Divine War

Somewhere in the Spirit Realm.

A war of immense scale was erupting here.

On the ground, elite soldiers fought with all their might. Human and foreign-race soldiers alike wore neat suits of armor, formed dense battle formations, and fought their enemies to the death in blood-soaked combat.

On this battlefield, even the weakest soldiers were Black Iron rank. Every moment, hundreds of soldiers died in the bloody fighting.

Silver-rank elite soldiers were not uncommon on this battlefield either. At least several hundred thousand soldiers of that level were locked in bloody battle.

Some of these soldiers were human, but more were subordinate foreign-race soldiers. They all served the same powerful existence.

Opposing them was an army of clerics.

The eyes of these humans who believed in gods held nothing but fanatical devotion. They did not fear death, because they knew death was not the end.

On the contrary, after dying in battle for living beings, they would have the honor of entering the divine kingdom of that great existence.

This was a great war involving nearly two million combatants.

The battlefield stretched for hundreds of miles, with unit after unit interlocking like dogs' teeth.

Frontal assaults, flanking raids, the powerful charges of cavalry, divine spell strikes from priests, and war magic from mages.

Both sides were elite forces, and the casualty rate was astonishingly high.

Every scheme and stratagem, every military art and tactic, lost its proper effect on such a ferocious battlefield.

The commanders on both sides were exceedingly experienced, and no change on the battlefield could escape their notice.

On a battlefield like this, there was no room for any flashy tricks. Victory could only be won through hard strength, elite soldiers, and numbers.

Naturally, such a vast battlefield was not confined to the ground.

An even fiercer