War, in the history of humanity, was a word of enormous weight.
Generally speaking, aside from a very small number of wars, most wars were decided by a group of politicians and one politician in the lead, who chose to send another group of farmers' sons thousands of miles away to kill people. As for whether they came back or not, that had nothing to do with them.
As long as there was profit to be had, they did not care about much else.
But the war now was different. What I mean is, this was actually different from war in the conventional sense, where each side competed over whose cannons were bigger and whose blades were sharper.
Because this was a god war.
Golden light flashed, dazzling beyond compare, beautiful enough, even, to be called lovely. Beneath the dim starry sky where the constellations hung low, the sight seemed so beautiful, so utterly enchanting. But in nature, the more beautiful a creature was, the more dangerous it often tended to be.
These lights were no exception.
With only a fleeting flash, they destroyed dozens of enormous humanoid beings in an instant.
After death, they shattered into millions upon millions of crystalline fragments. Were it not for the special nature of this starry sky, those fragments would have polluted the humans on many planets after breaking apart, causing them to spontaneously form a sect that worshiped Eternal Heaven.
Then, the power of faith they gathered would have fed back and brought even more Angels. What happened after that needed no further explanation.
In fact, if not for a god standing here, the pollution and brainwashing carried by the halos above their heads would have brainwashed everyone who saw them the instant they appeared.
The god thought silently that they were