People caught up in battle often felt as though each day lasted a year. Every minute and second demanded countless thoughts, entangled with death and destiny, making time crawl.
But those watching the war from outside were different. Like watching a war blockbuster, time flew by amid joy and excitement.
From Su Ming's experience, humans in most universes were bloodthirsty. They might not dare kill someone themselves, but for the temptation of sensory stimulation, most were quite willing to watch others do it.
Still, lying atop the clouds, whether looking at the universe or the ground below, one could see only the broader picture. Lives became nothing more than a string of numbers.
The fleet battle ended quickly as time passed. The Sister had finished eating and was drinking Da Li Soda with Deathstroke. She had never eaten an orange before, and over the past few days, she had grown very fond of soda. After all, the planet Ophelia, where her convent stood, was a barren world of red earth.
"Orbital bombardment is about to begin, right?"
She watched as the river of stars in the sky gradually dimmed, which meant the battle above had ended.
"According to the plan, my fleet will begin bombardment and drive portions of every nearby force here, triggering a massive melee." Su Ming nodded, slowly turning the soda bottle in his hand. "But if Dorn could talk to Old Wolf and the Grand Master, it would be better to have the Space Marine fleets handle the bombardment. That would save me some energy and ammunition."
Efferal showed a helpless expression. Space Marines and the Imperial Navy usually conserved ammunition so they could inflict greater casualties in the battles ahead, but Deathstroke sounded more like he was trying to save money.
Still, regardless of that,