The icy battlefield was a frigid hell from another world. Those trapped within it seemed to have no way out.
The flames of life collided, while Lu PingAn's avatar held the front.
The King of Black Flame, master of the Burning Legion, sat high upon his throne, yet he showed pity for the warriors under his command.
He would ensure that most lives survived, that they always retained one life.
Across from him, the elvenly beautiful goddess smiled and danced. As a Dancer, she bestowed blessings upon the victors while showing her own "currency" merciless care before death.
At the very least, warriors "encouraged" by her often danced themselves to death in joy.
"What hypocritical, arrogant false compassion."
The Goddess of the Forest danced like an elf as she maliciously cursed Lu PingAn.
"You pretend to grant them the right to Rebirth, yet you make their souls bear debts forever. They are destined to collapse in agony beneath endlessly growing debts."
"Ah, why are you like certain countries, opening your mouth only to slander people with debt-trap accusations? Things are running under normal business practices on my side, with logistics and social security fully covered. They are destined to grow stronger and richer, while those you have bewitched are fated to lose everything in their frenzy."
Yes, the Black Fire King, demonic in appearance, commanded Burning Warriors who burned ever more fiercely, while the beautiful Maiden of the Forest cruelly treated lives as expendable ammunition.
After that brief, dazzling eruption, the value of those lives was utterly squandered. In Lu PingAn's eyes, simply "igniting them for a one-time burst" was itself the greatest waste of lives with limitless potential.
The slaughter intensified, and the World's Logic of both sides continued testing one another.
They were different—truly different.
New life born