Wenren Sheng watched for a while. The two sides were currently in the artillery exchange phase.
Their artillery units were bombarding each other, fighting for firepower superiority on the battlefield.
Whoever crippled the other side's artillery first would gain the advantage in this kind of trench warfare.
From time to time, cannons could be seen being blasted out of their fortifications, debris and human flesh flying into the sky together.
Wenren Sheng could practically smell the blood in the footage.
After watching for a while, he suddenly asked, "When did you start watching this?"
"Just these past couple of days. Didn't a Parrot bring people to pull out Master's dog teeth last time? That Parrot came over and said it had something fun to show me." Little Illusion thought for a moment before answering.
"Dog teeth?" Wenren Sheng was speechless. Sending her to school had indeed thoroughly offended this little fellow.
He had clearly done it for her own good.
But now he understood. It seemed the Sole Supremacy Society had been quite satisfied with their previous deal, and this time they had come prepared.
Even with modern equipment for excavation and construction, a battle on such a scale would take a month to prepare.
They must have been preparing it long ago, simply waiting to fill it with people.
"You can't watch this anymore. There's nothing fun about this stuff." Though Wenren Sheng did not particularly care about the lives and deaths of outsiders, his basic values were still sound.
How was taking pleasure in scenes of warfare any different from those decadent nobles of Ancient Rome? Throwing living people into the arena and taking pleasure in their blood and slaughter—that was the sort of thing barbarians from two thousand years ago did.
"I'm going to watch it anyway.