Uncle Tai had been urgently summoned to Fortress No. 82.
When he arrived above Fortress No. 82, the fighting there had yet to fully cease. The Cleansing Force was clearing out scattered Blade Beasts inside the fortress and making emergency repairs to its breaches.
Looking out through the transport plane's window, he could see an endless expanse of ravaged sand.
Shell craters were artillery's kiss upon the earth, and humanity's powerful counterattack against the Blade Beast Civilization.
The mountain-like piles of Blade Beast corpses were either loaded into containers or incinerated on the spot.
A King-Class Blade Beast corpse, like a mountain of flesh, lay sprawled across the sand. Several General-Class Blade Beast corpses were scattered around it, while large numbers of vehicles encircled the area, cutting up the gigantic creature.
Hmm?
A section below had been covered by smoke grenades, and the thick smoke blocked Uncle Tai's view.
Was there something confidential down there, something they wanted to hide from satellite surveillance?
Uncle Tai's attention was drawn again to the Space Carrier slowly sailing into the distance, his eyes full of admiration.
The Space Carrier represented humanity's current peak in technology and industrial integration. Only Space Fortresses could produce them, and for decades, they had been hailed as Human Civilization's ultimate weapon for launching a counteroffensive against the Blade Beasts.
They were just too expensive, with far too little return for the cost.
The transport plane began its vertical descent, and Uncle Tai soon realized he was being sent into the smoke-covered area.
Looking at the empty cabin, he had no idea whom to ask. His confusion only deepened.
"Why did they insist on calling me here?"
"Was it because my academic abilities had reached the level where I deserved a private plane? No way. Those papers on Psionic