Twenty-Ninth Defense Star Main Base!
Warships carrying the stench of blood flew in from the distance, slowly approaching the Main Base.
The Martial Artists stationed at the Main Base were immediately alerted and looked up at the sky.
"They're back!"
"Is General Mokarun and the others back?"
"I wonder how it went?"
Everyone waited in anticipation, discussing it endlessly below, though unease lingered in their hearts.
This war had been an offensive launched by humanity. Many held pessimistic views, believing they might suffer a disastrous defeat.
Of course, there were also those who advocated war. They believed they should take the initiative rather than passively defend every time. They had been suppressed by the Darkness Breed for too long; it was time to launch a counterattack.
The warships paused in the sky for a moment, seemingly contacting the Main Base's intelligent system to verify their identities before being granted passage.
One by one, the warships entered the Main Base. As they drew nearer, many people could finally see that the vessels were covered in bloodstains and damage left by Primal Force bombardments, a clear indication of how brutal the battle had been.
However, compared to when they had departed, their numbers had not decreased by much.
This meant the losses in this war had not been severe.
Many had already guessed what that meant, and delighted expressions appeared on their faces.
At the landing field, warships descended one after another. A vast procession of Martial Artists stepped out, led by General Mokarun and the others.
"General Mokarun, welcome back in triumph!" Several leading Domain Lord Level generals came forward to greet them.
They had already received the news.
This battle had been a resounding victory!
"Hahaha." The smile on General Mokarun's stern face could not be suppressed as he