Following Benjamin's order, one month later, the Tentacle Tree Civilization's fleet had formed up in the void at the edge of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane's continent. From afar, more than ten thousand silver-gray warships spread out in neat formation, like a forest of steel floating in the dark depths of space.
The freshly painted shield runes on the hulls glimmered with a cold pale-blue light in the void, rising and falling faintly with the flow of energy like layers of breathing scales.
Benjamin had indeed been rather poor lately, so the Tentacle Tree Civilization did not have many new-model warships.
But though their numbers were somewhat smaller, this fleet's combat power was utterly incomparable to what it had once been.
After reverse-engineering and comprehensively upgrading the Godly Armament, the Tentacle Tree Civilization's naval cannons had shrunk by a full size, while their energy density had increased severalfold instead.
Deep within the fleet formation, several clearly larger command ships could occasionally be seen.
And those standing on their bridges were no longer Tentacle Tree Civilization captains, but Black Giant Priests with dark-gold patterns flowing over their skin. There were not many Level 6 Black Giant Priests mixed into the fleet, but every one of them could hold their own on the battlefield.
Plane War had never been a game for servant civilizations to fight alone.
There always had to be someone capable of keeping the situation under control.
Should the opposing plane be hiding some special combat force that earlier scans had failed to detect, or should they need to gather their strength and forcibly tear open a defensive line while the battle was deadlocked, these Black Giant Priests had been prepared specifically for such circumstances.
However, Viola had requested that the surface ecology be preserved intact this time, so the