terrain and decimated through guerrilla warfare.

A regiment disguised as unknown immigrants was gathered in one place, tortured in unimaginable and inhumane ways, then buried alive.

This atrocity was immortalized in history through the infamous ballad: The Land That Wept.

As for the remaining 250,000, those tasked with conquest and defense, they attempted to escape by sea, believing their mission had failed.

But waiting for them was an airborne enemy force of 80,000 troops.

The Intayan army had cracked the secret of flight magic and mastered it to perfection.

With their aerial advantage, they rained destruction upon the remnants of the Holy Confederation Army.

That day, 250,000 soldiers perished in the most brutal ways—burned, impaled, trampled.

It wasn’t a battle.

It was mass extermination.

A slaughter so horrific it became the subject of the forbidden tale, The Mountain of Mourning.

The endless piles of corpses attracted swarms of crows.

To deal with this, the Intayan people resorted to an ancient method—burning.

It was said that the flames were so massive, their smoke could be seen from the ends of the world.

Normally, such cruelty would have turned the Intayan nation into global pariahs.

At worst, the entire world would have united against them.

Yet the other continents were too preoccupied with their own conflicts to care about that ’commotion’.

Instead of being shunned, the Intayan military’s ability to unleash large-scale destruction was admired. Some nations even openly sought alliances with them.

Deals were struck. Rivalries flared.

Instead of being erased, Intayan transformed into a global superpower—one that held the world in its grasp.