Comrades!

How to pinpoint the location of Griffin's command post?

How can we determine the location of high-value areas that Council the focus of the military's defense efforts?

Intelligence gathering, cross-analysis, integration and summarization.

This is what's happening in the White Mist World.

The Council soldiers who had previously surrendered, the soldiers who had surrendered repeatedly during the war, the soldiers who regained their senses after being captured... faced with the irrefutable facts, they painfully admitted that Griffin Williams had completely betrayed the country and the soldiers and civilians who were loyal to him.

And they are willing to do their best to rectify this mistake.

Who is your boss?

"Which general do you know who is qualified to participate in the Joint Chiefs of Staff of Staff?"

"Can you name a few of this general's trusted subordinates?"

Starting with the lowest-ranking soldiers, the intelligence was targeted at officers with certain intelligence value, and such information was compiled and consulted with higher-ranking officers who had defected... layer by layer.

Based on the personnel list they provided, the message was relayed to the powerful figures of various nations who had already infiltrated the battlefield. The order was given to these elite units, who possessed exceptional individual combat skills and could play a maximum role in the chaotic battlefield, to accurately capture high-value targets, and then conduct further negotiations, questioning, and analysis.

Officers' meetings, troop movements, logistics coordination, military discipline management... For a large army to operate normally, it must rely on the combined efforts of various departments. This means that the daily interactions and interpersonal relationships among soldiers form a complex and vast network, with each part permeating and interconnecting the others.

By grasping a few key nodes, one can sketch out the outline of the top layer.

The balance of time shifted again. At this moment, the flow of time in the White Mist World was the same as that on Earth, giving it six times the time leeway. The intelligence department did its best to obtain as much information as possible from the surrendered soldiers of the Council.

The logistics officer in charge of military supplies.

Advisory documents for drafting official documents.

Military police officers patrolling the front lines.

Without needing high-ranking officers, the Council's military formation—which areas were heavily fortified, which concealed fortifications required supplies and provisions beyond common sense, and which war zones did not require military police patrols or intelligence secrecy.

The conclusion has been reached.

Kang De raised his left arm, and the personal terminal on his arm armor projected a screen displaying battlefield images. Three highlighted areas were marked at three locations in the Council headquarters. At the same time, aerial reconnaissance also revealed clues.

--After an invisible evil force unfolded and turned the Council's army into crazed puppets, the enemy forces across the entire front went berserk and raging like mad dogs, except for these few areas which remained relatively quiet.

Perhaps that's enough to prove something.

Your troops are awaiting orders.

Horus's voice rang in his ears. Kang De stood on his throne, the sky high and the wind strong. He looked at the starry sky, the intertwining of elemental forces, and the long-range rockets that soared into the sky like a meteor shower. The battle line advanced, the two sides were like ice and fire, with a clear boundary. Every second, lives were lost.

War.

An evil war.

Ugly, filthy, putrid, the most terrifying thing created by intelligent beings.

He saw sons, fathers, husbands, the innocent and the cunning, the kind and the selfish, the cowardly and the brave, the selfless and the ambitious... all kinds of people, all sorts of people, not so pure people.

Driven by the cold-blooded rage of some higher will, all of them are burning their lives so far and their futures, which once held infinite possibilities, as they fight against complete strangers.

He can see the cries of vibrant life, and he can also see the bones of those who have long since died.

Who caused the war? Who sent people who could have lived peaceful lives to the battlefield?

What can one gain by fighting with one's life on the line, amidst fear and terror?

What did we gain in return for others?

"Father," Horus urged, "We are ready for battle."

Kang De closed his eyes, then opened them a moment later.

"Stay on standby!"

Because...

"--I haven't even reached the front lines yet!"

I will not hesitate, I will not back down, and I will not regret it.

But I want to feel more at ease.

The warships advanced, their cannons roaring, their massive hulls towering like mountains, braving the onslaught of magical attacks as they sailed toward the forefront of the battle line, while the assault troops stationed along the way looked up at the summit.

Someone lifted up the purple sun, summoned the Milky Way, and withstood the fierce winds, winter snow, and blazing lightning.

He shone like a torch, illuminating the dim sky. He stood at the highest point, not because he liked to be high above and look down on living beings, but because... it was the place closest to the enemy and the attack!

"Kang De in power!"

The soldier, his face charred black from the explosion of the fiery crystal, leaned against the armored vehicle, trembling as he watched the rumbling steel army pass by in the distance, feeling his blood boiling.

