Wizard Civilization frontline battlefield, Hope Futa Planet.
This was a medium-sized mechanical planet within the Galente Federation, an important source of military equipment and energy for the Federation's surrounding battlefields.
Gloomy skies and countless metal ruins blanketed the entire world.
Amid that desolate atmosphere, scattered Dragon's Roars came from many regions across the planet's battlefield.
The war on Hope Futa Planet had been nearing its end for the past two years.
Because of the planet's coordinates and its exceptionally important role in the starfield battlefield, Wizard Civilization had deployed vast forces to this Plane Battlefield.
The Level-6 Peak Purple Dragon God had led its Purple Dragon Beast Legion here.
The Purple Dragon God had broken through its former realm and entered a new level three hundred years ago.
Faced with the unceasing dangerous wars assigned by Wizard Civilization over thousands of years, it had only two possible endings: to perish silently amid such endless warfare, or to keep breaking through and growing stronger in the hope of living longer.
Although the war on Hope Futa Planet was now nearing its end, the Purple Dragon God itself showed little joy.
It knew that before it and its legion had rested long on this mechanical planet—or even seized a share of the spoils of war—the next war assignment would come one after another.
It simply could not allow itself to rest!
Thinking of this, the Purple Dragon God could not help but sigh.
In truth, the Purple Dragon God had brought Wizard Civilization's treatment upon itself.
It had violated a great taboo of joining the Wizard Alliance—switching allegiance at dusk after pledging it at dawn, repeatedly hopping between the two top powers of the Wizard World.
As a result, it had incurred the hatred of many powerful figures from both major factions.