The morale throughout the entire Command Center had sunk to an unprecedented low. Even when Xiao Ran had been away and the EU had pressed closer step by step, everyone in the Command Center had still held back a fierce determination as they waited for a chance to strike back. They had been dejected and miserable, but that fighting spirit had never been crushed. Then, Xiao Ran's first victory after returning had unleashed all the endurance they had bottled up, and today they had launched a battle with such overwhelming momentum that they had believed victory was certain.
But this outcome was something no one had expected, something they had never even dared to imagine. It was like a dream: they could only watch helplessly as a single unit descended from the sky and wiped out both the EU and Britannian forces without distinction. It was only one machine. Since when had mighty Britannia become so powerless that it could not even resist a single unit?
That strength was so overwhelming that it left them unable to muster even the thought of resistance. Victory, which had once seemed within reach, had become impossibly distant because of that machine. It shattered the hope they had desired most, and with the power of one person, it overturned their understanding of the world. That was an enemy they could not fight. Nothing had any meaning before such an enemy. Their sharpness was gone, and so was their goal.
Xiao Ran walked to the front of the Command Center, picked up a headset someone had casually tossed onto a table, and lightly tapped it twice. He then brought the microphone to his mouth. The bang-bang sound rang in everyone's ears, immediately drawing all attention to him.
"What's wrong with you? Has one sudden, inexplicable