The spoils of this engagement were staggering. It was to be expected; they hadn't just sent fodder this time. They had dispatched a significant portion of their local elites to lead the resistance and coordinate the Star Weapon's targeting parameters.
Aside from the 20,000,000 coins that flooded into my account, the sheer volume of stat point crystals made me grin even after I had climbed back onto the main deck of the chariot.
Five million stat points. Five million. Who said war was the ultimate source of wealth? Whoever they were, they were goddamn right. In the old world, people spent lifetimes scraping for a fraction of this power. Here, I had harvested it in thirty minutes of high-octane slaughter.
However, unlike what the Jumper expected, the resistance didn't intensify. As we pushed forward, the reinforcement columns we intercepted began to shrink. The next few groups were smaller, more frantic, and lacked the coordinated magic of the previous army.
