Scorched Earth

Ryan felt that, as a worthy descendant of Yan and Huang, the [fear of insufficient firepower] engraved in his DNA was probably incurable.

Spotted an enemy?

Blast it with artillery!

The bigger the payload, the better!

Back when he played games, he'd bring out everything from 240mm mortars to 500kg glide bombs to 3,000kg building-demolition bombs.

After he'd "saved" a fragment of Archimedes' soul and gained the power to unleash divine sunbeam strikes from the sky—no, from synchronous orbit around a planet—how could anyone expect Ryan not to use it?

Just going pew-pew-pew by himself wasn't satisfying enough. What was the point of having this power at his fingertips if he couldn't share it?

Of course he'd bring his underlings along for the fun!

He had the Magic Network Goddess to thank for setting an example for the gods back in the day. Angels of the various factions weren't entirely unfamiliar with the [Physical Network], a new magic network developed by Ryan, God of the Outer Realm, on the basis of the Magic Net.

At least, it worked in much the same way.

The angels didn't worship physics, after all. They couldn't tell the difference between the Magic Net and the Physical Network.

An archangel under Ishtar gestured to the battle angels under her command. They immediately spread out, forming a protective ring around their commander.

Doing two things at once—or even a hundred—was a privilege reserved for the gods.

It was like how, before Ryan crossed over, people weren't allowed to talk on the phone while driving: a phone call could seriously distract a driver.

The same was true for most archangels.

Of course, their use of the [Physical Network] was limited to receiving ordinary external notifications. They had no user privileges.

She let her attention wander for a