Development took time. The vulnerable period after the front line had just been established passed easily, and Mercury 42 gradually became a fortress world on the front line.
Lu PingAn's forces had even overflowed enough to begin taking over other Plane Gates.
"Will we win?" The war kept escalating, yet the frequency of gods falling had decreased. Fewer and fewer Eight-Clawed gods dared cross the planes to enter.
However, the deaths of those subordinate gods still could not alter the balance of power between the two sides.
"Of course we'll win. But exactly when... that's hard to say."
The silver fortress repelled another incoming tide. It was said that a demigod had been slain this time, but Lu PingAn did not even personally inspect the battle report.
The war against the Eight-Clawed faction was destined to be endless. Such an expansionist World's Will, while gaining eternal existence, was also fated to wage eternal erosion and war.
"Ten years, a hundred years. Perhaps that would only be a fraction of it."
Lu PingAn sighed. The more he understood the form of existence of God Above Gods, the more clearly he realized that this was destined to be an excessively long war. His own evolution during that process would likewise be exceedingly prolonged.
"There's no rushing it. I should focus on my own work first."
When one was busy, time often passed quickly.
The emergence of vast numbers of plants and islands genuinely improved Mercury 42's environment.
The Fishmen, the Long-Hand Tribe, and other local races all gained new living spaces. Even though many new intelligent races had already appeared there, that was still a good thing for them.
After all, if they had a choice, even semi-aquatic races did not like living damp primitive lives every day.
"...Another one has ignited