He stared wide-eyed and shouted, "I am willing to follow you for all eternity!"

Amidst the deafening roar of cannons and the cheers of soldiers along the way, his voice wasn't particularly loud. Looking up from the ground, with the sky ablaze with light, he couldn't make out the true appearance of the figure standing at the highest point... But at that moment, a sudden realization struck him, and his heart skipped a beat. He clearly saw that person looking down at him.

This is not a hallucination; it actually happened.

Because he heard the words of the ruling party.

"No."

The voice wasn't as majestic and noble as I'd imagined; instead, it was one of heartfelt sincerity and gratitude.

"Entrust your trust and loyalty to me before victory."

"After victory, give your love and sincerity to the world."

The young soldier stared wide-eyed. He couldn't understand these words now, but that didn't stop him from realizing in the distant future the responsibility he bore, and the cause that was even greater and more magnificent than defeating the Star Palace and driving out the invaders. Nor did it stop him from shouting "Long live the leader he is loyal to!"

The steely winds of war swept over the anxiety of death and fear, and the cold yet passionate machinery advanced the battle line.

Behind this moving battle line, holy pillars were deployed, PRISM were suspended in the air, and the new army that entered the battlefield controlled nodes and monitored the battlefield. Cheers erupted on the front lines, and morale soared from steady to frenzied.

We eagerly await it.

Until the silver hull of the Astolfo Kang De, a symbol of power and influence of the Distant Harbor, crossed the battlefield and stood majestically in battle, until Marshal Horus's report resounded throughout the entire battlefield channel.

"Kang De, the governor of the Distant Harbor, has arrived at the front lines of the war!"

Before them lay half of the Council's territory, where puppets, their eyes gleaming with green light, charged out with shouts.

Brave soldiers.

A pitiful victim.

Glory.

Pitiful.

Their identities and definitions are intertwined.

Even on Earth, throughout history, armies have generally not been sacred or great groups, but rather violent organizations that create endless killing, suffering, destruction, and annihilation. The reason why the China hold romanticized views and identifications with the military is simply because this nation possesses a saintly army, which people take for granted, unaware that in the entire history of Civilization, this is merely a one-in-a-million anomaly.

In most cases, the military is a killing machine that outputs violence and creates destruction, but these messengers of destruction are nothing more than ordinary people controlled and seduced by a small group of people.

Before being manipulated by the God of the Star Palace, these Council soldiers were nothing more than creating killings and wars for the benefit of a few, and were rewarded with some scraps of soup... nothing more.

--What I need to defeat is not just these.

--What I want to change is not just this.

--What I want to save is not just this group.

War, armies—I hope that the brave who risk their lives and their future will fight only to protect, not to plunder, and never to shed blood for the interests of a small group of people or a single class...

Just like today.

Just like today!

"Soldiers--"

Perhaps because he was standing too high, or perhaps because he was personally manipulating the Phase Gate and the Council's strategic spell battlegrounds, Kang De's voice was initially somewhat hoarse.

He wanted to tell the soldiers the significance of this battle, to tell them his expectations and hopes, to tell them why they were fighting, and to tell them that they should use the weapons in their hands to fight for what was truly worth fighting for... He had so many words to say.

He even thought of the Parrot, of Li Manyue, and of the first battle between the previous Fire Thief and the Star Palace many years ago, of the stunning and awe- Mortal World figure of the Cathay warrior that Malegith still remembers vividly.

Did she also have doubts and hesitations during her first battle with this legendary enemy? And did the Fire Thief of those eras before her, those beings who fought but ultimately failed, also harbor beautiful visions and lofty ideals during their glorious moments of fierce struggle?

All those thoughts and fantasies vanished in the cheers amidst the strong wind.

All my thoughts and feelings were condensed into short, hurried sentences.

He changed his previous statement.

Comrades--

Such a title alone transforms language into swords, resounding and powerful.

"Follow me on the offensive!"

Like a calm sea suddenly erupting into raging waves, the Astolfo sounded a stirring bugle call, the violent impact transmitting through the communication channels like a mountain collapsing or the earth shaking!

"Kang De takes the lead!"

In the command channel, Horus's machine spirit roared, "All troops, charge!"

Each combat unit updates its military missions, new war objectives are marked on the combat panel, engines roar, soldiers shout, artillery fire booms, and a surging tide of power stirs up waves of iron and fire, crashing down on the enemy ranks with Council!

