Lu Yan only tried the kite strategy once before getting wrecked.
The enemy's Greater Angels, combined with Prayer, were simply too fast—so fast that his Hero could not escape at all and was instantly killed in a single strike.
This otherworld invasion was going to collapse before it had even reached the halfway point.
"Looks like it's time to reel in the net. Their god is no longer capable of bearing the tasks ahead. It's time to hand those responsibilities over to Civilization itself."
Wenren Sheng watched the process of that nineteenth-century Civilization's conquest of another world, preparing to cross the river and demolish the bridge...
How could that be possible?
Master Wen was a respectable man. He was very particular about how he did things.
That fellow had worked painstakingly for hundreds of thousands of years to create a Civilization like this. Naturally, he would give him some compensation.
With a point of his finger, Lu Yan vanished from that civilized world.
No. 7777 Settlement, Nine Stars District, Eastern Continent. Area 7, Building 7.
"What kind of bullshit plot is this? I was just having a big dream? Impossible! This is all fake, an illusion! I'm still the Civilization Leader!"
"I'm a god! I want to go back!"
"I want to go back!"
"I still have three hundred Greater Angels that haven't been sent over!"
Lu Yan woke up in bed and took quite a while to understand what had happened.
It turned out that the previous evolution of Civilization, his experiences as a Deity—everything had been nothing more than a dream.
It was just like the plots of certain ancient novels, where the protagonist was incomparably awesome, only to wake up in the end and discover that it had all been a dream.
And he had