"Black Storm is leaving Military Fortress and returning to the Blade Beast activity zone!"
The ringing shout set off cheers throughout the command center.
It was as though they had won a hard-fought battle, or killed a Pillar-Class Blade Beast.
Fu Jian was no longer at his command post.
Dongfang Zhenghong, temporarily serving as chief coordinator, clenched his fist tightly as he watched the image on the main screen.
The display showed:
Black Storm, wrapped in billowing black smoke, was pursuing a supersonic fighter through the air. The fighter was already nearing its top speed, yet Black Storm behind it was steadily closing the distance.
In the cockpit, Ling Tong was covered in blood, a frightening sight.
But her vital signs showed no major issues.
She had used her own injury to draw Black Storm away.
Even Dongfang Zhenghong found the scene somewhat unbelievable. It was as though, after falling into this frenzied slaughtering state, Black Storm still cared about Ling Tong's safety.
What was this?
This was... love!
Dongfang Zhenghong was deeply moved.
After more than a century, he was finally seeing proof of that old Human Golden Age film trope—"love can save the world."
Before, they had been full of love, only to be beaten into a miserable rout by Blade Beasts wielding bladed limbs and clad in powerful armor. That had cemented their belief that "only cannons and aircraft can save humanity."
Still, Dongfang Zhenghong had little time to dwell on it.
He quickly adjusted his train of thought and issued orders without pause, mobilizing resources from every side in an orderly fashion to ensure Ling Tong could push as deeply as possible into Blade Beast-controlled territory.
Dongfang Zhenghong soon discovered:
The problem now was that Black Storm, after falling to demonic influence, was getting closer and