The other side was very strong, at least Mithril Rank.
Holy Spirit Rank was unlikely, though it was not impossible that the previous wave had only been an extremely tiny fraction of their power.
To Ye Qian, this spacetime was extremely important. It was a key source of population, and the expansion into the War World relied on vast numbers of people being deployed from here. So far, only a million people had been sent over in total: five hundred thousand laborers and five hundred thousand soldiers. Even that scale was merely the beginning of the plan.
After thinking it over, she decided to use A11.
If nothing else, at least she looked exceptionally holy. Her holiness far surpassed that Knight's.
Ye Qian felt that any man with normal tastes would instantly feel his heart stir upon seeing Miss A11, as though he were facing a sacred female Knight steeped in religious aura.
Only someone like that could engage in a somewhat equal exchange of glances.
So, in the next moment, Ye Qian sent her over.
A medieval world.
The Black-Armored Knight had already left the town and arrived at another, larger settlement.
But this place was nothing but ruins, utterly dilapidated.
There were still some magnificent buildings with an artistic air in the middle, but most had now collapsed and been destroyed. Giant white pillars and stone slabs covered in all manner of mysterious patterns seemed to recount a memory steeped in mystery.
The man walked up to a ruin and reached out to touch the mural before him.
"It seems it isn't entirely beyond saving."
Clearly, he was somewhat satisfied with this world's civilization.
Just as he continued forward, a trace of pressure made him instinctively turn his gaze to his right.
On the other side of