When one woman and two men appeared before the four members of the Impact Legion who had stayed behind in the Burning Legion, their necks fitted with explosive collars and their hands and feet bound by electromagnetic shackles, Peg and the other three could hardly believe their eyes. What was this? Where were they? Who were they?
The four wore identical expressions, staring blankly and dazedly at the three newcomers. The three who had just arrived in the Burning Legion stared back at them, wide-eyed. You looked at me, and I looked at you.
As for the three newcomers, their faces held even more confusion and helplessness. Even they did not know how the plan to perfectly cooperate with Nifaline—a plan to wipe out the enemy in one stroke, a deterrence and coercion plan, a rescue plan—had ultimately turned into this. Now, all surviving members of the Impact Legion had become prisoners of the Overlord Legion and the Burning Legion. They had already received the mission failure notification. They had been completely wiped out in one fell swoop.
"Oh, dear lord." The bearded man rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then slapped his cheeks hard. Looking at the three, he said, "How did you get captured too? Didn't we tell you not to show yourselves again? Now look at us. We've all been swept up together. Our lives are entirely in someone else's hands."
"Ah." Three perfectly synchronized sighs rang out. The woman's slightly hoarse voice carried an expression and tone that said she could not believe it either, that she was helpless too, that she did not know why. "We don't know either. We had clearly made a plan with Nifaline and prepared so many Moonlight Cannons. We were just waiting for Nifaline's order to begin the attack. We waited