Bai Yujun sat upright on the gray metal dragon throne, writing line after line in a small notebook.
What she wrote was not a record of grudges, but the revenge that was about to unfold.
During her service in the Heavenly Army, she had made many friends in the ranks. Some Heavenly Soldiers would greet her when they met; others would simply exchange a smile. The primordial wilderness was far from peaceful, and reports of their deaths often appeared in Heavenly Army battle dispatches, including the female immortal soldiers and generals of the Female Guard Camp. Most had fallen upon the millstone-like Gods and Demons Battlefield. After the former Heavenly Court ended, some Heavenly Soldiers and Generals had joined True Lord Erlang's command. Despite lacking supplies, they had persisted in fighting the Devil Race, and far, far too many had died.
In truth, all living beings remembered only the peak great powers, habitually overlooking the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals who did the real work.
After fighting bloodily and dying, they vanished without a sound, countless names replaced by a mere handful of words.
Compared with hunting Chaos God-Demons, attacking the Demon Realm was not much of a feat. Everything was to give the years gone by an answer.
The pen tip danced over the paper with a soft rustling sound.
Zhen Bei stood beside her, staring at the words on the page and sighing. The four Dragon Kings and more than a dozen dragons waited below the dais with patient restraint for their orders. The hall was filled with immortal generals and officials of every rank. At the center of the gray-metal-toned hall was a virtual projection that observed the entire battlefield, clearly displaying the Devil Race's movements. Besides the two sides, many onlookers were scattered around the surrounding void.