Benjamin stood beneath the grayish-yellow sky of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.
A sulfur storm swept across the land, carrying scorching ash and the burnt stench of molten metal.
Below his feet lay a steel graveyard being dismantled.
Countless Black Giants moved back and forth like a colony of efficient worker ants, following the Black Giant Priests' commands as they gradually took apart the warships frozen in time.
The enormous hulls were cut into several sections. Armor plates that had lost their energy cores slowly fell from midair, yet made not the slightest sound upon touching the ground under the effects of frozen time.
Benjamin silently watched it all.
Looking at the outcome he had created with his own hands, Benjamin—who could be said to be leading a plane war for the first time—suddenly muttered:
"So that's how it is..."
At last, he understood something.
Why Wizard Civilization could swagger through the Endless Chaotic Void.
Today's war had laid the answer before him.
Wizards were indeed supported by immense power in their ability to range freely through the Endless Chaotic Void.
But when it came to raw strength, setting aside the excessively beyond-the-limit combat power of Level 9 Wizards, the gap in combat power between both sides in the plane wars wizards encountered often was not crushing.
And the reason the wizards could still gain an overwhelming advantage under such circumstances was because...
Every individual wizard was a civilization unto themselves.
Benjamin slowly raised a hand and looked at the power flowing across his palm.
The knowledge of ordinary civilizations was scattered among hundreds of millions of individuals.
When problems arose, they had to hold meetings.
They had to deliberate.
They had to research.
They had to seek approval...
From proposing a technology to deploying it in war, even in a