The opening had lasted less than half an hour, yet within the time-accelerated chessboard, the war between the Present Realm and Hell had already begun.
"Already?"
In the Decision Room, Russell tapped his fingers against the table and sighed softly.
It was hard to understand.
Had the Continuance Institute become a little too aggressive this time?
It was too fast—even faster than expected. Just after the fourth round, both sides had begun clashing and slaughtering each other in the midgame.
Pressing forward step by step.
Aside from East Xia, which had charged ahead first, the decks of the Americas, India, and even the Russian Union had already placed all their key economic buildings along the edge of the battlefield and begun fighting fiercely.
By comparison, the Heavenly Kingdom Lineage, usually so recklessly stubborn, was now huddling behind the battlefield with the Indian Lineage, calmly developing instead of charging in. It was enough to make people drop their jaws.
But Isaac's tactics had been Russell's idea in the first place, so he was not worried. Once they had saved up the Dragon Calling Flute and Anubis, could they not strike wherever they pleased?
Besides, was Huai Shi not still out there?
Leaving that disaster at home would only drag down the economy. Throwing him onto the other side to become a malignant growth was the proper way to use him.
Still, it was the tactics adopted by the Abyss that left Russell somewhat baffled.
It was as though the two sides had completely switched places.
The Ascenders of the Present Realm were charging forward like boars, while the Rulers of the Abyss had instead begun advancing steadily and methodically?
Had they picked up the wrong reality show script?
"It really makes no sense."
Russell turned back to look at Black Bird