Amid the wars and bloody slaughter across the entire star cloud, time quietly passed.
In the blink of an eye, thirty thousand years had gone by.
Thirty thousand years!
It did not seem long. To many ancient powers, thirty thousand years were merely the flick of a finger.
Yet thirty thousand years in troubled times could no longer be considered a short period.
It was enough for ultimate trump cards wielding Space-Time Altars to wage war across the entire Star Core!
Throughout those years, the Blazing Flame Nebula had been filled with endless battles and countless beheadings!
Many forces had fought until they were numb and despairing, yet no one dared to stop.
As the war intensified, the entire star cloud had fallen into a War Spiral. Whoever wished to stop would be directly crushed into dust by it.
By this point, everyone's sunk costs had become too great for them to escape.
Even if they withdrew, their allied forces and hostile forces would not believe them and would drag them back into this War Quagmire!
War drums thundered, shattering the void!
Iron hooves trampled past, crushing civilizations!
Corpses piled into mountains, and blood gathered into rivers.
This was destined to become the most monumental war in Blazing Flame Nebula's history!
Perhaps the future would describe this battle as magnificent and sweeping,
but only those who had experienced it understood that every breath carried the scent of gunpowder, and every victory was steeped in the souls of countless fallen comrades.
This should not have been called a magnificent tapestry of war. It should have been called a battle of beasts in the War Era!
Every side had slaughtered until almost no reason remained, leaving only mad, bloodthirsty savagery!
Even the Wolf Pack Civilization, Divine Punishment Cult, and Ice Cold Council