They took about 80% of it along the way, and the rest is mine. Am I supposed to thank them?

"The key is, boss, we can't really investigate them. What if we find something wrong?"

Beastmaster: ...

He was speechless. When it came to spending money to buy supplies, he had to consider the issues raised by Commissioners Smith, Geng, and Singh.

Their expenses along the way all seemed reasonable and without any problems.

But the supplies just disappeared inexplicably.

But if they don't spend money, they won't even have any supplies left, which is like going from one end of the stick to the other.

"Damn it...we might as well just surrender."

And so, after a month, the El Empire's all-out war against the world came to an end.

Relying on Edward's previously designed blitzkrieg strategy, and with the overwhelming war machine of the Titans of the High Alchemists, they completed the suppression of the entire world.

Under the attack of the alchemists, five war gods, seven phallus kings, three dwarf lords, and a large number of orc tribe leaders perished.

As for the alchemists, their armies followed the Titans and armored forces, resulting in minimal losses.

The High Alchemist, ostensibly, died because of the siege of four Archphans; Karen's old friend Zanya was beheaded and died with his heart pierced.

His Titan, the Mountain Giant, uses alchemy to combine a special biomass with rock, truly making a mountain move.

It devours cities it encounters and crushes mage towers it encounters.

The four victors, recklessly focusing their fire, successfully carried out the assassination.

Of course, this is in the open; they don't intend to expose the situation of perfect life, so Zanlia chose to play dead after the Titan was destroyed by the mob.

The entire body entered a state of pseudo-death until the remains were transported back to the country and returned to the place where the other Supreme Alchemists resided, at which point the coffin was opened and the body rose up.

"I'm back!"

"What's wrong, Zanya? You don't actually think you're doing a pretty good job, do you?"

Look at you, you got too carried away charging in and ended up getting ganged up on and beaten by a bunch of uncivilized Frenchmen.

You've only been a perfect life form for less than a year, and you've already destroyed a Titan. You'll have to take down two in two years and four in four.

As your old buddy, I really have to laugh at you, really.

"What are you talking about? What are you talking about? Can you call it a mishap when it comes to alchemists? Didn't you see that I sent three of those four guys away?"

Then came the talk of how a perfect life form isn't considered a failure, and how my Titan can still be repaired, filling the entire conference room with a cheerful atmosphere.

"Well, everyone should pay attention now. All four countries have submitted their surrender documents to us."

Our war objective has been achieved; all the key nodes forging our territory are now etched into the earth.

Next, we need to find a suitable reason to withdraw the troops, without arousing their suspicion.

Edward ordered his army to carry out the killings in specific locations, but his plan was known only to the alchemists who had become perfect beings; no one else knew.

To deceive the enemy, you must first deceive your own people.

Within the intelligence systems of the four nations, the occasional erratic marches of the El Empire are attributed to the Crown Prince's poor skill and penchant for micro-management.

What about moving artillery positions fifty meters to the left, and armored vehicles running out of fuel and being pulled by horses?

Even if it's an airdrop order, the general must complete his strategic objectives.

From the perspective of the four nations, they might even have to thank Edward, whose actions at least prevented them from losing too quickly.

Edward: Just thinking about the expressions on their faces makes me want to laugh.

And so, they decided to hold the next five-nation conference in the capital of the El Empire.