Lu PingAn had prepared for this moment for a long time.
At a critical point on the battlefield, he sounded the horn.
The charge did not come solely from behind Lu PingAn.
"Everything in this world exists for war."
The once-gentle world had become brutally pragmatic and hideous in Lu PingAn's eyes.
He did not know what this world had gone through, but its blatant utilitarianism—its arrangement of "everything for war"—even disgusted Lu PingAn.
"Raise and breed mortals like cattle and sheep, preserving their 'simplicity' to accelerate production."
"Praise and sing of heroes not for beauty, not even for humanity, but to make cannon fodder unafraid of death."
"Take away knowledge and writing, limit wisdom, and stifle civilization's development. If it's for social stability, then..."
Lu PingAn pondered for a long time before finally shaking his head.
"...A nation that raises people like livestock cannot be called civilized. Even if it endures for a long time, what meaning does that have?"
The multiverse had never lacked zoos, and no world was without parasitic classes. But seeing things taken this far made Lu PingAn deeply uncomfortable.
And in the long run, this was also a waste of combat potential.
The upper limits of intelligent beings tended to rise in spirals. Such artificial restrictions were more like deliberate suppression within a limited range.
"It's like there's a pack of wolves on the other side, so I release a tiger here, terrified that a herd of dinosaurs might appear on my side and a group of divine generals might emerge on theirs."
His words were rather subtle, yet entirely accurate.
The powerful group of Spider Gods before him far surpassed ordinary demigods in strength, but Lu PingAn only found them pitiful.
"They're merely powerful beasts."
They possessed strength and intelligence, yet had been