Lu PingAn finally understood why, when he had been causing trouble in this world before, no top-tier combatants had come looking for him.
"As expected, the greatest use of high-end, impressive 'nuclear weapons' is still pointing them at each other."
After the reckless hotheads who had charged around wildly were cleared out, the other side's Three-Headed Dragon went berserk for two days. The fighting was brutal, but when they calculated the losses afterward, the casualty ratio was actually lower than usual.
This could not be explained by mere "tacit understanding." Once both sides truly took the field, even without deliberately slaughtering the weak, area attacks and venting their anger would cause widespread deaths. As long as high-level combatants entered the battle, massive casualties were inevitable.
"That giant octopus from before was responsible for more than half the losses on the front line."
Simply massacring large numbers of ordinary people had poor practical results. It was tasteless and earned resentment besides. The wise would not do it.
Unless they were truly confident they could crush your front line in one push. That usually meant enormous profits were at stake; otherwise, there was no need to fight so desperately.
"What happened? Why didn't you return through the Courtyard?"
"There wasn't time. I fell into the entrance to that Other World."
While receiving treatment from those around him, the Panda Man wolfed down meat to replenish his vitality and blood. For him, such misfortune was already commonplace. Even after taking his usual stroll past the gates of death, he was not afraid in the slightest.
"..." Lu PingAn fell silent upon hearing that. It was an answer that lay outside his expectations, yet within reason.
Lu Mouren was becoming increasingly certain that, compared to a super soldier, he was more like a mobile