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Another week later, on Noah’s Ark, the long-prepared rebellion by the rebel army began.

It started with a strike, then escalated into a parade, and soon after, it was unclear which side fired the first shot. The conflict had thus begun and eventually evolved into a war that swept across the entire Noah’s Ark.

The overwhelming number of lower-class commoners started to charge at the second level where the elites lived and the third level where the nobility resided, taking advantage of their sheer numbers.

However, the long-standing nobles were not easily defeated. Despite their smaller numbers, the professionally trained soldiers and the most advanced weaponry made these noble guards incredibly formidable, often allowing one guard to fight three or four, or even more, commoner rebels.

For a while, both sides exchanged blows with an evenly matched struggle. The second level became the main battlefield, and the situation reached a stalemate. Under such circumstances, it was unlikely that a victor would emerge in a short time.

In the center of the third level, in the Central Grand Hall, the Angels stood high, overlooking the battlefield below.

They were indifferent to the scene of corpses scattered and rivers of blood flowing through the battleground, seemingly accustomed to such sights.

Many Angels even held tea parties while watching the battle unfold, occasionally commenting on the ongoing war.

“I think the commoners can win. Their numerical advantage is too great. If this stalemate continues, the nobles won’t be able to hold on much longer.”

“I believe the nobles have a better chance of winning. Professional soldiers are on a completely different level compared to these worker and farmer rebels. Mere numerical superiority is useless; war requires professionals.”

“That’s nonsense. War is about logistics.

You need to understand, most of the Ark’s granaries and factories are in the Lower City Zone, and that area is now in the hands of the rebels.

They truly have the resource advantage. This war won’t last more than a couple of months before the noble army runs out of supplies. ”

“The rebel army also needs to last those two months. Look at the damage ratio on both sides. If this pace continues, the rebels will be wiped out before the noble army runs out of food.”

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Thus, while seated in the highest church in the Upper City Zone, the Angels leisurely enjoyed their food while discussing the potential outcome of the battle with their acquaintances.

On one side lay the blood-soaked battlefield, akin to a meat grinder, while on the other side, the “deities” enjoyed a high-society tea party. The irony was palpable.

However, the Angels were used to such scenarios and hardly gave it a second thought.

In heaven, War Chess was very popular, and the highest level of War Chess involved using sentient beings as actual chess pieces in real wars. There were indeed many hardcore players like this in heaven.

Compared to the grand scenes where the big shots in heaven would use entire worlds as their battlegrounds for real duels, the war on the Ark seemed rather petty. To the Angels, it wasn’t even worthy of being called a war; at best, it was just two groups of ants fighting over territory.

But now, in this god-forsaken small world devoid of anything remarkable, having something to watch was good enough. There was no point in being picky.

As a War Angel and an ardent fan of military strategy games, Michael was keenly observing the battlefield, seriously analyzing the situation of both sides in her mind.

While analyzing, she remembered the big shot beside her and turned to look at the Pure White Angel.

“Your Excellency, what do you think of the situation? Who do you think will win?”

Miss Seraph asked.

After all, the superior beside her was the Demon Web War God. Despite being a member of the Guigu Zhuge Faction herself, Michael still held a sense of awe and respect for this Fate Revelation big shot.

“Naturally, the rebel army.”

The Pure White Angel’s eyes, which were like gold, reflected the entire situation on the battlefield. She had easily foreseen the future outcome of the war in a few months.

Moreover, while other Angels might not know, she was acutely aware that the leader of the rebel army was her personally trained disciple. If they couldn’t even win such a minor battle, Noah’s homework assignments would need to be drastically increased.

However, given that Noah was her disciple, their tactical style should be similar to hers. But now, observing the traces of troop movements on the battlefield…

The Pure White Angel slightly furrowed her brows.

There seemed to be something amiss. Why had Noah’s tactical style suddenly changed so drastically, and why did it increasingly resemble that of the Young Lady?

Sophia felt a bit puzzled.

Previously, Noah’s tactical style was quite similar to hers, always meticulously gathering information on the opposition and striking with precision to guarantee success on the first move.

But now, Noah’s tactics had become much more impulsive, or more bluntly, more reckless.

However, it was not mindless recklessness, but recklessness born out of extreme confidence in one’s own strength.

The Young Lady’s tactical style was exactly like this. She couldn’t care less about enemy information, their strengths, or weaknesses. Instead of spending time investigating, she preferred to thoroughly enhance her own capabilities.