Several months later.
At the dock outside the South Heavenly Gate, dozens of colossal mechanical warships disengaged their mooring devices.
After bidding farewell to his fiancée who had come to see him off, Zhen Bei, dressed in a light command uniform, flew into the flagship. Several good brothers who had received basic enhancements had become newly promoted Heavenly Soldiers. They sat properly in the cabin seats, looking around curiously, while the Wyvern stayed in the large hangar where the fighters were parked, sweet-talking the pilots. Its unique personality was immensely popular, and its booming voice even drowned out the ship's announcements.
He briskly passed through one security door after another and arrived at the bridge.
After the previous great wars against the various immortal domains, Zhen Bei had established his position within the Empire's grand army. With his strength and military achievements, he had earned support and become commander of a newly formed hundred-thousand-strong Heavenly Army. A meal had to be eaten one bite at a time. To become supreme commander, he still needed military achievements to earn the recognition of the other generals. This hundred-thousand-strong Heavenly Army was merely his startup capital.
The staff team handled the many military affairs. One warship after another departed the harbor in orderly fashion, joining the route toward the Immortal Bridge.
Zhen Bei habitually clenched a twig between his teeth.
He marveled at how quickly the immortal realm had changed. It had already entered the Starship Era, both science fiction and fantasy at once.
What surprised Zhen Bei was how much he enjoyed holding the power of a hundred thousand troops. It was simply exhilarating, and he craved even greater military authority. Perhaps it was the nature of his primordial army's Baleful Intent. He always felt that the battlefield was where he belonged,