Time flowed on, and twenty-seven years passed.
Twenty-seven years was nothing in a vast War of Civilization. Even wars between small worlds could easily last decades, let alone a mere twenty-seven years—and their opponent was the Abyss, a civilization renowned for its stubbornness and spreading contamination.
Yet there was no disputing that ever since the Demon-Hunting Expedition wizard legions had entered the fray, the tides of war had shifted sharply. The Council Alliance now held an absolute offensive advantage. Though many Abyssal Devil Ancestors had not appeared to join the war as they once had, the reason could not be separated from the effective deterrence that the combination of the Fate Lever and Stellar Orbital Cannon posed to the Abyssal Devil Race.
As for the Devil Ancestor consciousness that had briefly appeared at the Seven Races Council, intelligence gathered from other Abyss Battlefields pointed to one thing: one of the three legendary progenitors of the Abyssal Devil Race, the One-Eyed World-Cleaving Ancestor!
Within the core space of Eternal Sky City.
Because the Abyssal Devil Race had not chosen to clash head-on with the wizard legions, the countless wizard legions had spent twenty-seven years steadily gnawing away at Abyss-corrupted territory. Those Sealed Wizards, who had been prepared at every moment for an earth-shattering war before the Demon-Hunting Expedition, could not help seeming somewhat idle now.
"Twenty-seven years! Such an enormous Demon-Hunting Expedition wizard legion, tens of thousands of world battlefields, and aside from those shattered by the Space-Based Planet-Killing Cannon, not a single one has been completely occupied by wizards! Have we been too lenient with these little fellows who grew up in peaceful times? Have they trained too little and completely lost the combat strength Demon-Hunting Wizards ought to possess?"
Five or six Sealed Wizards who knew one another, having