A burly commander barely managed to straighten his body.
He looked at the engineering robots standing silently all around him, blue points of light flickering in their eye areas, and felt his throat go dry.
"What exactly does this Eastern god want to do?"
No one could answer him.
Just then, the gigantic ring-shaped metal device in the center of the square suddenly lit up.
Buzz—
A deep operating hum rang out, and the center of the device projected a massive blue screen of light upward.
Countless streams of data flashed rapidly across the screen before finally converging into a clear female face.
It was Season Star.
She looked down upon all the tiny figures in the square.
"You must have many questions."
Her voice resonated through some unknown mechanism and rang directly in everyone's minds.
The voice was calm and blunt, as though she were reading out factory settings instructions.
"Your god is dead, your city is destroyed, and your faith has been proven to be a scam."
A wave of muffled sobs rose from the square.
Season Star remained unmoved and continued speaking.
"From this moment onward, this city, as well as the entire Western European War Zone, belongs to me."
A stir ran through the crowd.
The color drained from the commander's face. His lips trembled, but he could not utter a single word.
There was no humiliation or boasting in her words, only a cold statement of fact.
And that fact was more despairing than any taunt.
"Now, let's talk about you." Season Star's virtual face swept over every person below.
"I rebuilt this city, but that doesn't mean you can move in and live here without a care."
"This is not a shelter, much less a charity hall."
"This city—my Divine Kingdom—is called Tianshu. It