"To be honest, I didn't expect it to happen this quickly."
Looking at the neat, fully prepared siege army below the fortress, Lu PingAn sighed.
After his probing attack had failed, he began the standard process of Farming and Expanding Troops. It was not that he could not force a victory, but once the campaign began, his side would not be able to stop.
Their top-tier combat power would be exposed too quickly, their logistical strength would fail to keep up, and a prolonged war would turn into a war of attrition. Defeat and destruction would then only be a matter of time.
The warriors here were indeed chosen ones, astonishingly powerful and extraordinarily enduring, but that did not mean they could wage war without limits. Those who should grow tired would still grow tired, and those who should die would still die.
This world's solution was actually simple and crude. Just employ subordinate gods that enhanced endurance, stamina, and healing.
That everything could be solved through supernatural means was the basic logic of this world where the extraordinary had descended. Yet in this process, gods capable of granting power naturally became the core.
In the end, it was simply a combination of an individual god and a legion.
The gods all worked hard to turn their powers into forms suited for war, displaying them through their legions.
In the end, they clashed head-on to decide who would enter the Pantheon and become one of the so-called immortal heavenly soldiers.
"Perhaps this is the selection outcome this world wants... But since I've entered the game, naturally, we'll play by my rules."
Lu PingAn did not rush to turn his "rules" into power, nor did he, like those Gods of War, hurriedly stake everything at once. Instead, he began steadily developing