This True God Was Far Too Approachable

Roar!

A howl filled with fury and unwillingness echoed through the Astral Rift, then abruptly cut off.

The Astral Rift closed.

Anse was slightly disappointed. He had hoped the Astral Rift would remain open a little longer and allow more Otherworld Dragons through.

But he also knew that forcibly holding the Astral Rift open for so long was already an extraordinary feat.

Dragons were no ordinary creatures. Each possessed immense individual strength, and more than two hundred dragons would have been an unshakable force in any world.

If Anse, the Simulacrum, and Sere... had not been here today, the United Fleet's three thousand men would never have held out.

Regia could not quickly defeat any War Dragon, while Elana excelled at prolonged battles. She had more than enough ability to protect herself, but lacked destructive power.

The High Arcane Society had also been badly depleted, their spirits low.

If the battle had truly continued to the end, the United Fleet would inevitably have suffered a crushing defeat and retreated to Dragon Island.

It all benefited me instead.

Even the weakest Otherworld Dragons were worth twenty to thirty thousand Combat Experience. Stronger ones were worth nearly a hundred thousand, while War Dragons started at two to three hundred thousand Combat Experience.

Anse alone had killed three-quarters of them. Including Simulacrum No. 2's gains, they had harvested over ten million Combat Experience in total.

And those corpses!

He swept his gaze across the battlefield. By now, everyone had recovered their senses and, under the command of captains and leaders, begun salvaging and transporting the dragon corpses.

The main force consisted of Dragon Island's Metallic Dragons and the High Arcane Society's spellcasters. Ordinary Warriors simply could not drag creatures of such enormous size.

Simulacrum No. 2 moved even more efficiently, directly using the