The captain of the Extraordinary Destiny pressed the control panel: "Command transmission, instruction verification complete, Doomsday Blade Protocol authorized... Corona Cannon strike ready, coordinates input, release restraints—Draw the Holy Sword!"

The sun shone brightly, its brilliance dazzling. All the colors of the Mortal World were once again stolen away by the surging light. The indestructible Doomsday Blade swept past the Distant Harbor Army and slashed down towards the Council's position.

A pure stream of high-energy elements crashed down, first silently dissolving everything, then igniting the materials and causing an explosion. The earth-shattering explosion lifted up a huge layer of soil, and invisible shockwaves spread wildly in all directions!

"Target destroyed! Repeat, target destroyed. Warning: The abnormal status of the Council forces has not been resolved, and the value of the destroyed facility has not been determined... Corona Cannon charging!"

"Then let's take down the remaining two routes!"

Kang De reached out and pointed to the sky. A massive Phase Gate expanded outwards, revealing a desolate universe beyond the portal, a vast expanse of darkness with only a few twinkling stars. A terrifying suction force pulled like a storm, sweeping away all the thunderclouds, spears of light, and rain of fire projected from the Council's spell array.

One of the High Commander Protocol Strikes: Super-Phase Cosmic Vacuum Suction!

With a death wish and various vicious schemes, the Council of the Distant Harbor. However, they were all pulled into the air by this irresistible true force and were swept into a world where they were doomed to die.

Kang De, with a heart of stone, manipulated the vacuum suction to propel it forward like a storm, clearing the way ahead.

"Valentan Guards, Black Tortoise Power Armor, deploy!"

The Valentan Guards, equipped with super-heavy power armor, took up advantageous terrain and sat down on the spot. The massive power armor unfolded like a cockpit, surrounding the guards. The twelve-barreled Vulcan cannons clanged open, transforming into quadruple-mounted three-barreled machine guns. The alchemical mechanical dogs that were deployed activated their cooling cores and connected to the fixed turrets.

In addition to the twelve-barreled Vulcan cannon, the heavy light spear gun and grenade storm were deployed and in position.

"Long-range rifle platforms have been deployed; area on alert!"

The heavy cavalry of the 2nd Regiment of the Greenskin Musket Corps charged ahead, driving their Crusher road rollers.

The subsequent armored assault cores surged forward along the path they had broken through, while mechanized magic units and power armor infantry were deployed on both sides of the assault route to hold off the Council troops.

"Requesting the Sunlight Drone Protocol!"

"Request approved, war points deducted--"

Small swarms of drones, like swifts, pierced through the dense air defense network, reached the airspace above the fire control point, turned their engines, accelerated their descent, and suddenly exploded.

Waves of fire surged and crashed down, destroying one small magical stronghold after another.

"Requesting support from the Dragon Aviation platform!"

"Aerospace combat units have been dispatched."

The proud dragons swooped down, flying low, their dragon flames spraying fiercely along the trenches. The twin rocket launchers on their shoulders swept the ground with fire. Under the cover of air-ground warfare, the armored assault force charged and surged forward, finally reaching the target location. The turrets turned, and the mage vehicles deployed!

Amidst the desperate interference of the surrounding Council soldiers, artillery fire roared and volleyed down!

The explosion ripped up the soil and the magic crumbled the defenses, but this place had been reinforced layer by layer and tempered a thousand times, so it could not be destroyed in a short time. The orcs started the Crusher and dug frantically. The magic-reinforced fortifications gradually broke apart, revealing the tip of the iceberg, which was the rumbling magic mechanism in operation.

But the energy shield deployed immediately.

The surrounding Council soldiers launched a continuous counterattack, and the assault forces were firing wildly at the target. Armored force commander Mei Xizhu heard the instructions on the communication channel, and he suddenly realized what was happening and shouted the order.

The Crusher turned, and the Mage Tanks and Main Battle Tanks changed positions to suppress the surrounding Council soldiers. In the cleared battlefield and the best firing positions, one after another strangely shaped tanks rumbled forward, their distinctive turrets unfolding their cover to reveal mirror-like firing mechanisms and special ammunition loading.

A miniature Phase Gate opens, a one-time confinement munition is activated, and it prepares to absorb the energy of a star.

"Prism Tank - Fire a salvo!"