One page after another—each page was a planar dimension.
As their angles shifted, the Card People moved through these page dimensions, launching advantageous attacks against creatures that spanned multiple page dimensions and possessed three-dimensional thickness.
A book had dozens, even hundreds of pages. If these represented the page dimensions of the planar-world Card People, then a three-dimensional creature fighting the Card People in the same space and at the same time might face the assault of tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of Card People!
Then it was no wonder why those peak sovereigns, who appeared incomparably powerful, became as frail as if they could be blown over once surrounded by the Card People Legion, left with nothing but struggling roars.
Calling their legion numbers countless billions upon billions was not an exaggeration in the slightest.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap...
The heavy machine gun in the hands of the Card People mech warrior before Green spat out a blinding serpent of fire. From the perspective of a high-dimensional creature, these mech warriors' attacks were streaks of chaotic source-rune pollution. Yet from the perspective of a low-dimensional creature, those attacks that should have consisted of crisscrossing strokes had become razor-sharp cutting lines, surging toward Green in an attempt to tear apart the paper medium beneath his source runes.
He extended his left hand, and the Truth Book opened. In the form of a two-dimensional Card Person, Green casually wrote a vast number of runes, blocking those chaotic, crisscrossing rune strokes. Then the Truth-Balance Magic Staff became like a sword of light stretching to the ends of the sky. With a gentle sweep from Green, the Card People mech before him was split in two, along with an unknown number of Card People soldiers behind it.
It was an