Vast quantities of resources were continuously transported to the Divine Descendant Star Region.
Huge numbers of low-ranking cannon fodder legions and slave creature corps were also continually sent to this large starfield battlefield.
As the number of Dominators embroiled in the melee across this vast starfield was about to reach six,
and the total number of troops fielded by both civilizations was about to surpass ten billion,
the Divine Descendant World would undoubtedly become another major theater in the sprawling battlefield between the Galente Federation and Wizard Civilization!
There were already four such major theaters across the current Civilization Battlefield.
The escalation from a local theater to a major theater
was not something that could be brought about by any one person or event.
It was the result of both civilizations pushing forward together, interwoven with many uncontrollable factors.
When Saine, a fifth-level combatant and merely a grain of sand amid the surging tide of this colossal war, was swept into it,
he did not know whether he should feel fortunate that he had come and borne witness,
or fearful and uneasy, unable to control his own fate.
Yet compared to the other, even more insignificant lifeforms in this vast war, Saine was already fortunate and powerful enough.
At the very least, he could control part of his own destiny.
Those lifeforms weaker than him, or lacking his power and backing, could only drift with the current.
For the period that followed, the war in the Divine Descendant Star Region proceeded much more smoothly, at least in Saine's eyes.
Even Marduk had fled back to his Mother Plane. The other ordinary gods and weak pantheons had even less desire to resist.
Of the three planes Gongsun Wudi had assigned Saine to attack, he led his forces into each of