Humanity had waited far too long for this day.
The initial humiliation, the initial helplessness—at last, it all came pouring out today.
"Boom!"
Countless barrages and War Machines were thrown into this theater, only to be rapidly expended.
Life, at this moment, was perhaps merely the currency of war.
"...Tsk. What a terrible experience."
Black light swirled around Lu PingAn.
He had long since activated his war-type abilities through successive War Declarations. After fighting all the way here, even he had lost count of how many times he had used those war-type abilities.
The defining trait of the death-type was that it could evolve through slaughter and war. Its source was still the lives constantly slipping away.
And the essence of modern warfare—this "exchange of lives"—happened to fit Lu PingAn's Life Transaction with subtle, almost excessive perfection.
He felt a little too full. The simultaneous improvement in both quality and quantity left him somewhat uncomfortable.
It was not merely that countless lives had flowed into Lu PingAn's "prize pool," increasing his strength as a living being. More importantly, his World's Logic, Life Transaction, was repeatedly being validated in another way.
On such a battlefield, there was no fundamental difference between demigods and ordinary people. They were all merely currency for war.
Every extraordinary individual, even a demigod, was only a slightly more powerful chess piece. In Lu PingAn's eyes, a chessboard seemed to appear in the void.
"Is this what the Lover of Chess felt like?"
Lu PingAn recalled the god who had initiated him onto the path of war. It seemed that he, too, now possessed the privilege of interfering in wars.
"Snap!"
The War Game was activated once more.
Some killers began receiving Black Flame enchantments. They could evolve through slaughter and acquire all manner of flame weapons.