Night's curtain gradually shrouded the land, yet it brought not the slightest peace to the storm-tossed Heaven Capital.
The siege had entered its fifth day, and finally reached its bloodiest and most brutal stage: street fighting.
The Imperial Guard defending Heaven Capital broke into small units and scattered through the streets, exchanging fire with the rebel army that had entered the city block by block, street by street. Yet in the end, they could not overcome the enemy's inexhaustible numbers.
They had no reinforcements.
Their opponents, meanwhile, received a constant stream of reinforcements, with weapons and ammunition so plentiful they seemed impossible to use up.
Five thousand against five hundred thousand.
In a battle with such a vast disparity in strength, the outcome seemed destined from the very beginning.
That floating "palace" proved completely useless.
Though the starship serving as its foundation was still operational, only its reactor and anti-gravity system could actually function.
It was too old.
Built during the Three-Year War, it had hovered in an oxygen-rich environment for more than two centuries. The people living on this land had even built a lavish imperial palace upon its back.
The burden it carried was too heavy. It could not even rise into the clouds, and could only watch as soldiers swarmed toward it like an ant colony.
Once again, it witnessed the changing of dynasties, yet it never waited for its true master.
"Ahhh! These rebels! I wish I could slaughter every last one of them, skin them alive, and tear out their tendons!"
At the foot of the palace steps, the commander of the Imperial Guard stared at the burning capital, his eyes bloodshot.
The final line of defense leading to the palace had already been breached!
His subordinate stumbled before him, dropped to one knee, and