"Uh, did I get transported again?!"
When Lu PingAn had just emerged from some secret realm, saw the burning sky to the north, and heard explosions and cannon fire in the air, he wondered if he had spent too much time in the "otherworld."
"What happened?"
More than one battlefield was blazing, and the closest one was probably only seven or eight kilometers away.
Given Lu PingAn's speed, he could get there with a single burst of acceleration. Yet he had a subtle feeling that something was off. The air here was full of the scent of flames and hatred—the true taste of war.
Battlefield Intuition, one of the two major skills of Lu PingAn's "Soldier" class, had fully activated. It told him that the entire region was filled with places where life and death were being painfully tested, with new possibilities of death constantly emerging.
As a genuine sixth-rank soldier, he should have long become a legendary transcendent Battlefield Commander. He could immediately sense the battlefield spaces that brought death.
"What exactly is going on?"
Lu PingAn was somewhat baffled, but the next moment, he vanished into the snow.
Something in the sky seemed to be watching him.
More than ten minutes later, through the mercenary "tongue" he had just gotten his hands on, Lu PingAn more or less understood everything.
"Foreign invaders and the local military are fighting over a God's Relic?!"
Though he could not understand why it was happening now, it also seemed perfectly normal. Small- to medium-scale wars over "resources," "treasures," and "politics" happened often enough. They simply did not usually make the news.
Especially on this timeline, in an era where modern weapons lacked sufficient power while individual combat strength was exceptional, throwing down was practically an everyday occurrence.
It was just that this